Ria Gomes

Heaven In Her Arms is set in Goa, India and the ‘ice-golas, bhelpuri and sevpuri in the prologue are typical Indian snacks, most popular in the western part of India.

However, it wouldn’t be proper to say the book delves into South Indian culture. There are at least seven states that form part of Southern India, and each of these has its own unique culture, lifestyle including food, dress, festivals, dances and even language and script. Step out of one state and into another, and you step into an altogether different world where you can have trouble knowing where you are headed, because even the signboards will have been written in a language and script you haven’t used before. It’s like asking a Russian to read Chinese. In places like these, your only hope can be a passerby with some understanding of Hindi or English, which are supposedly the official languages of India, but in reality, spoken by only say 10% of Indians.

Goa, the state in which I grew and where the book has been set, is a darling of the Indian tourism industry and the ideal honeymoon destination for Indian newly-weds. It had been a Portuguese colony until 1961, and still retains a lot of the West European culture to this day. My book reflects a bit of that, but since the book is a romance and not on our culture, I mostly stuck to aspects readers all over could relate to.

For most Westerners however, I think “Indiany” means, the typical Hindu culture publicized by our media. The Saree, the Dhoti, the Turban, the Sindhoor, a red wedding Joddha, the Mangalsutra—or perhaps even the Kama sutra—and if anyone delves into my book in search of those, I’m afraid they’ll be very disappointed.  To me, India can best be described as intricately woven tapestry of cultures and religions and traditions too complex to be contained in a book like mine.

To get Ria’s book, click HERE.

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Zak Morgan

Kids love silly, nonsensical songs, and one person who knows this very well is Zak Morgan. Zak has written music and performed it for thousands of kids. Yes, his songs are funny and goofy, but they also come with important messages, “I Can Do It!” and “Believe in your gifts!” and “Look at the Wonder of Life!”

Zak includes everyone with his messages–even the school bullies. He feels that even those kids need love and understanding because something negative in their lives made them what they are. If they can also learn to look at the beauty around them and can accept themselves, they will be better people.

Zak puts on over 200 shows a year and kids don’t just sit and listen. They are fully engaged, singing along, doing hand movements, and answering questions. With music and magic and puppets, his shows encourage kids to use their imaginations and read books.

Zak’s 1999 debut Bloom still sounds fresh, When Bullfrogs Croak landed a Grammy nomination in 2004, and the latest, a concept CD by Zak and Dela is now available! The Candy Machine is a poetic concept album for the entire family, in which the precocious Suzy and her timid younger brother Joe embark on a selfish search for the elusive Island of Sugar, but discover the Golden Rule instead.

Zak’s CD’s  can be found by clicking HERE.

Or visit Zak’s website at zakmorgan.com

 

 

 

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Fortune’s Foe gets a makeover!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A brand new cover for FORTUNE’S FOE! Old on the left, new on the right.

Thanks to Jennette Marie Powell, cover artist extraordinaire, my book is looking quite different! Do you like the new cover?

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Pretzels!

I’ve wanted to try making pretzels for a long time. I had a recipe and finally decided to try it. Very easy to make, but I’ll do some things differently next time. I wanted big, soft pretzels. These are medium sized and crunchy. Next time I’ll either make them bigger and try for soft, or smaller and try for small crunchy. But they are still good!

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Getting a head start on Christmas.

I know it’s early, but my daughter, Shana, and I have been making Christmas Santa Claus decorations today.Ron’s mother gave one to me years ago and we all loved it, but it’s getting kind of tacky and needed to be thrown away. So we are making another one for me–and one for her, and one for Kira. And maybe another one or two.

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Birthday Celebration

Husband, Ron, daughter, Shana, and I stopped by our local fire department for their open house. That’s me by the truck!

 

 

 

I had a great birthday with my husband, Ron, and our daughter, Shana. We went to an art show, to a wonderful concert by Adagio, a flute, harp, and cello trio, then out to dinner with friends.

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Bunny Cake

This year’s Bunny Cake for Easter! I make this cake every year. It’s a tradition at our house. What traditions do you have at yours?

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Practice, Practice, Practice

When I learn (or try to learn!) a new piece on the piano, I play it over and over. I will play just a measure or so at a time, playing very slowly, placing my hands just so, getting it right before I speed up a bit, then a bit more until I’m playing the song up to speed. Sometimes I will play the same few notes ten, twenty, or more times until my hands know what they are supposed to do. Until ‘muscle memory’ kicks in and those notes become automatic.

Some songs, simple music, I have learned very quickly. Other pieces, such as Rachmaninoff’s Prelude, Op. 3, No. 2, I have been working on for years and will probably never, ever play effortlessly. But I enjoy the challenge of working on difficult pieces.

But whatever piece I work on, even if I am simply playing old pieces for fun, helps me keep my fingers limber, and helps me with whatever I choose to work on next.

It’s the same with writing. Practice, practice, practice. When I learn a new technique or become aware of something stupid I have been doing, I have to really concentrate to make sure I get it right. I have to think about it a lot as I write. But eventually, it becomes automatic. It has sunk into my brain and, hopefully, I have become a better writer.

Judging contests, editing books for others, and going to workshops are ways to learn about my own writing. I see things others are doing that work, or don’t work, and try to apply what I’ve learned to my own writing.

There’s the old joke:  How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice. Let me apply that to writing. How do you get published? Or get on the best seller lists? Practice. In other words, write, write, write.

 

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Leave it Out!

As an artist I often leave things out of a landscape painting to make a better picture. This is art. I want to give a certain impression and those high tension power lines marching across the background, or that batch of bushes right in front of the house, just don’t work for me. I put in what I want in and leave out what I don’t want to show.

As a writer I do the same thing. Sometimes what I leave out is as important as what I put in.  I have started writing many scenes thinking, “This is so boring. I can’t wait to finish it.” Well, duh.  Leave it out.  If there’s any really important information in there, work it into the next scene somehow, hopefully in conversation. So what kinds of things do we normally leave out that real life doesn’t?

Small Talk:  In real life there is a lot of small talk.  “Hi. How are you?” “Fine. And you?” “Fine. What are you up to today?” Young people leave this stuff out of their real lives by texting. No small talk there. Just ask the question or make the comment you want to make and you’re done.  You go on with what you’re doing until the phone beeps with your answer. I used to ask my kids why they text. Why don’t you just call the person? Now I understand. If you call, there’s a lot of small talk before you can ask the question you wanted to ask. They leave it out. I’m finding myself texting more these days, too. And in writing, it is absolutely necessary to “text” your dialog.

Long Descriptions:  Unlike the section on small talk, here we want to go more with real life. When you walk into someone’s home for the first time, what do you do? Do you examine the room in critical detail before speaking a word to your host? No, you do a quick sweep of the room with your eyes, noting the general layout and perhaps a couple of interesting things you want to ask about–later. And those couple of things define you as well as the person who owns them.

For instance, when my one sister-in-law comes here, she looks around and immediately goes to my latest piece of art.  Why? Because she loves art. Another friend comes in and immediately walks to the piano to see which piece I’m working on. Why? She loves music.

So when my hero walks into a room, I give a one or two sentence description and he notes something that helps define his character or will help move the story along. What did Belle notice when she walked into the Beast’s library? The books. Not the architecture or the vaulted ceiling. She loves to read. She’s not an architect. The fact that he has this fabulous library and offers it to her says a great deal about him, too.

Bridges:  I’m talking about the kinds of bridges that get you from one great scene to another. You don’t show the detective driving along from the murder scene to the suspect’s house–unless it’s important. You don’t show your hero eating breakfast–unless it’s important, such as the Lucky Charms scene in Susan Elizabeth Phillips’s book, Nobody’s Baby But Mine. You don’t show your hero getting up and going into the bathroom in the morning–unless it’s important. Remember Oh, God with John Denver in the bathroom?

Unnecessary words: “That” is the one I go after in my own writing. I use it too much and it isn’t always necessary. So I look out for it and cut it when I can. It’s better to say, “the man she loves” rather than “the man that she loves.” You don’t need the “that” and it just makes it longer and more cumbersome. Another one that I don’t use, but see in some writing is that extra little preposition at the end of a sentence. Not all prepositions at the end sentences are bad. How else would you say, “Where are you from?” “From where are you?” I don’t think so. But to say, “Where is it at?” is wrong and unnecessary. “Where is it?” is all you need. Not “Where’s he going to?” But “Where’s he going?” The test is, if you leave it off and it still makes sense, you don’t need it.

Bottom line here, if it isn’t important, if it doesn’t show character or move the story along, if it’s boring, CUT.

 

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A love-hate relationship

I love to read. Well,duh. But I sometimes have a love-hate relationship with books.

If a book is really good, one I can’t put down, I love it.  If I remember the character’s names even when I’ve finished the book, because the author has given them issues and flaws and shining goodness and made them so real they become new friends, this is a book I love. When the author uses a particularly unique turn of phrase or describes something in an unusual way, I get a little thrill when I read the words.  If I read every word of description because I would lose the thread of the story if I didn’t and I don’t even notice I’m reading description because what I am reading is so integral to the story, I have to love that book.  When I read every word of a love scene because it is more about carrying the plot forward than describing what goes where, I love the book. When there is humor and moments that make me go “awww” without feeling overly sappy and sentimental, it’s a good book. And when I finish the book and don’t want to start a new one because I’m still lost in that world and keep thinking about it, I love it.

But I also hate reading a really good book because I don’t get anything else done. I can’t put it down. I can’t stop reading. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about the story and the characters and lose sleep. I can’t work on my own book because I have to find out what happens in the one I’m reading. Housework doesn’t even get a “lick and a promise.” It gets mostly promise, if I even remember to give it that much attention. Super is leftovers. And when I turn that last page, I feel bereft.

But like any addict, I know I’ll do it again the next time I pick up a book that good–and with no regrets.

What books have done all this for you?

 

 

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