Swept Away with a Kiss


0ValentinesBH300x200It’s day two of the Swept Away Valentine Blog Hop! Follow this link to over 140 authors and the prizes given away on each of their blogs. As always, be sure to leave your email address when you leave comments.

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

My prize is an authorgraphed copy of my most recent release The Witchy Wolf and the Wendigo – a tale about an ancient Native American shaman who finds love in the modern world.

So what better to sweep you away than a kiss?

Here’s my favorite PG kiss from my first novel Hermes Online. Vivienne describes a kiss for her penpal. After hopping with all of us, hop on over to Amazon and take a peek inside: Hermes Online

I closed the Word document and absently twirled my hair, lost in thought. There was so much of me in there, even the decorations in the house said much about me. The fact that Lily looks identical to me was rather Freudian too, come to think. I laughed out loud at the thought. It’s funny how our subconscious mind tells us what’s what sometimes. The subconscious mind intuits what the conscious mind misses at first glance. Yes, the  story was a whim, and who would have thought six years later, it would help me find my way back to myself? I wished in that moment my pen pal stood right here so I could say thank you. I’d thank him for lighting the match that eventually relit the candle of my self-confidence. I’d kiss him for real.

I pressed my fingers to my lips, imagining this curious and compelling green-eyed, chestnut-haired, large-handed, well-endowed man kissing me. And unbelievably, my panties got soaking wet. I flexed my fingers and crafted a scene from the sizzling phantom fire playing over my lips.

Having experienced amazing kisses in my life added just enough realism to the blend of movie kisses. I told the screen, “So, you want a kiss, eh? Then what will you think of this?”

S,
There is so much more to kissing for the first time than meets the eye. The would-be lovers laugh and smile and delight in each other’s company. They talk, getting to know each other, trying to find the choicest morsels of their life and personality to share. They might hold hands for hours as they wander here and there. And when they sit side by side, perhaps on a bench at a museum, they’ll look in feigned interest at the passersby, glance again and again at the exhibit, but not really seeing it. First, one will turn inward, the movement slight, barely noticeable. And then with no clear knowledge of doing so, the one will magically mirror the other. Their knees may touch, and one set of clasped hands might rest innocently upon a knee. And then a noise, a temporary distraction, might take their attention for a second, and both heads will turn to the sound, inadvertently closer now than before. When one turns back, their faces will be mere inches apart. Their eyes, green and gray, will hold each other’s gazes, darting from one sparkling pupil to the other. They might unfocus to drink in the entire face for a second, perhaps lingering on the person’s smile before meeting the gaze once more, a gaze noticeably warmer than a moment ago.

One face may turn a little, and in mirrored image, the other follows, only slightly tipped in the opposite direction. And the eyes ask the silent question as two thoughts become superimposed — May I kiss you? Will you kiss me? The answer is subtle, missed by nearly everyone passing by, everyone save the smiling elder couple holding gnarled hands and assisted by their canes. Perhaps they, too, once shared a kiss sitting there, or plan to again later. But locked in their own world, they don’t notice the elder pair walk by.

They are aware now only of each other, aware of little things, the flush on her cheeks, the gleam in his eye, the color of her moist lips, the imperceptible flare of his nostrils as he subconsciously reminds his body to breathe. They touch now. The kiss is at first soft, the lips asking permission for the firmness they crave. Another kiss grants this and another and another as faces turn to fit around chins and cheeks and noses. And then loose and pliable, those lips part now to make way for tentative tongues. These too begin their searching, gently at first then becoming bolder as they instinctively react to the warmth of each other’s mouths and thrust as hands cup cheeks and arms wind around shoulders, drawing each other ever inward into the private space that shuts the waking world out and lets the dream begin.
V

Little did I realize when I began this kissing scene that I would abandon the amalgamated movie kisses. I stopped and read those words, my words, my kiss. That kiss had been real, as had the love behind it. My eyes filled with tears, but I sent it on. Feeling alone, I rose from my chair and walked away.

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Oh Those Heartbreakers


Heartbreaker ButtonAfter a short hiatus filled with guest spots and interviews, book covers, and wrapping up a sequel, I’m back to the blog and taking part in the Heartbreaker Blog Hop this week.
This looks like a fun one. :)
The theme, of course, is the heartbreaker.
300 authors have giveaways on their blogs and scrumptious posts dedicated to those the Urban Dictionary defines as — A person who can break hearts easily. Because they are so beautiful, everyone wants them. But not everyone can have them.
Follow this link to a huge list of participants. http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/

The Heartbreaker Hop has 3 grand prizes. Be sure to go to EACH blog and comment with your email address to be entered to win. You can enter 300 times if you like! Take a gander at these prizes:

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablethop
2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
Gotta love swag!

So what’s my prize?
An ebook copy of my first novel Hermes Online
a CataRomance Sensual Reads Reviewer’s Choice Winner
So…in keeping with the theme, Hermes Online just happens to have a heartbreaker! Here’s Vivienne’s cherished memory:

Loving a Heartbreaker:

Once in my life, and granted it had been nearly a half dozen years ago, I had been kissed just like that. The kind of kiss that throws your back to the wall and sends buttons flying from clothing in a fevered race to shed them just so your skin could make contact with his, to send that kiss to every nerve in your body. Remembering my short-lived romance in Greece, I sighed. That was real. I trembled, I shook, I think I even cried out in the throes of passion. It had been glorious and he had been magnificent. My heart fluttered over images I had stored away, keepsakes of wild romantic love and hot sizzling sex. A man who knew how to really make love was a gift. That man was like Christmas morning.

Yes, I’d felt that once. My chest constricted with the memory of the architectural study tour one magical autumn in Greece and the amazing man assigned to my class. Wincing, I remembered the circumstance that ended the budding transcontinental relationship begun with such wonderful potential. My sensually handsome teacher had proposed to a woman he had been in a long relationship with just prior to leaving for Greece.

Neither of us planned to fall in love. It just happened when we found ourselves separated from the rest of the tour on the island of Delos. Waiting for the next ferry, we discovered a connection, one the entire pantheon of gods must have had a hand in, for it was incredibly beyond our control. But as blissful as that week had been, I knew from the onset there was no hope for anything else between us. His prior commitment was on the table. As surely as the seasons turn, my month-long class was over and with it came a return to cold reality. I felt his loss even now. As brief as our intense liaison had been, I had loved that man and he loved me and it was the kind of love you only got once in a lifetime. Broken-hearted, I left Greece without looking back and I didn’t leave my contact information for future study tours just in case I’d meet him again as a married man.

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Tipping the hourglass to find time for another Six Sentence Sunday ~


Things I have to do are racked up like taxi cabs at the airport. No kidding! When last week completely got away from me, I wasn’t able to write the blog post I had planned. I hoped to do that on the downtime this weekend but nope, ain’t happening. The best I can do for now is this little bit. I’m out of town this weekend and have an internet connection just strong enough to slooooowly check my email. Dubious as this connection is, I figured I’d better put up this  Sunday post tonight while I can connect. So without further ado…

Six Sentence Sunday!

Many talented writers take part in this fun little tag-along. We offer six interesting, compelling, and evocative sentences from our novels and put them out to tempt you. Click on this link and follow along. I know you’ll be tempted!

http://www.sixsunday.com/

My six comes from Hermes Online. Here’s the rundown:

Imagine meeting someone who thoroughly compliments you. You share likes and dislikes, views and outlooks and a soul connection unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. It takes your breath, quickens your pulse and consumes your every thought. When you make love for the first time, it’s as if every cell in your body confirms this is your twin flame. Now imagine the timing is horribly off. In my first novel, Hermes Online, Vivienne joyfully discovers such a love amid the ancient ruins of Greece – a love so complete and soul satisfying but one that just isn’t meant to be.

As surely as seasons change, life moves on. Grieving the love she found and lost beside the impossibly blue waters of the Mediterranean, Vivienne eventually takes another chance at happiness but unfortunately her next relationship turns out to be one of betrayal. Her faithless boyfriend intentionally administers a low blow to deflect the attention off of him and on to her – if she weren’t so dull in bed he wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere. Not being one to deliberately hurt someone herself, his unaccountable words become a yoke of self-doubt that spills over into every aspect of Vivienne’s life. Hungering for a good word, on a whim she enters a short story written during happier times to an adult literature site and makes a connection with a compelling man known only as S. The two soon embark upon the world of anonymous Internet communication where their suggestive emails lead her to try erotic chat, where cybersex leads to Skype, and C2C sends both into the arms of a love they’d believed lost forever.

Setting the stage

With only sensual prose between them, S chooses his words precisely to express his desire.

This week’s SIX:

Take my hand, lovely V, follow me to my bed, lie back on petal-strewn sheets and fan your autumn-colored hair across my pillows. Allow me to pay homage to the goddess you are. Let me begin at your little feet. Feel me lightly kiss, and yes, you will feel me bite ever so slightly, for the need to devour you is great. Reply lover.

I await,

S

I hope you enjoyed that. S sent Vivienne a few quotes that have great swoon potential. If anyone is interested, I’ve taken five of his sensual quotes and had them made into little refrigerator magnets. Scroll down to earlier posts and find out how to get some.

Hermes Online on Youtube:

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A review of 5 pinked-lipped kisses & eliciting an emotional response


So Hermes Online has been out since mid-March of this year. It’s been so long since it had a review, I figured that moment had passed. Recall a much earlier post where I mentioned some review sites have hundreds of books waiting for review each month.  Picture this as you’d see it in the old days when books only came to reviewers as paper manuscripts. That’s some stack sitting on the desk! To my surprise and delight this morning, I found that Hermes Online, oldie that it is at 5 1/2 months, has a brand new review.  This came from Sheila over at TwoLips Reviews:

I am a reviewer for Two Lips Reviews.  I recently uploaded a review of Hermes Online.  You can read it at http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content, under the Contemporary category.  I also chose it as a Recommended Read.  I really enjoyed Hermes Online.  It’s very erotic.  Fantastic!  Thank you for the opportunity to review it.

Sheila

I went there and had a devil of a time finding it. I thought it was this new version of Mozilla Firefox messing with my searches again, so I tried going through Google Chrome. (Internet Explorer, with its assorted vulnerabilities for spies and viruses, is something I avoid.) Nope, I just couldn’t find it in the lists. I’ve determined it was a lack of caffeine. Tanked up, I typed in the title and after the second try, I found this ~

I’ve seen these little badges of honor on other authors’ websites and now my website will wear one too.  :)

Here’s the rest:

Vivienne, after a break-up, goes to an erotica website suggested by a friend.  As she reads the offerings, she realizes she could do better in Hermes Online by Rose Anderson.  After posting a story, she is surprised that she receives comments on it.  One comment is from a man known only as S.  Leaving the story forum to begin an on-line erotic adventure, each pushes the other further than they ever had gone before.  How far can they push each other without scaring the other off?  How long will this adventure remain on-line?  Can it come out into the real world or will it die if exposed to reality?

I loved Hermes Online.  The first person point-of-view is perfect for this tale.  I felt/believed/wanted to be Vivienne.  As the e-mails go back and forth, they were very erotic and arousing.  Each message provoked images in my mind and made me go back for more.  I could not wait for the responses by both Vivienne and S.

Vivienne had low self-esteem from her break-up with Dan (I spit at his name).  She also was in a self-imposed period of celibacy.  Thinking of happier times, she remembers studying in Greece and her affair while she was there.  When S starts e-mailing her, questioning her, and pushing her to the edge of her sexuality, Vivienne begins to remember how she felt in Greece and starts to put Dan behind her.  She feels sexy and confident with S.  S is hesitant to push her too far, too fast, but he is as aroused as she from their messages and wants more.

As their e-mails get hotter, one stood out for me. As she describes herself to S, the description is beautiful, erotic, and arousing.  I liked that nothing was off limits to them.  It took courage for Vivienne to do what S asks, but when she does, she is rewarded with an increased confidence in her sexuality and her ability to make a man desire her.  S is wonderful.  I only want to know where I can get my own S!

Ms. Anderson has created fantastic characters.  She shows the build-up of the relationship of Vivienne and S.  The sexual tension grows with each e-mail and new level of sexuality achieved.  I look forward to reading more by her.

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:) That’s a very nice review. I love the 5 pink lips and those two little peppers that say my book is a warm enjoyable read. And I especially I love the “(I spit at his name)” part!

I’ve been told my bad guys are really bad, and I must give a nod here to my all-time favorite author, Diana Gabaldon. Before I read her Outlander book, bad guys in literature were just creeps to me. They were Robert Louis Stevenson’s Long John Silver or Jame’s Agee’s serial killer/Preacher  in the extremely creepy Night of the Hunter (played by Robert Mitchum in the nightmare-inducing movie). Diana Gabaldon wrote of Black Jack Randall and each scene with the man was both repellant and fascinating. No matter what that character inflicted on the other characters,  I couldn’t look away. But I saw the point. The truly good characters need the truly bad characters. In other words, there is no light if the dark doesn’t exist to make a distinction. Thanks Diana. Your example has done me well. I understand.

While we never see Dan in Hermes Online, you know how he came to hurt Vivienne by her recollections. As far as bad guys go — he’s not evil as James Agee’s preacher, or unbalanced as Black Jack Randall, or good/bad nebulous as Long John Silver. He’s just a selfish jerk. I suppose anyone who’s had their heart stomped on by a Dan-type, or know a Dan-type who’s stomped on someone they care about, would want to spit. I think this is why first person point of view has such power when we read it. The reader could see how Vivienne was hurt. They could see, through the character’s own thoughts, how deeply that wound went and they could empathize (and want to spit). First person POV allows the reader to fill the character’s shoes for a time. True, it’s a different form of escapism. I like first person point of view because I’m already in my character’s heads.

On my end of things, I can only say writers love eliciting  readers’ emotional response. It means the story was believable and that’s what you want your fiction to be.  I think my next post will be on the suspension of disbelief.

Through the horns


I’ve been working on a dilemma. Dilemma. Gotta love that Greek word. Di means double or twice, and lemma means a premise. In other words the bull has two horns, you can take the right one or you can take the left. Either way, you’re going to get gored. Or, deny you only have two choices and take the middle. I refused to give up making a website for myself. Well, that’s not exactly the case. I gave up for a while, almost in tears because it was so frustrating. I’m going a whole new route…sailing right through the horns like a football through the goalpost.

Coming Soon ~ a new webpage!

Harry, the Grim Reaper, & Creme de la Creme


So life is back to normal. The landscape has changed with all the downed trees but acorns that sprouted beneath the old girls’ shade can fill the space in time…lots of time. Boy I sure do miss those oaks.

I went to see JK Rowling’s last Harry Potter movie this past weekend. What a fantastic world she built. I’m sorry to see the story and the movies end but I heard rumors of sequels and prequels. As a devoted fan, I’ll happily take more. I walked out of the theater absolutely loving this series of books and loving the fact I got to see these kids grow up in the stories and movies. Brilliant work Jo Rowling. Absolutely brilliant.

It got me thinking…my unnamed 5-book as-yet-unfinished Magnum Opus (from here on out referred to as the MO) has such a world. No, not as fanciful as JK Rowling’s world of witches and wizards that captures the imagination of adults as well as children, but very intricate and exciting nonetheless. My bad guy could be Voldemort’s younger brother.  The story in this mind-bending, cerebral, piece of work is winding down to the end. Like sand funneling down the narrow center in an hourglass, all details and story threads are starting to converge. I found myself uncharacteristically jumping ahead (I’m a linear writer) and wrote scenes to be spliced in later. I wonder if other authors see the end and struggle to keep the story from accelerating before its time. I’ve seen movies like that. They start as visually imaginative works of art, then come the end, the budget is blown and the movie ends abruptly. I don’t want to blow my creative budget.

I know I’m not the only author out there who dreams of a fraction of JK Rowling’s success. My personal wish is not for fame but if fame comes with that much desired success I’ll gladly take it on. It’ll be uncomfortable, but yeah, I’ll deal with it. I’m sure I’m not the only author out there who envisions a movie or mini-series for their work either. Now if I could only find the time to work on the MO. But dreams of movie deals are small thoughts compared to the larger things I’m thinking on.

I saw the point of sacrifice in JK Rowling’s books. I didn’t like Hedwig the owl getting blasted. I certainly didn’t like Sirius Black and Dumbledore both getting killed. Fred Weasley was sacrificed in the last book as were many other lesser characters and I didn’t enjoy that sacrifice either. But I see why she did it. Sacrifice of beloved characters ups the ante. It makes the fight more dire. My son, a reader and writer of books with knife-edged balances good and evil, says I need to kill off a beloved character in my MO. My daughter and husband concur. The point would be the same as in Harry Potter. True evil steals from us. Such sacrifice states in no uncertain terms that the stakes are high, there are loved ones and good (with a capital G) to protect. *sigh* I made my characters fit their lives, each other, and their world so precisely, even thinking about killing one off makes me feel like the Grim Reaper or worse. I have much to think about regarding the MO.

In the meantime, I’m working on my paranormal romance this week. I vow to complete many chapters. Having been away from actual story crafting in preparation for (and the day of)  the Summer Love-In, my interview at Michele Zurlo’s The Steam Room, some non-writer obligations, and assorted stuff I needed to focus on, I need to knuckle down and make some ground on this story. This is a point where I wish I had a cabin in the woods (lol if you saw where I lived you’d say huh??). I mean a secluded cabin – just me and the laptop. I’d have ready to eat meals slid through a slot in the door and I’d stay for one full month. With forced isolation I think three of the many books in progress would get done in a snap. I might even get some work done on the MO too. Well that ain’t gonna happen. There are dishes and laundry to see to, dogs to walk, dinner to make…I’ll squeeze in as much as I can today and tomorrow I’ll be on a lock down! No calls, no cleaning, no office work, nothing but pure creativity. Hear that Calliope? I’m open to receive, aMuse me please.

:) As I said in the preceding paragraph, I had an interview over at Michele Zurlo’s Steam Room. http://www.michelezurlo.com/apps/blog/show/7667201-tsr-welcomes-rose-anderson

She interviews fabulous authors all the time. I count myself lucky she had room for me. I set this up months ago and fortunately it coincides with Dreamscape’s release this Tuesday (19th) I’m blogging the interview because it’s part of the journey I’ve dedicated to the Muse. But I recommend going there as well. Like I said, she interviews fabulous authors and is one herself. Lots of information on her site. If you’re looking for the next terrific read, when you’re finished reading my interview, check out the rest of the books listed, especially Michele’s Daughter’s of Circe series. Some great paranormal writing there. I love stories with lots of detail.

Here’s my spot:

The Steam Room is proud to present Rose Anderson.

TSR: Tell us about Dreamscape.

Rose: Dreamscape is being released on Tuesday July 19th, my second novel through Siren-Bookstrand. Years ago, my children and I read a book entitled The Eleventh Hour by Graeme Base. This fascinating storyteller/artist described a feast that was stolen before the party goers had the chance to eat it. In page after page he hid all manner of clues pointing to the culprit. It took us three full months of sophisticated puzzling to crack the case! Though not as intense as that children’s book, Dreamscape is a story within a story and is filled with clues that any avid reader or movie goer would notice. I think more than one reader will go hey wait a minute…

In this tale, I introduce readers to Doctor Lanie O’Keefe: a confident, independent woman who’s just bought herself a Mid-Victorian mansion that the locals say is haunted. It certainly looks the part with its overgrown weeds and decades of vandalism.  As the inside needs only minor repairs and major cleaning, Lanie moves in with grand plans to refit the mansion’s old coach house into a free clinic. She’s ecstatic. This is a dream house in the truest sense, for Lanie has been dreaming of the Bowen mansion since she was a child. Little does she realize the local legend is true.

 For nearly one hundred and twenty years, the ghost of Doctor Jason Bowen roams his house contemplating the treachery that took his life. Then one day, his brooding thoughts are interrupted by a woman with valise in tow. Not only is she moving into his house, but she’s sleeping in the master bedroom as well – his bedroom. As a gentleman coming from a time of social propriety and impeccable manners, Jason tries to give Lanie space. But it doesn’t take long before he becomes infatuated with his house guest. Once he discovers the electric signature of his ghostly essence can ride her dreams, he follows where her dreams take him and finds himself in his time period as the date of his murder draws near.

TSR: How do you develop your characters?

Rose: It’s funny to describe it like this but I’m one of those fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writers. I can only say a character starts as a dot. Imagine the dot in the center of a canvas and the entire painting is done one brush stroke at a time from that center point out. In Hermes Online, I met my heroine Vivienne through a rather painful day in my professional life. I faced something completely out of my control similar to what my character experienced early on in that story. Because it weighed heavily on my soul, I began writing to emotionally purge. That was my dot. Suddenly Vivienne’s name appeared and I learned she felt just like I did but for some reason she was also lonely.  Why was she lonely? I found she had caring friends but looking deeper I discovered her self esteem had been shattered by a cheating boyfriend. She needed to meet a nice guy, someone to cherish her.  Before I knew what was happening S sent her an email and started a connection.

Now S was different. Like Athena being born out of her father’s skull, he sprang fully formed from my head. The male characters are easier I think. I know what I like and I know what I like to hear a sensually compelling man say.

I was in a conversation recently where it was stated that men written like S aren’t appealing to women, real men are. I disagree. He appealed to me and I’m persnickety at best. I want my heroes to enter a room with such presence that heads turn. I want them to be extraordinary because when I read romance I want to be swept away. Sure they can be human with human frailties and foibles. They can doubt, they can fear, they can get angry or frustrated, they can cry. And when they’re done, I want them to sweep me off my feet and take the stairs two at a time like Rhett Butler did with Scarlet O’Hara. Their humanity makes me love them more. Make them intelligent, witty, compassionate, sweet, sexy and well-spoken, and I don’t just love them. I want them. That’s why I write my men like I do. They’re the romantic notion of men. I don’t want real when I read, I want fantasy. Don’t get me wrong, I love men. Some of my closest, dearest friends are male. But to me real evokes images of beer, belching, and crotch scratching. My heroes may do those things on their own time but in the pages of my books, they have class and a finely honed ability to mentally seduce the discriminating women my readers are. They’re able to because desire begins in the mind. But then that’s just me. I love old Fred Astaire movies.

TSR: Where do you find inspiration for your stories?

Rose: Believe it or not my outlook on inspiration comes from Robert Frost. He wrote a poem about taking a different path, the path less traveled. I like the path less traveled. I really like offbeat turn-things-on-their-ear scenarios. In Hermes Online there is the unlikely.  In Dreamscape, there is the impossible.

Once you have that initial fact in your head, you find the insurmountable prospect becomes a locked door. The next so many weeks or months trying to make the unlikely likely and the impossible possible is akin to finding the fat ring of keys to try the lock with. I discovered the last key on the ring fits the lock in the last chapter. Funny how that turns out. When all the pieces fall into place, the story works.

When Dan Brown wrote the DaVinci Code, what made the story compelling and got people talking was he had to make it believable by splicing real facts in with his fiction. I found that far more interesting than the story itself. That being said, my story concepts come from life and are built around those kind of facts. I’ve already mentioned the personal impetus behind Hermes Online. Dreamscape came from a conversation with a pen pal. He’s a poet but also a romantic. We were discussing writing technique when I thought of an impossible scenario – Could a ghost find love among the living? I wrote a three paragraph pitch around that thought and suddenly realized I could make it work. Voila Jason Bowen and Lanie O’Keefe were born. My current work in progress sprang fully formed from a writing exercise. I think when it’s done, it’ll be my best path less traveled piece yet because it’s both unlikely and impossible.

May you find this poem by Robert Frost inspiring.

The Road Not Yet Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

TSR: What’s the oddest thing that’s ever happened to you?

Rose:  I’ve had odd things happen that I hesitate to mention for surely someone will walk away thinking I’m a nut. But I’ll share one experience. Some time ago I achieved the Master level of Reiki training. For anyone who hasn’t heard of this Japanese healing art, it’s akin to the laying on of hands. Several years ago, I was invited to participate in a group healing for a stage 3 cancer patient. We knew going in that the best we could possibly offer was a little extra strength for the patient.  As we’re talking stage 3 cancer, the chemo was long past and death was waiting just outside the door. There was a good deal of focused intent that night. There was no real change the first month, the patient slept a little better but was still wasted to skin and bone. Deciding it was time to go home to die, the patient returned to family.  Approximately six months later, we learned a doctor’s visit found no cancer whatsoever. He was flabbergasted. Was it chemo or Reiki? I don’t know, maybe both. We’ve since done three successful group healings along those lines, this one being the most dramatic of the lot, but all of them good so far.  I can only say life energy is an amazing thing.

TSR: How did you get into writing erotica?

Rose:  Friends and family would tell you I am shy to the Nth degree. When one thinks of the definition of wallflower they’d think of me. Years ago we got online through AOL, the only game in town back in the day.  AOL was populated with chat rooms and once I figured out how to use them I would play in the role play rooms where wizards and elves hung out playing Dungeons and Dragons. I never quite got the hang of throwing dice no one across the expanse of the internet could see, but I did like crafting a scene. Through that I found the mIRC. The beauty of it was I could converse with people all around the world and my shyness wasn’t an issue. I was creating a scene for a 1700’s tavern scenario one evening when my husband said I should enter a writing competition. I said, “OK find one and I will.”  He did. It was through Penthouse Magazine and the competition was the Baudelaire Prize. (You should have seen the look I gave him!) I wrote a sensual story, he did the paperwork, and both of us promptly forgot about it. Time passed then one day a sizable check came in the mail telling me I won. Wow, what a head trip. Of course being shy, I kept it to myself.

Fast forward fifteen years and I’m working on my as yet unnamed magnum opus (affectionately referred to here as my MO), what a mind-bending cerebral piece of work that is. Anyway…I was suffering from the worst case of writer’s block. Out of the blue my husband suggested I write a short erotic story. (Hmm, I’m seeing a pattern here) I did and unbelievably the writer’s block ended and it wasn’t a fluke. Every time I’d find myself up against a creative wall, I’d ask for a topic and write something erotic. And it worked every time. I think it has to do with writing the body in motion because I’ve also blasted through an attack of writer’s block by writing a fight scene. I prefer love scenes though. My husband found a place online to post my sizzlers to get feedback. Hermes Online actually came from one of those short stories. It was only four pages long initially, but readers were writing me from the UK of all places and telling me I should expand it and publish. The Muses conspired to throw all manner of hints at me that this was a great way to break into the publishing world. Exactly one year ago this week, I rewrote Hermes Online, wrote a business plan, and researched Siren-Bookstrand. I submitted it last fall and voila. Here I am. Now I guess I’ll have to work on my MO to end the writer’s block for my erotic romances!

TSR: Who is your favorite fictional character (either yours or someone else’s)?

Rose:  My MO has the most incredible family.  By far they are my favorite beings in print. But if there was ever a man to walk off the page and into my life it would have to be Diana Gabaldon’s Jamie – one James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser. Mmm mmm mmm. I read the entire Outlander series once a year and then every man for miles around inevitably comes up short for the next two weeks. That’s character building at its best.

TSR: Recipe Time!

Food is such a sensual thing. It nourishes the body and mind in so many ways. I worked at a school years ago where this heavenly dish was offered at a staff party. OMG. The chef made these delightful little creamy hearts swimming in a sea of raspberries. Begging the recipe, I immediately rushed home to make it myself. Believe it or not I’ve only made this twice in 19 years because it’s highly addictive, calorically and added fat dangerous, but oh so good. I hope you try it at least once. I know you’ll lick the beaters. I think I had my face in the bowl!

To Die For Crème de la Crème **

1/2 c. farmer’s cheese
1/2 c. creme fraiche or sour cream
1/4 c. sugar
1 tsp. fresh lemon juice
2/3 c. heavy cream, very cold

Combine farmer’s cheese, creme fraiche (or sour cream), sugar and lemon juice until well blended. Whisk in heavy cream and whip until your mixture has the texture of whipped cream. This will happen pretty quick. As soon as it looks like thick whipped cream stop or you’ll get lumpy butter chunks in sweet whey.  Refrigerate. If you’d like a prettier presentation, this mixture molds really well but be sure to line molds with cheesecloth. If you chill this a little first, you can blop it onto waxed paper and roll it into a log. Then chill and slice when firm. While that’s firming up, prepare the topping.

4 pints raspberries, rinsed and drained (I suppose any fruit would be good, berries, peaches etc.)

1 c. sugar
1 tsp fresh lemon juice

Mash and mix. Unmold, spoon or slice your crème mixture into serving dishes. Top with raspberries.

** Disclaimer: This is so good you’ll have a hard time deciding if you should eat it or rub it all over your body. I take no responsibility for stains the latter incurs.

TSR: What’s next for you?

Rose:  I have several stories lined up. As I mentioned above, my work in progress involves the wilds of the North woods and a broken promise. Another involves ancient magic on the craggy shores of the Isle of Skye. Both of these are half written but I’m chugging away on the first. I tend to write linearly so I’ll typically walk right into a story. Unfortunately, life can be distracting and I’ll occasionally lose my creative thread. Yes, I’ll find it again. I may have to start at the beginning and reread every word, but chances are I’ll see a more interesting route to take.

I’m considering expanding the pagan ritual that won the Baudelaire Prize contest all those years ago into a full-fledged novel. Beyond that I’ll have to see what my idea books have to say. I keep little notebooks in my purse and when inspiration speaks I write it down. Between the three crammed full notebooks I have at least six more romance stories to consider. All the while my soon to be five-book magnum opus simmers away. I’ve learned so much about editing and tightening my writing now that I’ve experienced the editing process, that I’m sure I’ll be reworking my MO too.

On top of all that, I’m still working on my blog and soon to be launched website. I’ve been journaling every inch of this exciting trip I’m on. I’d like to think readers would find something useful there. That’s about it. Is there such a thing as mental writer’s cramp?

LOL Yeah there is! I’m off to write before I totally cramp up.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, New news & Summer Love-In!


The Summer Love-In is LIVE right now! Come join us, it’ll be a fun time with very fun people!  :)

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SummerLove-In

Written from my exfacto office~

I’ve developed a routine of sorts. Wake, wash in cold water and dress, walk and feed the dogs, pack my computer and drive eleven miles to town. A quick glance at the dashboard tells me it’s 6:38 a.m. There they are – sleepy inconvenienced residents standing in line for coffee and bagels at Panera’s restaurant. My seat in the corner is still unoccupied at this early hour and I scurry over there lest another get to it before me. It’s an optimum spot with its back to the shade-drawn window and a coveted outlet an easy four feet away. Instead of a full 360 ° of distraction, I’m shielded on two sides and as the back door beside me isn’t opened yet, I have relative peace.

The same elderly woman I saw yesterday smiles and says, “good morning” to me. We don’t know each other but there’s a certain shared misery between us. I ask her if she wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on my laptop again while I get some coffee because she’s facing my corner spot and clipping coupons exactly as she did the day before. She tells me she’d be happy to. Yesterday I returned the favor by watching her pile of papers and tote bag so she didn’t have to take it all into the washroom.

Today the woman who cleans the tables asked me twice if I was finished, once for my plate, once for my cup. I’ve eaten my bagel and drank my coffee as slow as I can but now I’m obviously done and the message is clear. By 8:30, I’m in the library parking lot waiting on 9:00. There’s hardly anyone waiting there now, less than yesterday and a fraction of the day before when people filled the library necessitating some to sit on the floor. They all looked shell-shocked – the mental shock some soldiers experience in war. But it wasn’t so much the storm that has people staring blankly at their dead cell phones. It’s the fact they’re inconveniently unplugged and they really don’t know what to do with themselves.

Much of the county has electricity again. Those of us who don’t, look tired, wrinkled, and unwashed. Four minutes until the library opens, we wait and share our disbelief that repairs are taking so long. We talk like people stranded in a subway, or snowed in at a ski lodge — the laughing, friendly, conversations of people sharing something outside the norm. As soon as the door opens, we scatter like we’d never exchanged words. Forget eye contact. Funny how that goes.

So rumor has it I may have electricity sometime this weekend. As I mentioned in my previous post, this is just an inconvenience. Not a disaster, certainly nothing like the devastation so many have gone through since January 1st. My family and friends are safe. Even though much of my food spoiled, my frozen goods are still frozen in temporary freezer space. Better still – I have several hours of a generator to power my well pump to bathe and flush my toilets with. I’m glad, there’s nothing like unflushed toilets and heat in the 90 °. I mentioned to a friend yesterday that even my dogs were looking embarrassed.

Blah. The electricity will come on eventually. Hopefully before the heat wave due to hit my area this weekend. I shall say no more on the subject until the miraculous invisible power we all take for granted is restored.

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So on to fun things… I have good news! A dear friend is lending me space in a fully electrified, online, and flushable home so I can participate in the Summer Love-In. It’s my first promo extravaganza and I would have really hated to miss the fun, especially with my new book coming out in less than a week. Especially since this has been months in the planning.

I’ve had lots of good feedback on Dreamscape’s excerpt, blurb and book trailer. Many people are looking forward to it, lots of people with good comments regarding the youtube trailer. I’m happy about that. I’ve been thinking a lot about formulas lately. It began by seeing formula writing in action (see earlier post). Formula writing. With how my mind works, I never see myself being any good at that. But formulas work for other things too.

I made the first youtube book trailer for Hermes Online with my tag line in mind: Love Waits in Unexpected Places. It’s true. I met the love of my life quite unexpectedly, in a place I never would have guessed. I envisioned a formula for my book trailers based on that thought. Hermes Online being my first novel, just so happened to have an element of Greek mythology in it. I thought, Cupid hangs with that crowd. From there I recalled those Valentines little kids give out at school parties – the ones with sneaky Cupids shooting arrows at unsuspecting would-be lovers. If Love Waits in Unexpected Places, chances are Cupid is hiding behind a bush, rock, or tree. Right?

My formula: Lay out all subsequent book trailers the same, for continuity’s sake.

From Hermes Online on, my trailers will have a Cupid done by an old master to carry on the theme of Love Waits in Unexpected Places. Why? So no one gives me grief for using it without permission. Same with music, apropos music is hard to find but odds are in my favor that the older the piece such as the late 1800’s piece for Dreamscape, the less headache for tracking down an artist. And period music is great. As part of this formula, I’ll give proper shout-outs to Siren (or whatever publisher I work with), the cover artist, as well as any photo or artwork I find that I’ve managed to gain permission to use. With several WIPs (works in progress), sometimes I go surfing for picture elements with my future book trailers in mind. I’ve found some terrific images so far and of the three requests I sent out, two artists have replied with permission.

Formula in action, making Dreamscape’s trailer took no time at all as I swapped out pictures from Hermes Online’s Powerpoint, changed the background etc, and found fitting music. The timing takes the most effort I think. It’s tricky to sync so the last slide ends with the song. Book trailers are useful too. Like other authors I know, I send the usual posts (excerpts, reviews, announcements) announcing this or that to all the writer/reader groups on yahoo. Every time I do, my hits on youtube increase. That tells me some people are actually reading my posts and are curious. Perhaps they’re buying my book too. I hope they are. I really enjoy making trailers. The creative process and the lovely end product make you feel pretty good when you get it up and running, almost as much as handing in those last edits!

Speaking of feeling creative and editing

My head-hopping is improving with editor’s corrections drilled into my subconscious (head-hopping and POV (point of view) = industry jargon for “who the heck is speaking here?”) I’ve been seeing new author emails fly past my inbox regarding painful editing and head-hopping. I’ve come to realize unless you’ve been formally trained through schooling, classes, tutors, whatever, most writers starting out do this unconsciously. We see every character in the room. We even see the pattern on the wallpaper because we’re the ones building the world. The reader only sees the words we give them. If we do this right, they too get a glimpse of the visual back story. I know the editing process has been good for me. I’m in the process of dropping several bad habits as the mechanics slowly sink in. I admit though, there are times when I just do not see those hopping heads. To anyone interested, this is the painful truth of editing:

The blue is the problem. The red is my correction. Now imagine running through 73, 756 words looking for blue. Yep, it’s mentally exhausting. All other writing stops for me. There’s just nothing left in my brain!

My author’s group got to talking about edits and a quote came around.

I don’t know why I did this but I suppose the words of Robert Brockway spoke to me on some level. I made it into a t-shirt and two coffee mugs, each with one of those sentences. Yes, editing is a necessary evil. I’ll be ordering my coffee cups before my next book comes back with edits. Unfortunately I couldn’t fit Robert Brockway’s name in this creation and keep the font large enough to read. Any author wanting one, email me and I’ll work out the true cost for shipping and printing and no, my time to order it doesn’t cost you a dime. Misery loves company.  :)

Other cool things…Siren made Dreamscape a banner and boy is it cool!

I’ll put this anywhere I can as soon as I figure out how. My ARCs for Dreamscape came too (my advanced reader copies). I should be sending them out to reviewers but with this blasted power outage I’ll be behind. No, I’m taking a deep breath here. Really, I won’t bring up the lack of electricity again. Come to the Summer Love-In and say hi!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SummerLove-In

A really good day. New book trailer, new review, & a big smile


I’m having a very good day after a very enjoyable evening out to dinner with dear friends. My week was so rushed, jammed packed, and seemingly unending, that as a result of kicking back, I sat down with a fairly clear head to work today. I said fairly. lol

First off I’m tweeting, posting, composing, and musing my head off for the Summer Love-In. Guests don’t have to wait until Thursday next week to take advantage of signing up and seeing all the goodies in the files. We have free reads, 1st chapters, downloadables, and every detail imaginable about the participating authors. Can’t beat the free reads. Those things stowed away in the files are ready for any guest stopping by beforehand. Thursday we go LIVE. Games, contests, LOTS of giveaways — everything from free ebooks, t-shirts, tote bags, recipes, great conversation, a gift certificate drawing, and I don’t know what else, but I do know all of us are planning BIG.

Reminder: You’ll have to temporarily sign up on yahoo groups here: http://groups.yahoo.com then search for SummerLove-In in the search box and remember too that this is a temporary thing. The group closes its doors late Thursday night.  Here’s the direct link once you’re signed up:  http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SummerLove-In

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After scouring the internet for safe pictures, getting permission for others, creating a 28 slide PowerPoint program, finding music to sync just right to those slides (harder than you think), I converted the melange into a video for youtube. And guess how many times? 12!! Yes, the slides were choppy to the point of sad. I uploaded, deleted, tweaked, uploaded, deleted, tweaked for hours until voila –

Nice huh? In case you’re wondering, the music is The Carnival of the Animals by Camille Saint-Saens. That’s the Aquarium piece. Yes, there is a slide transition glitch that I’ll consider fixing when the book goes to paperback. But for now after 12 tweaks, 6 launched, 6 deletes, I say nope. I’m walking away today. As I’ve said before my next book comes out July 19th. This is a jump start promotion. I’ve learned quite a bit since March. No wasted time for this book like I did for Hermes Online.

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Ahh my first novel. Admittedly, I’m a cerebral writer. Everything I write comes from places within me that I don’t even understand sometimes. Sometimes my stories write themselves, if that makes sense. I have an author interview coming up soon at The Steam Room and once it’s launched I’ll post details here. I can write my opinions, I can write a commentary, write an informational whatnot or an explanation as deep as my knowledge on any given topic goes. I can write fiction that would sail across several genres. I can write all of those like no body’s business.  What I find next to impossible to write is about me. The truth of me is shy, uncomfortable in crowds, hyper aware of too many details at once to the point of mental and emotional discomfort. And I feel. Good god do I feel.

There was a personality test designed around the idea of women entering the workforce sometime during or after World War II. What would be comfortable work environments for people who hadn’t really left the hearth and home for hundreds if not thousands of years. According to the Myers-Briggs Personality Type Indicator test, I am an INFP = introversion (I), intuition (N), feeling (F), perception (P)

Introverted Feeling personality types are usually gentle and kind, they are intense and passionate about their values and deeply held beliefs, which they share with trusted friends. Because of their discreet manner, their enthusiasm may not be apparent. They are sensitive to others’ pain, restlessness or general discomfort and strive to find happiness, balance and wholeness for themselves in order to help others find joy, satisfaction and plenitude. They are deeply empathetic.

They live life in an intently personal fashion, acting on the belief that each person is unique and that social norms are to be respected only if they do not hinder personal development or expression. They strive to adhere to their own high personal moral standards and are particularly sensitive to inconsistencies in their environment between what is being said and what is being done. Empty promises of adhering to something they value – such as environmental causes or human rights – set off an inner alarm and they may transform themselves into modern day Joan of Arcs.

They are quietly persistent in raising awareness of cherished causes and often fight for the underdog in quiet or not-so-quiet ways. In a team, they will raise issues of integrity, authenticity, and good or bad, and may to opt out if the team refuses to address the questions raised.

They are usually tolerant and open-minded, insightful, flexible and understanding. They live for the understanding of others and feel deeply grateful when someone takes the time to get to know them personally. They have good listening skills, are genuinely concerned, insightful, and usually avid readers. At their best, they inspire others to be themselves.

Yeah, given the right conditions, I do transform into Joan of Arc over environmental, animal, and human right causes. It’s all the proverbial hammer on the nail’s head –  me to a T. That’s why I went on a news blackout. Oil, war, earthquakes, polar bears. I just couldn’t take any more. I recommend a self imposed news blackout. Pick and choose what the media feeds you. Check my previous posts for the GoodNewsNetwork. You’ll be glad you did.

Anyway, try the Myers-Briggs Personality Type Indicator test for yourself here:

http://www.personalitypathways.com/type_inventory.html

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So today, riding high and the youtube’s video’s launch, I went to post to my author group that I posted it. The group is just wonderful that way. You want feedback, they’ll give it. They find mistakes, help with those pesky blurbs and share so much knowledge. While I was in my yahoo email, I noticed a review had come back for Hermes Online From Dr. Judith from Dr J’s Book Place, The Book Binge, and Desert Island Keepers. She had a lot to say about Hermes Online and all of it great. I’m smiling from ear to ear!

Here it is, but here’s the link too. There are many great books featured on that informative site: http://thebookbinge.com

Does it feel too far fetched to think of today’s connections through the internet as messages from the gods?  Certainly it is now possible to get email from the farthest reaches of the planet in a matter of seconds.  Perhaps it is our contemporary connection to the long-forgotten gods and their messenger Hermes.  No more far fetched than some of the sci-fi fantasies that have become reality in just the past three or four decades.  That being said, it certainly felt like a message from some benevolent god when Vivienne began experiencing the positive responses to an erotic short story that she posted on the net.  She had been a different person when she wrote it, and even though she posted it with no expectation that anyone would pay much attention, she was especially drawn to comments by the illusive “S” whose response seemed to be more personal and self-affirming than the others.  Even the words he used to address her as “V” began to call to a person within her that she had begun to believe had been crushed to death by the disregard and cruelty of her ex who had walked out on her, dumped her even as he blamed her dullness for his infidelity.
Now don’t get the wrong idea that Vivienne was a gullible gussy and a woman who was so hungry for affirmation that she put herself carelessly in the clutches of an internet scumbag.  As carefully as possible, Vivienne began to respond to S, limiting her comments so that he would have to reveal himself as much as he was asking her to do so.  Little by little they expanded their comments to become erotic encounters, all of them slowly but surely peeling away the layers of self-doubt, hurt, unhealed wounds and the persona of a frightened and apologetic woman she had assumed.  As their encounters became more and more personal, Vivienne experienced a kind of self-expression that even amazed her, and as she and S became more and more comfortable with one another, she agreed to opportunities for reveal herself, even to the point of meeting S halfway between their locations.
This is a story that is not necessarily intended to laud the romance possibilities of meeting someone online.  I don’t think any considerate person would be unaware that such opportunities should be carefully explored with an eye to the many cases of fraud and crime against women and teens that have become all too commonplace.  Rather, I think this story is more about the way that the kindness and warm expressions of appreciation for Vivienne’s writing and verbal skills began to unfreeze her from a self-imposed tomb of pain and self-doubt.  That it slowly began to morph into a series of was almost more than she could have expected, but that it brought out the best in her, helped her to re-connect with the sensual woman she was, turned out to be a result she could never have expected.
Vivienne is like so many who have become the walking wounded and this story brings that to life in this character.  Told in a poetic and creative way, this series of encounters seemed to tap into not only my love for a great romance and happy endings, but I was enthralled with the writing itself.  Ms Anderson brings such a spirit of inventive thinking to this story and it reminded me that I had truly enjoyed her first book which I read some months ago.  Once again she has envisioned a story that might not have been real, but may indeed be the kind of “romance” many would view as a fulfillment of a long-charished fantasy.
I have to admit that I would never have thought of internet email and chat as metaphors for messages from the gods.   But for this character and for millions of others, email can bring a serious connection to people who feel disconnected from people around them.  In Vivienne’s case, it was a life-changing experience.  And it is a testimony to the power of words that can arouse the true self as it did with her.  Even those of us who are incredibly invested in the print media forget the power of words to hurt and destroy as they can do just the opposite.  It was words that slowly tore Vivienne away from connection with her true self just as it was S’s kind, loving, complimentary, and erotic words that gave Vivienne a new lease on herself, on love in general, and ultimately on S in particular.
This is unlike any story I have ever read and I appreciate the opportunity to read and review this book.  I admit to being just a little concerned for Vivienne when she began this exchange with S, worrying that she was getting herself into a situation with this man that would further hurt her.  I suppose that is the cynacism that has become the norm for many of us relative to the internet.  But I was most pleasantly surprised and found the story one of those “feel good” kinds of reading experiences.  I think romance fans will find this a creatively different and most enjoyable read.  I highly recommend it.I give this novel a 4.5 out 5 rating.

It’s making me feel pretty darn good right now.  :)
As I push those thoughts of “what if my next book flops” out of my head, I’ll sign off and see to the rest of my day. I have to think of what to say tomorrow when it’s my turn to post the Summer Love-In ads all over the net.

Musing on the Muses


I’m still plugging away at the new template. I can’t quite make up my mind between the two I’ve built as they both look really nice. Whichever I choose in the end, the blog will look awesome.  Speaking with someone who understands ftp or file transfer protocol the other day, we determined this switch-over was a little over my head as it stands.  She offered to help. Thank goodness.  I may actually get a better looking, easier to use, blog after all. I’m excited

Of the two templates I’ve made, one is all silks in deference to the romance writing. It also has easy to interpret buttons. The other has the same button set-up but carries over the ancient muse feel. I found a small piece of cuneiform writing and ran it through photoshop to make it very pale and visually unobtrusive as a background. I’m leaning toward the latter. Muses are just plain cool.

When Uranus the god of the vast sky melded his essence with Gaia the earth and mother of all life, the Titans were born. Sometime later, Mnemosyne the personification of memory, lay with her nephew Zeus for nine consecutive nights and the nine Muses came out of that union.

  1. Calliope
  2. Clio
  3. Erato
  4. Euterpe
  5. Melpomene
  6. Polyhymnia
  7. Terpsichore
  8. Thalia
  9. Urania

As these nine women were long considered the source of knowledge, places dedicated to learning, were dedicated to them. Hence the name Museum. As a child growing up in Chicago, a city known world-wide for its museums, I used to stare at those Greek statues standing here and there inside the Field Museum of Natural History and outside the Museum of Science and Industry and wonder. I wondered, if Zeus had only nine Muse daughters, then why did the Museum of Science and Industry have far more than nine Muses holding up the roof? I discovered they weren’t Muses, but architectural caryatids – decorative statues of women, their sole purpose to support the roof-line on their heads.

The Field Museum on the other hand, has the real deal. The famed nine Muses of the ancient world, statues as large as their Titaness mother, look down on the main floor. I found these statues rather curious. I couldn’t imagine what they had to do with stuffed and mounted animals, mummies, and dinosaurs. Years passed before I figured it out. Each one held something, a clue as to who and what they represented and while some made perfect sense to me as a child, others were confusing.

Calliope – Muse of Epic Poetry carries a writing tablet

Clio – Muse of History carries a scroll

Erato – Muse of Love Poetry carries a Cithara – sort of a lyre

Euterpe – Muse of Music carries a flute

Melpomene – Muse of Tragedy carries a Tragic mask

Polyhymnia – Muse of Hymns carries a veil

Terpsichore – Muse of Dance carries a lyre

Thalia – Muse of Comedy carries a Comic mask

Urania – Muse of Astronomy carries a globe and compass

I understand now as representatives of poetry, the arts and science, they’re there to be a symbol of the very best in the many cultures depicted in the vast museum collections. As I’ve said before, Calliope was the writer’s muse. I’ve dedicated my blog to her because in a way it too is dedicated to learning – my learning the ropes as an author. For centuries writers made a habit of dedicating to the muses. I’ve found these examples:

William Shakespeare, Henry V:

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

Charles Baudelaire, The Venal Muse:
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces,
Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet
And its black evenings without solace,
An ember to warm my violet feet?
What will revive your bruised shoulders,
The nocturnal rays that pierce the shutters?
When you cannot feel your palace, just your empty billfold,
How will you harvest the gold of azure vaults and gutters?
You should, to earn your bread today
Like a choir boy with a censer to wave,
Sings hymns with feeling but without belief.
Or, a starving rip-off artist, selling your charm
And your laughter shades the tears so no one sees the harm
In bringing to bloom an ordinary rat, a vulgar thief.

John Milton, Paradise Lost:
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse

Homer’s Odyssey:
Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
driven time and again off course, once he had plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy.

Dante’s Inferno:
O Muses, O high genius, aid me now!
O memory that engraved the things I saw,
Here shall your worth be manifest to all!

Emily Dickinson Awake ye muses nine:
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!

The Aeneid by Virgil:
O Muse! the causes and the crimes relate;
What goddess was provok’d, and whence her hate;
For what offense the Queen of Heav’n began
To persecute so brave, so just a man…

Geoffrey Chaucer, Troilus:
O lady myn, that called art Cleo,
Thow be my speed fro this forth, and my Muse,
To ryme wel this book til I haue do…

Thomas Moore, While History’s Muse:
While History’s Muse the memorial was keeping
Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves,
Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weeping,
For hers was the story that blotted the leaves.
But oh! how the tear in her eyelids grew bright,
When, after whole pages of sorrow and shame,
She saw History write,
With a pencil of light
That illumed the whole volume, her Wellington’s name.

Mary Darby Robinson, Ode to the Muse:
While softly o’er the pearl-deck’d plain,
Cold Dian leads the sylvan train;
In mazy dance and sportive glee,
SWEET MUSE, I’ll fondly turn to thee;
And thou shalt deck my couch with flow’rs,
And wing with joy my silent hours.

William Blake, To the Muses:
Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea
Wand’ring in many a coral grove,
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!
How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy’d in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move!
The sound is forc’d, the notes are few!

Phillis Wheatley:
There shall thy tongue in heav’nly murmurs flows,
And there my muse with heav’nly transport glow:
No more to tell of Damon’s tender sighs,
Or rising radiance of Aurora’s eyes,
For nobler themes demand a nobler strain,
And purer language on th’ ethereal plain.
Cease, gentle muse! the solemn gloom of night
Now seals the fair creation from my sight.

Catullus:
And so, have them for yourself, whatever kind of book it is,
and whatever sort, oh patron Muse
let it last for more than one generation, eternally.

Today with the sun shining, the orioles singing, the wind blowing the next big storm my way, I’ll dedicate my writing efforts to all the muses and see what happens.  :)