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Diving Deep at the Rainbow Awards

How to make Pam happy in one easy step: feedback from a happy reader. Or maybe readers. I hardly know, except that these comments came from a judge at the Rainbow Awards. 

“This book has two things that are the most important to me – the intriguing characters and the plot. Lee and Bobby were interesting, both as individuals and as a couple. And I was really glad that they talked to each other about their problems and misunderstandings. Also, there wasn’t insta-solution for Lee’s problems and I’m grateful of it.”

And there was an icon to go with the kind words. Which makes my heart go pitty pat.

While I’d sent the book in some time ago, hearing anything back this soon was boggling. I’m rather fond of this book, even though it was definitely a hard book to write in some ways. When an author talks about sitting in front of the keyboard and bleeding, my relationship to this book is what they’re describing.

So the recognition is especially sweet. Makes every drop of blood that hit the page worthwhile.

Thank you, Elisa Rolle, for all the hard work that goes into the Rainbow Awards. You are a rock star.

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Adventure, danger, passion. A heady mix that only a select few can breathe—and live.

Standing by while his lover tempted fate deep under the Atlantic drove Lee Preston into the bottle. The pain of watching his captain drown in a sea of booze sent elite wreck diver Bobby MacArthur running.

Lee chases whiskey the way Bobby chases adrenaline. The farther apart they stay, the better off they’ll both be. And if Bobby repeats those words often enough, he might start believing them. Now his former partner is calling to his diver soul with the promise of the find of a lifetime. Every crazy chance he takes underwater is safe compared to coming back, but if Lee’s turning his life around, Bobby will haul his gear back aboard the Bottom Hunter.

But not as lovers—yet—and no booze, no wild gambles two hundred feet below. Not even to identify a missing piece of history sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic. Fate has given them a chance to redeem what was lost, if they survive.

But the sea is jealous of her secrets, and the price of her treasures is high.

Dreamspinner  |  Amazon  |   Barnes & Noble  |  Apple

 

Rainbow Awards and A New Man

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The Honorable Mentions are appearing, a few at a time, at Elisa Rolle’s site. Every day brings a fresh reason to rejoice, as a friend or colleague’s work is honored. Amazing authors like Lloyd Meeker and Edmond Manning, Raine O’Tierney and Christopher Hawthorne Moss, and so many others who deserve every single accolade. Z. Allora, whose work has appeared twice. JL Merrow, who always makes me smile. Lane Hayes, who had a kind word for the socially anxious.  So many folks whom I’ve met online or in meatspace. My TBR list is expanding exponentially too, because there are names new to me in this gallery of goodness.

A New Man captured the judges’ attention and hearts sufficiently to be included on these shelves.

The reviewer (whoever you are, thank you) said:

I got sucked into this story very quickly. Great characters, including those who weren’t the MCs, and I liked the way the issues they faced weren’t solved quickly which made it more realistic.

I am honored and humbled to appear in this lineup.

NewMan[A]FS

 

Leo Durocher’s full of it

BloodontheMountainLGIn some competitions, you know exactly what the criteria for winning are. You have to score the most points, run, swim, or bicycle fast, leave X number of others behind. You can see the competition; you can feel them breathing down your neck, or watch them drawing ahead of you on the road or the scoreboard.  You can see what’s going on and adjust your efforts.

In others, you’ve done all you can do by the time you’re in the competition, and the only remaining effort within your control is participating or not. You’ve created your piece, and now the only decision is to enter or remain on the sidelines. Juried shows and literary awards can’t be practiced for, other than putting all your craft to work in the creation. Your entire creative life is your preparation, and nothing else can be done to affect the standings: no pep talk, no energy drink, no digging deep within for that last bit of stamina.

And the results are only partially concrete. Rather than seeing who’s riding the fastest, the process of selection is  based on criteria that may or may not be transparent to all. And if the judges have biases or have been overloaded by too many other works that share a characteristic with yours, well, all you can do is hope that it gets cancelled out internally. Your best effort has already been made.

I like to win. Give me worthy competition on the backgammon board or the Scrabble board (must study up Q and J words: my annual Thanksgiving Scrabble competition with the sisters-in-law is upon me!) and I am all over it. I’m nice about it, because sportsmanship is the art of winning without alienating. So there, Leo, I seldom finish last, though my time to swallow my pride may come later in the evening. Those ladies know a lot of Z words.

Team sports, well, I know my limitations, though I have been known to impersonate an athlete. (Allan’s mishaps on the ski slopes are, alas, my own, as was Jake’s negotiation of a slope beyond his ability.) Writing awards: we’re into territory with no timeclocks or scoreboards.

Now it’s down to faith in my ability to tell my tales. There are some fabulous storytellers in our genre: am I confident that I can entertain with the best of them? Not really, but that didn’t keep me from putting my work in harm’s way competition. Since it’s a competition that depends on hitting the judge’s enjoyment in addition to qualitative measures, whatever they may be, I can only hope to strike that bit of extra interest with the world I’ve built and the people I’ve populated it with.

FinalistSM (2)In slightly less than  two weeks, the Rainbow Awards will be announced. Blood on the Mountain is a finalist, which both delights me and fills me with fear, enough to keep me from mentioning it right and left. Okay, got past early rounds, and if I held my breath any longer on this I’d pass out completely. Will this book go the next step? I can only hope, having written it to the best of my ability. There are some terrific books in the finals.

And with the small bit of confidence this gives me, I’ve submitted Spokes to the Lambda Awards.