I'd like to talk about two topics connected with each other: setting and atmosphere. These two are important to a novel and can affect such things as the characters and the tone of the story.
Setting is where the story takes place. There are two basic kinds; general and specific. A general setting, for example, would be New York, the country of Japan, Dublin, the space station Deep Space Nine. As you can see, these are large and vague areas. Specific settings are just that, specific: a brownstone building, Tokyo Sky Tree, Quark's Bar.
When you are devising your story, setting will play an important part. It is something you will think about, and may use as a basis for your story. An American living in New York will act different, and thus have a different story, than an American in Tokyo. The first may be a businessman, one who travels the subways every day, sure of where he is going and what is around him. The second may be a businessman as well; but if he doesn't live in Tokyo he may feel lost, unsure, or angry. Stories can be crafted simply from places and how the characters act and react to it: a delivery man stuck on a deserted island, an innocent man thrown in prison, or an expedition to the Arctic. Setting will play a very important role.
Not only general settings, but specific places are important as well. A girl will act and feel different in the classroom than in her bedroom. Settings can evoke strong feelings in characters. If a character was shot during a convenience store robbery but lived, he or she may feel anger or fear at every convenience store they visit. Ever seen a Jackie Chan movie? Those are great to showcase how one can use a specific setting, like a supermarket, to craft a fight scene.
Atmosphere is related to setting. It's the tone, the feel, of the place. Depending on the description and word choice the author uses, the atmosphere of a setting will be different. It happens all the time in real life: a building may seem warm and friendly in the daytime, but become sinister and foreboding in the middle of the night. An author has to think of their words and descriptions carefully in order to evoke the proper atmosphere. Read crime novels, especially hard boiled detective books like The Maltese Falcon, or a Sherlock Holmes story. The atmosphere is very much a part of the story.
I hope you have enjoyed this post. As always, thanks for reading.
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17 March 2013
14 March 2013
Japan: White Day
Last month, I talked about Valentine's Day in Japan, and left off with a mention of White Day.
On March 14, a month after Valentine's Day, men who received chocolate or gifts on Valentine's Day return the favor. Most of the gifts are white; either white chocolate, white clothes such as lingerie, cookies, or jewelry, and so on. Marshmallows are also an acceptable gift.
The holiday started in 1978, by the National Confectionary Industry Association, on the basis that men should pay back the women who gave them honmei- or giri-choco. But there is a slight caveat: the gifts men give should be two or three times the cost of the Valentine's gift they received. That general rule is called sanbai gaeshi, meaning "triple the return."
Like Valentine's Day; romantic movies, candlelight dinners, and romantic getaways are not the norm. While there are Valentine's and White Day cards, they are nothing like the Hallmark cards in America.
On a personal note, I don't celebrate White Day. My wife Yoko likes the American version of Valentine's Day, so we exchange chocolate and go out to dinner on February 14.
As always, thanks for reading.
On March 14, a month after Valentine's Day, men who received chocolate or gifts on Valentine's Day return the favor. Most of the gifts are white; either white chocolate, white clothes such as lingerie, cookies, or jewelry, and so on. Marshmallows are also an acceptable gift.
The holiday started in 1978, by the National Confectionary Industry Association, on the basis that men should pay back the women who gave them honmei- or giri-choco. But there is a slight caveat: the gifts men give should be two or three times the cost of the Valentine's gift they received. That general rule is called sanbai gaeshi, meaning "triple the return."
Like Valentine's Day; romantic movies, candlelight dinners, and romantic getaways are not the norm. While there are Valentine's and White Day cards, they are nothing like the Hallmark cards in America.
On a personal note, I don't celebrate White Day. My wife Yoko likes the American version of Valentine's Day, so we exchange chocolate and go out to dinner on February 14.
As always, thanks for reading.
11 March 2013
Paranormal Legacy Blog Tour

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If you write science fiction, then at some point or another, in at least one story or novel, you're probably going to write about some type of time travel. Time travel seems to be a popular element in a lot of sci-fi movies, TV shows, comics, and yes, books. But before we get into all that, first let's talk about sci-fi versus fantasy.
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04 March 2013
Dream Project Blog Hop Archive
Here are the links for the Dream Project Blog Hop. It's a great opportunity to check out the posts you may have missed. I want to give a big thank you to everyone who participated. This was my first Facebook event ever and the first blog hop I ever organized. I couldn't have done it without the awesome authors who participated. It was a lot of fun: for the readers, I hope you enjoyed learning more about the authors, and authors, you guys had some wonderful answers. Thanks again.
1 Cody Martin Resonant Blue
2 Samantha Kay Samantha Kay
3 Jen Colafranceschi Jennifer Domenico - Guest Blog
4 K.D. Emerson. She was supposed to participate had to drop out. We gave a special shout-out to her. Please visit her awesome blog. http://digitus233.com/ category/blog/
5 Donna R. Wood Butterfly Phoenix
6 Wendy Siefken Siefken Publications
7 Kai Wilson Bigger, Fuller Glass
8 (No post)
9 (No post)
10 Author Merita King Author/Novelist Merita King
11 Dan Peyton Out Of My Head
12 Aurora Martinez Crimson Flower Review
13 Lisa Cody AKA Little Blonde Girl
14 Sarah L. Wallace Crossroads Of Humanity
15 Allison Cosgrove Stan Brookshire
16 Brian Bigelow Life's A Journey
17 Ed Griffin Writers Write Daily
18 DeEtte Beckstead Anderton DeEtte Anderton
19 Laurie Boris Laurie Boris, Freelance Writer
20 Ellie Mack Quotidiandose
21 Colleen Rose Colleen Rose (Author) Facebook Page
22 Heidi Nicole Bird Official Blog Of Heidi Nicole Bird
23 Martin Crosbie Martin Crosbie
24 Sable Hunter Sable Dreams
25 Kevin Brown Creative Mysteries
26 Shelia Lytle Shelia Lytle
27 Abyrne Mostyn Abyrne Mostyn
28 Linda Bowers Bolton Romance Is In The Air
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1 Cody Martin Resonant Blue
2 Samantha Kay Samantha Kay
3 Jen Colafranceschi Jennifer Domenico - Guest Blog
4 K.D. Emerson. She was supposed to participate had to drop out. We gave a special shout-out to her. Please visit her awesome blog. http://digitus233.com/
5 Donna R. Wood Butterfly Phoenix
6 Wendy Siefken Siefken Publications
7 Kai Wilson Bigger, Fuller Glass
8 (No post)
9 (No post)
10 Author Merita King Author/Novelist Merita King
11 Dan Peyton Out Of My Head
12 Aurora Martinez Crimson Flower Review
13 Lisa Cody AKA Little Blonde Girl
14 Sarah L. Wallace Crossroads Of Humanity
15 Allison Cosgrove Stan Brookshire
16 Brian Bigelow Life's A Journey
17 Ed Griffin Writers Write Daily
18 DeEtte Beckstead Anderton DeEtte Anderton
19 Laurie Boris Laurie Boris, Freelance Writer
20 Ellie Mack Quotidiandose
21 Colleen Rose Colleen Rose (Author) Facebook Page
22 Heidi Nicole Bird Official Blog Of Heidi Nicole Bird
23 Martin Crosbie Martin Crosbie
24 Sable Hunter Sable Dreams
25 Kevin Brown Creative Mysteries
26 Shelia Lytle Shelia Lytle
27 Abyrne Mostyn Abyrne Mostyn
28 Linda Bowers Bolton Romance Is In The Air
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As Porky Pig says, "That's all, folks!" Everyone did great. There was a wide and eclectic group of answers. I hope everyone enjoyed this as much as I did. As always, thanks for reading.
03 March 2013
Japan: Hina Matsuri
Small ornamental dolls, called hina-ningyou, are displayed on a seven-tier platform that is covered in red carpet. The dolls represent members of the Imperial court of the Heian Period (794-1185 A.D.), which is when the festival started. The top tier has the dolls of the Emperor and Empress. Tier two holds the three court ladies. Tier three has five male musicians and their instruments. The fourth tier has two ministers, one a young man and the second an old man. Tier five holds either three court helpers or three samurai protectors. Tiers six and seven often hold various items like furniture, carriages, and other items of court life.
Such sets can often be very expensive, so not every household has a seven-teir platform. If you can afford only one level, it is the top, with the Emperor and Empress. The displays are set up in February and taken down March 4, any later than that and the result will be a late marriage for the daughter.
There are several foods associated with the holiday: shirozake, a sake made from fermented rice. Colored, bite-sized crackers flavored with sugar or soy sauce are called hina-arare and are easily available in grocery stores, often in brightly colored pink packaging especially designed for the holiday. And hishimochi, a diamond-shaped colored rice cake. Chirashizushi, which is sushi rice flavored with sugar, vinegar, and topped with raw fish and other ingredients) is often eaten. A salty soup called ushiojiru containing clams still in the shell is also served. Clam shells in food are the symbol of a united and peaceful couple, because a pair of clam shells fits perfectly, and no pair but the original pair of shells can do so.
01 March 2013
Author Spotlight: Sarah L. Wallace

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Life fell into a comfortable pattern of work, recreation and rest, a balance of the mundane. Meanwhile, Resistance activities continued to simmer.
On Monday mornings, Keira met with her committee. Although she assured me she was being friendly, I didn't think she was exactly making friends. The meetings seemed to stress her out a great deal. Whether it was because of the ladies or because of my mother, she wouldn't say.
Monday and Wednesday evenings found us at the gym. This was Keira's area of expertise. She especially enjoyed the climbing wall. However, she bemoaned the fact that we couldn't practice grappling, wrestling or tumbling. Those simply weren't activities for a lady. At least training seemed to relieve some of her stress.
On Tuesdays when the gallery was closed, Aimee and Keira focused on the orphanages of Tkaron. They purchased much needed supplies: clothing, bedding, furniture, dishes and medical supplies, and donated it all in the name of the Resistance. They forged alliances.
In the evenings, we enjoyed dinner together. While Aimee and I prepared the food, Keira and Eberhardt set the table and kept us company. One evening, I held up a green pepper and had a brilliant idea. I grabbed a knife and a cutting board and demonstrated how to slice and dice. It was as I'd expected, Keira was good with a knife.
A few times, Aimee invited Brody to join us for dinner. I suspected he was also taking her to lunch more often than not. In my opinion, he was good for her. He made her laugh, and she began wearing brighter colors and trying her hair in different styles.
Everything was going so well, and then my parents invited us to dinner.
“I still can't get over this house!” Keira exclaimed as we drove under the canopy of leaves that welcomed us to my parents' estate. “Did you always live in houses this...this extravagant?”
“Yes, but so do most Elite.”
“Oh, I know that. But I still can't get over how different you are, how much you understand, how much you notice about... Well, about everything. About the world. About people like me. You see what's happening, how much pain the Divide causes. How did you do that? How did you break away?”
“I don't know exactly, but I'm glad I did.”
“Me too.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled at me.
Keira raised a good point. Why had I started asking questions that most people avoid, and how could we get others to do the same? Was it when my family moved to Tkaron, or had I begun asking questions much earlier?
My parents' butler, Simon, had been with them for 20 years. He hardly ever smiled. I'd been a mischievous nine year-old when he was hired. As a child, I'd tried to make him smile at least once a day. It wasn't easy, but I was determined. I held open the polished wooden door for Keira and watched as Simon hurried over.
“Mr. Burke. Please, allow me.”
“Oh, it's not a problem.”
“It may not be a problem for you, but you're doing my job.”
“Well, you may greet us and announce us to my parents. Will that do?”
“I suppose.” Simon frowned. “Wait here.”
“Come on.” I grabbed Keira's hand and pulled her along behind me.
“What? But, he won't like it,” she whispered.
A minute later, Simon stopped in the entrance to the dining room. “Richard and Miss Kendra James have arrived. Shall I show them in?”
“Yes, please do,” my mother said.
Simon turned and bumped into me. He sighed. Not even a hint of a smile. “You may go in.”
“Thank you, Simon.” I slipped a packet of cigarettes into his pocket as we maneuvered past. It was his favorite brand.
Keira squeezed my arm and whispered, “That was sweet.”
My mother hurried over when she saw us. “Welcome.” She grasped Keira's hands and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Mrs. Burke.”
“My dear, you're to be my daughter-in-law. You may call me Bea.”
I leaned over and kissed my mother just as my father entered the room. “Good evening, Father.”
“Good evening, Richard. Miss James, it's nice to see you again.”
My mother may be ready to drop the formalities, but my father was not. I looked around. It wasn't every day that my parents lit the dinner candles, brought out the best china and...I glanced at Cadence. She blushed and looked down. So the intricately folded napkins had been her idea.
I directed Keira to a seat and pulled out her chair. My mother, now seated at the foot of the table, smiled in approval.
My father and I began as we always did, by discussing business. My mother soon cut in with, “Richard!” She spoke rather sharply and looked first at Keira and then at my father. He started to sigh but caught himself and raised a napkin to his mouth instead.
“Son.” I looked at him in alarm. He rarely called me that. My mother didn't say a word. “You'll be married soon.”
I nodded and looked across the table at Keira. Then I returned my attention to my father.
“When that time comes, you'll be receiving a promotion.”
I blinked in surprise. “But what about you?”
“I'll keep some stake in the company, of course. But I will no longer be taking such an active role. Those duties will become yours. Congratulations.” Again, he gave my mother a look I couldn't decipher.
“Yes, congratulations, dear,” she echoed.
The air felt thick. Is this his idea or hers?
“Thank you.” I cleared my throat and changed the subject. “This steak is delicious! My compliments to the new chef.”
“Yes, it's wonderful,” Keira chimed in.
“It's why we hired him. You know how much your father enjoys steak,” my mother said.
Again, a look passed between them.
Keira tactfully looked down at her plate.
“Have you heard?” my mother asked. “Someone has been donating supplies to the orphanages in town.”
“That's wonderful! It sounds like you've started a trend,” I said.
“To all of the orphanages. Donations for all of the children. Do you see what I mean?”
“Oh, I see.”
Keira was still staring at her plate. She'd stopped eating.
“Yes, and people have been talking.”
I set down my knife and fork, and sighed. “And what are they saying, Mother?”
“They're saying that the Resistance is helping the Working Class children. The Gov really should crack down on things like that, don't you agree?”
“What's the problem exactly?” Keira asked, finally looking up to meet my mother's gaze. “They're just children.”
“Well, it's an outrage, that's what it is. All your hard work with the committee, gone.”
“But they're still receiving funding from us too, so I don't understand what...”
“It can't be allowed,” my father cut in, his voice deep and steady.
We all turned to look at him, and he continued, “If Working Class children receive the same privileges as the Elite, they'll expect more than is available. Competition will skyrocket, and as the children mature into able bodied adults, Working Class citizens will begin to take on Elite jobs, leaving Working Class positions unfilled. It cannot be allowed,” he repeated.
“Can you imagine?” It was my mother again. “The Working Class and the Elite working side by side.”
I looked at Keira, and she stared at me.
Somehow we made it through the rest of dinner. Keira took my hand even before Eberhardt started the engine. “Please say you're coming over tonight,” she pleaded.
“Better not. I have an early morning meeting tomorrow. Turn around.” I nudged her gently. As the car began to move down the drive, I squeezed her shoulders, gently at first, then increased the pressure. I worked my way down her back. “Better?”
She leaned her head first to one side and then to the other. “Yes, thank you. How often will we have to dine with them?”
“They'll expect it frequently, I'm afraid. Probably about once per week.”
“Kill me now.” Keira's voice was deadpan.
Gaiman on Copyright Piracy and the Web http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Qkyt1wXNlI
Noah Maddock has spent his childhood in the prosperous and peaceful realm of Mediterra. With a change in leadership and assurances that the societal Divide has closed in his father's home realm of Terene, the family returns. But after a generation of mistrust, have the people truly changed? Diabetic Noah and his younger sister, Nadine, will see for themselves as they navigate their way through a school that still has bullies and through a society that still suffers from prejudice.
Captive by Sarah Williams - http://www.amazon.com/Captive-ebook/dp/B005ITYF2W/
Unrequited by Jay Merin http://www.amazon.com/Unrequited-ebook/dp/B005IHDSMC/
Redemption by R.K.Ryals http://www.amazon.com/Redemption-Series-ebook/dp/B005Q22CEY/
Darkness Falls by Mathieu Gallant http://www.amazon.com/Darkness-Falls-Outage-Series-ebook/dp/B008QO41VG/
Corie, Universe Feeder by Walter Eckland http://www.amazon.com/Corie-Universe-Feeder-ebook/dp/B00520ICW6/
The writing style was captivating, with excellent sentence flow, good descriptive material, and natural dialog. The author uses the convention of telling the story from the perspectives of the 4 main characters, in alternating chapters. This is tricky ground, because the material can become repetitive, but the author travels it without stepping on one land mine, or falling into one pitfall. The overall effect is that it makes it much easier to relate to all of these people, and to get to know them in a way that is only possible with first person narrative. Once I got used to it, and it didn't take long at all, I really enjoyed this touch.
The plot is complicated, involving, as it does, several major elements, any one of which could have provided material for a full length book. Again, the author handles her themes with ease, and her action scenes are extremely well done. There's lots of action, but it never overwhelms the basic story.
The thing I liked best about this book, though, is the way in which the author presented her world. There is no long explanation. You enter the scene in the middle of the action, and you are given the information you need to understand this rather frighteningly possible world as you go, just enough so that you don't become confused. This, to me, is world building at its best! I did keep trying to figure out, at first, whether this was supposed to be a not to distant future Earth, or a fantasy world created by the author. I soon decided that the book was good enough that I didn't really care, though my instincts tell me it is Earth. If so, then the author has extrapolated her future strongly based on trends we are seeing now, and that extrapolation is more than a little plausible, which should give us serious pause.
But, in the long run, books, all fiction, at least, are essentially the stories of people. Settings may vary. Genres may vary. But people are at the heart of any story, and in this, again, the author excels. Yes, the issues are important, as is the fight for equality that we see. But at the heart of things, it is the people who matter, and, bless her, the author never looses sight of this. These folks are real, with real issues, and what motivates them at bottom is love. Love of family, love of mates, love of friends. Everything they do is rooted in that love, and that, I think, is why this book is special. It's also a whopping good read, and I am eager to start book 2 in the series.
Currently, Price of a Bounty is only available for Kindle (as an ebook), but the others are also available in a variety of other formats at Smashwords.
Canvas Skies http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/286579
Heart of Humanity http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/286593
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I'd like to thank Sarah L. Wallace for answering this (admittedly long) interview. If you like what you read, click on her purchase links, like her FB page, and her author pages. Independent authors need the support of their readers. As always, thanks for reading.
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