Tuesday, June 23, 2015

An open letter to-

Okay, my mailbox at the end of the driveway isn't as full of junk mail as it used to be, and for that I am grateful. Those shiny pamphlets don't even burn in woodstoves.
But now my email inbox is crammed. I try to unsubscribe as much as possible, but there are a few shining (forgive the pun) examples I want to point out.

Amazon-
Yes, I know you want to tell me of all those great authors. I'm one of them, too. But you don't need to show me a list of books I have already purchased, under to subtitle of "Books you may be interested in". Yes, you know my tastes. To a certain extent. But I am fully capable of choosing my own reading material. It's not like as if I slap my head and say, "Oh, yeah, I noticed that my Kindle was empty. I didn't know what to do about it." I've already figured out how to purchase your books, thank you very much.
Twitter-
It's okay to tell me when someone is following me, although most of them just want me to auto-follow them back so they can tell me how to enlarge my penis. News Flash! I don't have one! But don't give me a list of people I may be interested in following. If I was interested in following them, I'd follow them. You see, Twitter followers follow people with whom they have a common interest. Can you follow me? It's not a numbers game. You don't get a special prize for having the most followers, or at least Oprah isn't telling us about it.
Trip Advisor- 
I do like traveling, and I can always count on you to provide me with info based on my last search. But here is a hint for you. That last search of Mongolia? It was just to mess with your head. I'm not really planning a trip there, so you don't need to inundate my inbox with lists of things to do while I am there.
Travel Zoo-
Yes, I like you, but I'm not going to travel 4,000 miles to take a flight from Vancouver because you offer me a 15% discount. Hey, Air Canada, Westjet, the same goes for you!

It's kind of like the Mazda dealer in the next town who keeps telling me that people are asking to buy my Mazda 2. (With the cracked bumper and noisy brakes) Hey, Mazda! I don't believe you. People aren't staring at me when I pull into the bank parking lot because they like my car and are on their cell phones asking to buy it.
And finally, to all those non-English speaking scammers out there, my last words are for you. I don't believe my writer friend, Margaret, who is at home writing her next bestseller, is in Paris and has just been robbed and needs me to send her money. She posted to FaceBook just this morning that she planned to spend the day in her office. 
And, no, I don't need a loan, or a new job or a girlfriend who tells me she's "very much pretty with very much pretty body". Why don't you set those scams aside until Google Translate can perfect its translation program?

Yes, yes, I can hit delete, opt out, unsubscribe, and I do, but to be honest, some of those opt out buttons don't work. You know who you are, car dealer to the north. Putting an 'unsubscribe' button at a bottom of your email that does as much as a button on a Fisher-Price kitchen set isn't going to make me rush out to buy anything from you. 
There, my rant is done.
And I can only hope you don't hit the unsubscribe button because of it. We both know you feel the same way.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Death on the Ocean Floor Warning!

I'm happy to announce that my second book in my Bay of Fundy romantic suspense is out!

Available here


Now, before you race over for another thrilling Georgina Lee book, I want to warn you.
My heroine is not a sweet, adorable woman. 
My hero is not a man of every woman's dreams. 
And not even the police are that nice.

When I decided I wanted to write this book, I was just coming from writing 3 wonderful books for Love Inspired. I loved them, but like eating too much chocolate, you can get a bit sick of it. (Holy Toledo! Did I say that?)
I needed to write about Tetra Martin. I needed to write a woman more like your average gal. So I dug deep into my memories and pulled out ordinary people. Okay, ordinary people don't find dead bodies in caves and they aren't charged with the murder of said dead person. 
But these 'ordinary' people are tidbits of the people I have once known. Realistic.
Buy it here
Yes, I've known women like Tetra Martin. She's a little of each of those women. And David Haines is almost identical to a young man I knew long before I joined the army. Lewis Dell like a man I worked for once. Even the cop, Constable Baker, is like a fellow soldier I once knew. 
Why, I've even know Monique. Oh, yes. Very much so. 
So be warned. These people are real. And they are in no way perfect. But who would be perfect in a book entitled, Death on the Ocean Floor?

Thursday, May 21, 2015

When the story teaches you

More than a decade ago, I wrote a couple of fantasy/sci-fi novellas and fell in love with them. I submitted them to a small publisher who had expressed some interested. 

But the editor wasn't of the same mind. She pointed out that the physics of the world I had built was wrong. You see, her scientist husband told her so. Therefore, my fantasy stories were not acceptable.

I was crushed. They were fantasy stories. And fantasies break the rules. They can have anything from dragons to vampires. Space-faring creatures to undersea dwellers. They are allowed to break the rules. In fact, a writer friend said after I told her about my rejection, "That's what fantasies do."

So the stories mouldered in my ancient computer for several more years. One day, I dug them out and dusted them off. I even went on to finish writing a couple more of them because I had already created them in my mind and knew where they were going. I'd even answered those silly physics questions. (I had been young and intimidated back when that awful editor spoke to me, so very unsure of myself) But this time, I started to self-published them.

Then other projects needed my attention, so I took them down and tucked them away again. A few years later, I pulled them out again and I finished off the first draft of the last story. There. They were all written. 
 
Another few years passed, and when I searched for them again, I discovered I had lost them. I had one corrupted electronic copy of a few of them, and one hard copy of another few. I felt nearly as bad as when that editor spoke to me.

I spent over a year cobbling them together. The lesson taught me that The Gifts of Argostar don't belong in my hard drive. I needed to publish them into a series of three ebooks.
 
The first one has finally been published. For more than 10 years, these books called to me. I loved them. I loved the world I'd created, and the characters with their lives filled with danger and mistakes, excitement and hope. 

The Gifts of Argostar


The Gifts of Argostar are not just sci-fi stories, but tales of hope and fortitude. Of endurance when you're beaten down and discouraged. They also teach to grab the time now, for there never will be a more perfect time than the present.
 
Part 1 has the first three books in the series. The Catch was the story that started it all off. The Lure was a natural fit to follow, and The Demand, the way that leads to the rest of the novellas. Each story encouraged me to finish the series, showed me that when people cut you down, you get back up. Maybe not right away, though it's best if you do. But you do get up. You learn to rise again. 
 
I hope you'll check out my stories and see what I see in them. 

Click here for The Gifts o Argostar

Pure fantasy. Pure hope for tomorrow.