Monday, June 22, 2015

Guest post by Heather McCollum, YA author of BROKEN and ovarian cancer survivor about how life and art are a reflection of each other

Thank you so much for having me here today on Salon Witz! I’m a writer of Young Adult paranormal romance and adult historical paranormal romance. My second YA book, BROKEN, released on April 1st. The heroine in this book is very special to me because we share a common problem.

Taylin Banes was cursed to live over and over without being able to love. She has died ten horrible deaths. (Okay, that’s not the issue I’ve dealt with, thank goodness!) But now that the curse is broken, Taylin has a new problem. She’s afraid of dying again, dying painfully and permanently this time, leaving behind the people she is now able to love.
And this is where Taylin and I are similar.
I am an ovarian cancer survivor. This past April 5th was the four year anniversary of the morning I woke up in a hospital bed after major surgery and was told “it is cancer.” My life would never be the same. Surgery, 5 months of intensive chemo, 10 more months of a clinical trial chemo, and 6 months of recovery has killed off all those vicious, stealthy cancer cells (triumphant fist pumping!).
Since ovarian cancer has an ugly tendency of coming back with lethal force, I’m checked every three to six months. Remission is bitter sweet. Sweet because the cancer is gone. Bitter because the thought of it returning is terrifying.

Chemo and I don’t mix well. Besides the hair loss (Everywhere! Where do those nose hairs go?), I had nerve damage throughout my body (from my teeth to my toes), sores in my mouth, toenails that turned brown and could be pulled in and out of their sockets, ulcers throughout my digestive track and bleeding end to end. The thought of going through that again, added to the thought of dying early, leaving my three kids and wonderful husband – well the fear can grab me by the throat.
When I started writing BROKEN I thought the theme would be “you can’t fear dying or you can’t really live.” It sounds like a great truth to help Taylin (and me) discover and implement. But as I approached writing the middle of the book I slowed down and eventually stopped. I just couldn’t figure out how Taylin could learn how not to fear death when she’d experienced such pain and fear. I spent days wracking my brain and dredging my creative well for something that could teach her not to fear. I came up empty.

When I met with my therapist (ah therapy, something I recommend for everyone) I mentioned how I was stuck in my book. She’s a novice writer and has great insight.

“How can I make my heroine not fear dying?” I asked.

She tilted her head. “Why should she not fear dying? Fearing death is a very human thing. If she didn’t fear dying at all, she wouldn’t be human.”

I blinked. I stared. I inhaled. “If you fear death you can’t really live.”
“I don’t know anyone who doesn’t fear dying, at least somewhat, and a lot of people live wonderful, happy lives. They just don’t dwell on death.”

Holy Crow! Taylin didn’t have to completely lose her fear, volunteering for the bomb squad or walking in dark alleys by herself at night. She just needed to learn not to allow fear to stand in the way of living. If we dwell on dying, what we would leave behind or the pain it could entail, we will miss the whole beautiful parade going by before us.

Both Taylin and I still need to work on this. Every time I have a CT scan or bloodwork drawn fear becomes large and darkens my world. But for the most part I’ve learned to acknowledge the fear and look the other way toward the beauty of living and the possibilities of each day.
I’m very lucky to have an avenue to explore my inner craziness. I wrote a blog all through my treatments about survival. It kept me sane. The posts are on my web site. I plan to one day organize them into a survival book.

It is amazing how much of ourselves come out in our writing: lessons we wish to learn, people we wish to be, love we hope to find. We can learn so much about ourselves writing and we can absorb important lessons reading. I’m a firm believer that if you read enough happy endings, you will bring one your way.

Have you learned something from reading a favorite book or writing a character that resonates with your heart?

Taylin Banes’ familiar world shatters when the cruel curse that kept her unable to love is broken. Now she’s bombarded by all the human emotions she’d been forbidden over eleven lifetimes. The nightmares of her deaths crack through her tough exterior, reminding her that this last life is fragile, and fear becomes a new type of torture.

Zach Buchanan comes from a long line of Guardians and has trained with the Magic Alliance his whole life. With the shake-up in the organization over the recent end of Lamont’s curse, he’s been reassigned. He is to help The Cursed learn basic protection skills. But can Zach set aside his hatred for the infamous Taylin Banes who targeted his family two generations ago?

As Taylin and Zach clash, a sinister force rises up, targeting members of the Magic Alliance and Taylin. With her last life on the line, Zach turns from instructor to protector as the frenetic conflict sparking between them transforms into a fierce attraction. Together they must stop the malevolence threatening those with innate magic before darkness consumes them all.

Excerpt (817 words):

“Taylin, you shouldn’t walk back there in the dark.” He’s following me. I continue to head through the trees that surround the center on three sides, leading back toward the abandoned part of the institute. The stillness of the trees makes them look like they’re watching. My stomach tightens, but I keep moving, anger overriding the sheer terror that should be turning me back. I will not admit that Zach’s presence makes the night less menacing. I will not.
“Taylin,” he calls again. “We haven’t figured out who locked us in or who attacked Zoe. It isn’t safe for you to be roaming around out here.”
“If you’d stop following me, I’d stop roaming,” I throw back. One glance shows he’s closing in even though I can’t hear him. I manage to beat him to the brick building and hurry around the corner.
“I can’t,” he says, and I whirl around.
“You can’t stop following me?” I stare at his dark face in the shadows. “Is it still your job to track me, hunt me down?”
“If it was, you’d never know.” He lays heavy hands on my shoulders.
“Until you killed me. Or would you have stabbed me in my sleep so I wouldn’t know who to damn with my last breath?”
His hands drop, releasing me. “It was never my job to kill you,” he says softly.
“No, that was Patricia Ashe’s job,” I remind him. “But no one tried to stop her until she wanted to cut open the precious Siren, Jule.” Why am I talking about this? I haven’t spoken about the incident that broke the curse to anyone. Yet here I am out in the dark, vomiting it up all over Zach, a Hunter.
Zach raises his hands and I take a step backward. “She was nuts, Taylin. Alba didn’t figure out her plans until the very end. We were supposed to just watch you three.”
“And that’s why you have a tat of the blade that was supposed to kill us. Not a set of binoculars to watch us, but a triblade to slaughter us like the Hunters two hundred years ago.”
He runs a hand through his hair, looking every bit the warrior in his costume, his face hard and sliced by splashes of moonlight. “It’s an old symbol, Taylin. That’s all. It means nothing now, especially since the curse is broken.”
Stupid tears press against my eyes so I walk farther behind the old psych hospital. He follows and I breathe relief that I’m not alone out here in the dark. If he’d just leave, I could leave.
“Those of us who were trained as Hunters have been reassigned. The job is obsolete.” He grabs my arm, forcing me around.
My jaw aches. “I’m sure you’re not the only Hunter at the center. Maybe someone still wants me dead.”
“I was in that sauna with you,” he says.
“Maybe you just got in the way.”
“Or maybe you did. What if I’m the target? Someone attacked my sister.” He drops my wrist. “Taylin,” he says and stares hard at me. “I get it.” He looks sincere, but his expression borders on pity. I almost pop him in the nose, but I want to hear this.
“You get it?” I ask.
“Yeah. You’ve lived life after life knowing you’d be born again. This is the first time you’ve had to face mortality. When you die now, you die for good. That change would freak anyone out.”
I stare at him, unmoving, but the tension in my chest presses hard. He takes a step closer, his voice low. “Everyone is afraid of dying, Taylin. I know what that’s like. It’s the unknown.”
“So,” I start just as low, drawing out the word. “You’ve got me figured out.” My smile is anything but warm. I nod. “So, Zach Buchanan, you know what it’s like to have a blade jammed into your middle, slicing open your intestines like they are sausages. You know how it feels to refuse chemo because no matter what docs give you, it won’t work and you’ll waste away. You know the burn in your lungs as you breathe in water until the world around you fades away.” I shake my head but keep my eyes on him. “Oh, how about dying of scarlet fever, alone, because no one wants to risk caring for you? And my all-time favorite, being burned alive.”
“Shit, Taylin,” he murmurs. “You’ve been burned alive?”
I blink and push his pity behind my hard eyes. “Luke shot me in the forehead with a crossbow before the flames reached me.”
He rubs a hand over his face but still watches me. I release a bitter chuckle and glance upward so the tears will stay put inside. “You, Zach, are afraid of the unknown.” I level my gaze on him. “I am afraid of the never-will-forget.”

Heather McCollum is an award winning, historical and YA paranormal romance writer. She earned her B.A. in Biology, much to her English professor’s dismay, and was a 2009 Golden Heart Finalist.
When she is not picking her teen’s brain for authentic attitude and finding time to write, she is usually found educating women on ovarian cancer symptoms. Ms. McCollum has recently slayed the cancer beast and resides with her very own hero and 3 kids in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast.

For more info about Heather and her books, please visit her web site at She can also be found here:

Monday, June 8, 2015

Fractured releases tomorrow--the further adventures of Jeremy and Bobby.

FRACTURED is out tomorrow! If you liked BREAKING GLASS and VISION, you're really going to want to follow the further adventures of Jeremy and Bobby.. PLUS there is a giveaway of a $25 gift certificate and ebooks of both BREAKING GLASS and VISION (in case you have not read them)

Bobby's a hick who sees visions. Jeremy's a smartass who sees dead people. Together, they have a weekend to stop a murderer...if they don't kill each other first. Sparks fly when the worlds of Lisa Amowitz’s BREAKING GLASS and VISION collide.

Friday, May 22, 2015

For Once I'm Not Late to the Game (Kind of) Guest Post by Fantasy Angel

Hello everyone! My name is Fantasy Angel (it's my blogger name, not real name) and I come from Avid Reader, a blog on books, their movies and writing in general.  Now I met Lisa on an awesome chat called #K8chat and there we were discussing guest posts and now here I am on this awesome blog guest posting! (Thanks Lisa!) Now for the guest post. I hope you enjoy.

So for once in my life I am not late to the game and that is called the game of comics. Yes, it isn't really a game but hey, you get what I mean. Anyway, yes, comics have been around for forever and so I'm wrong in that aspect but I’m right with the specific comic which is the Ms. Marvel comic with Kamala Khan by writers/illustrators Adrian Alphona, G. Willow Wilson, Jamie McKelvie and Sara Pichelli. Now I had heard of a rumor about a year ago that there was going to be a teenage, Muslim girl who was going to be a superhero and I thought "that is pretty cool but it probably won't happen. Hopefully it will, but probably not." Then in November or December of this past year I saw that they actually were doing it and it was coming out really soon and I knew I had to get it because I'd been thinking of reading comics on some of my fav Marvel superheroes but there was just so many to read from and I had no idea where to start. With this Ms. Marvel though, it was the first one so I immediately put it on hold in my library so I could try to read it. Now it was a month and a half ago maybe when I finally got it and I read it like 10 minutes. I had to read it in one sitting and afterwards I knew this series was going to be awesome. Why, you ask?  Well...:
  1. The storyline was great! There was an actual plot and it also built up to Kamala getting her powers and then learning to control them instead of her somehow spontaneously knowing how to control them.
  2. The characters, their personalities and their lives seemed very realistic (excluding the fact that someone was Ms. Marvel)
  3. It didn't focus too much on that Kamala was a Muslim and the stereotypes that go with that or just on the superhero part of her. Meaning, there was a pretty good balance in the comic between characters, their personalities and stereotypes and the superhero aspect of the comic so that was also awesome.
Now that's a pretty basic breakdown of the comic but I didn't want to give anything away. I do hope however that you do read the Ms. Marvel comics as they are pretty good and it's a wonderful way to step into the world of comics without getting overwhelmed from all the older comics with a bunch of spin-offs and ten times as much of volumes.

I hope you liked this post! If you did, like this and come out to Avid Reader and hopefully you'll like it there as well and follow :) Anyway, thanks again to Lisa for this awesome opportunity and thanks to you guys for reading this! Have a great day/night and tata for now!

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Rajdeep Paulus: The Journey of a Book Cover

original hand drawn art

Let’s be honest. Whoever came up with the phrase, “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” was reading in the dark. Or listening to an audiobook. Or got a great, hand-me-down book that had the cover ripped off. Because, before an author’s name is connected to incredible story telling, the cover is all a reader has to go by. And ask most readers—the cover determines whether they will pick up the book. Read the back. And open the book and read the first few lines. Each step leads to the ultimate decision to invest in the story, but the very first step often rests with the invitation of the cover.

In the final stages of cover decision-making, I had a cover crisis. The artwork was so engaging that the title sort of got lost in it. But when I tried to fix it, rather than let the artist make her professional changes, I overcompensated and pushed the details off the page, literally. With only days till the book when live on Amazon, Deepa coached me in some Photoshop basics, and I think we found our perfectly balanced cover: Stars. Blue. Clouds below. And the Post-it on back.

When I finished the first draft of Soaring Through Stars, I began to think about my cover. And without a second thought, I knew I wanted my niece and SVA college student, Deepa Paulus, to design it. The only boundaries I gave her were to make sure the cover had stars on the front, a Post-it Note on the back, and the color blue for Talia. The rest was up to her.

I’m not an artist, but I can only imagine how long it took for her to create a starry sky brimmed by clouds with her pen and pencil on paper. When she showed me an early draft of the hand-drawn cover, I loved it! But I also knew right away: more stars, less clouds.

Once the background was finalized, Deepa went to work with her Photoshop skills, adding blues, sparkling up stars, and matching the fonts from the other two books in the trilogy to help link the books. We had some back and forth about the shades of blue and eventually agreed on a darker but brighter blue that helped the font to stand out and suggest evening, rather than the black sky of nighttime.
Cover design stages Pt. 1

I asked Deepa a few questions about her experience, and this is what she shared:

Rajdeep: What did you enjoy about the process?

Deepa: What I enjoyed most about working on the cover of Soaring Through Stars was that I got to work very closely with my aunt.  Rajdeep Chithi [Aunt] was so much fun to work with and I learned a lot about graphic design.  In addition, I enjoyed the mix of traditional and digital media.  It started with pen and ink and went through Photoshop, so I got to use my two favorite mediums to create this cover.

Rajdeep: What were some of the challenges you faced?

Deepa: The main challenge that came with making this cover was definitely layout.  There are just so many ways of placing information on a page that it can be quite tricky figuring out what works best.  Getting feedback definitely makes the process easier than doing it all alone.

Rajdeep: What would you change about the process when you start your next book cover for some lucky author out there? 

Deepa: I would not really change much about the process.  Keeping my files organized definitely helped when changes had to be made, so I would continue working the way I did.

Interim cover design
Not every author gets a say in how his or her cover will turn out. I’ve had the opportunity to give feedback on all my covers so far. And if a picture is worth a thousand words, maybe a book cover is worth sixty-five thousand—the average length of each young adult book I wrote. 
Grateful for a chance to work with an up and coming artist and digital wiz, thank you Deepa for working so hard on my book cover. I’m thrilled to push book three out of the nest and send her a flight. And I hope the story will take readers Soaring Through Stars. J


Rajdeep Paulus, Award-Winning author of Swimming Through CloudsSeeing Through Stones, and Soaring Through Stars, is mommy to four princesses, wife of Sunshine, a coffee-addict and a chocoholic. As of this June 2013, she’s a Tough Mudder. To find out more, visit her website or connect with her  via Facebook, TwitterPinterest, or Instagram.

Chicago born Deepa Paulus majored in Visual Arts at LaGuardia High School for Music, Art, and Performing Arts (Class of 2014). She designed the logo for Cycling for Change (,) the cover of the YA Novel Soaring Through Stars, and looks forward to graduating Class of 2018 from SVA as a Computer Art Major. Learn more at

Final cover