Our featured word is “breath” for this week!
PASSAGES has a new review, that ends with: “Ms. Wanrow has put a great deal of thought into the world she has created – from the dynamics of the ‘torg social structure – to the biology of a dangerous spore – to the creation of the compelling characters and drama that make up the story of Passages. This one is going on my favorites shelf!”
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Going forward, we need to remember this:
“Nature is not a place. It is home.” ~ Gary Snyder
Congratulations to fellow sci-fi author Jessica E. Subject on her January 30th release of
It Took A Zombie Apocalypse!
It started with a kiss.
Then the zombies came. Now, Missy must work with the neighbor her parents hate if she wants to survive. But zombies aren’t the only threat to her life, or her heart.
Living Underground in It Took a Zombie Apocalypse
In It Took a Zombie Apocalypse, Missy and RJ seek refuge from the zombies in the underground bunker in RJ’s backyard. It was built as a storm shelter, but RJ would often hang out down there to be alone.
For my story, there were a few things that were necessary to include in the bunker. It needed to have a bed or two, someplace for the occupants to rest or sleep if they needed to spend an extended amount of time inside. It needed food, and a place to store it. That is, (spoiler alert) if RJ didn’t eat it all. Plus, it needed a bathroom.
Including a bathroom was a little tricky. I didn’t want to have indoor plumbing, so I did some research to find out what people use in their underground bunker. First, I decided the bathroom would be a little cubby. That way, the characters could have some privacy. Then I found a really neat idea. My toilet in the story is a bucket with a lid. It is lined with a thick garbage bag to catch waste. That would be uncomfortable to sit on, so a pool noodle was cut to fit and slide onto the edge of the bucket. Not ideal, but it worked for anyone stuck down there with the need to go. Of course, there is a shelf inside that holds a bottle of hand sanitizer.
For the sake of the story, I also included a closed-circuit television system so my characters can see what is going on outside of the bunker. It wouldn’t help them during a storm, but RJ installed it so he could avoid running into Missy’s father when he left the bunker.
If you want to see some of the bunker inspiration for my story, check out the It Took a Zombie Apocalypse Pinterest board.
Tell me: If you were stuck in an underground bunker, what is one thing you would want access to down there?
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RJ pressed on the text and read….
Contagion arrived from Ostrander.
Spread through the hospital.
Stay in bunker.
Zombies? He dropped his phone and stared at it on the floor, expecting it to explode. Zombies didn’t exist. He was in some kind of dream. Had to be. Missy actually had come home for the summer. And kissed him. Now, zombies.
“What is it?” Missy bent down to pick up his cell then handed it back to him. “What happened back at the park?”
“Zombies.” The word came out before he had a chance to stop it. He didn’t know whether to laugh or grab Missy again and run.
A crooked smile formed dimples in her cheeks. “You’re joking, right? Trying to help me laugh off what happened.”
“I wish.” He showed her the message from his father. “My dad doesn’t have a sense of humor.”
The phone beeped, and she pushed his hand away. “I think it needs to be charged. We should call him just to be sure. Or contact somebody. Maybe he meant something else. You know how stupid autocorrect can be.”
RJ rushed to the kitchen, found his charger, and plugged in the cell. But, by then, he’d lost signal. Reception was spotty in West Vitula, but he couldn’t get anything. He peeked through the doorway, out to the living room. “Missy, can you get a signal?”
After digging into her purse, she pulled out her phone with a pink, sparkly case. Not at all what he expected from her. Had he missed that girly side, or had someone given it to her, and she didn’t want to hurt their feelings? That he could understand.
She held the cell up and moved around the room. “I got nothing. What’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we should try outside?” Though he doubted it would make a difference.
Missy stepped over to window and shoved the curtains aside. “Um, there are people coming. And they don’t…look right.”
RJ glanced outside. Neighbors walked down the middle of the street, their bodies twitching. And no one stopped to talk to one another. They just kept marching along to some unknown destination. As they came closer, he noticed their tattered clothing, their disheveled hair, and limbs connected at odd angles to the rest of their body, as if they’d been trampled. And now they were up and walking.
About the Author:
Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica is not reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to go to fitness class and walk her Great Pyrenees/Retriever her family adopted from the local animal shelter.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com.
Find Jessica at:
Transporters–we know how they work, right? Uh… Learn what I learned while writing PASSAGES, on The Galaxy Express 2.0 http://tge.scifiromancequarterly.org/?p=512&preview=true
Read one of my sci-fi’s science & fantasy tidbits and enter the giveaway!
I certainly do! I used my education and career in teaching about natural history to flush out a lot of story problems for my science fiction Passages. Read the latest science & fantasy feature from my blog tour on Riley Moreland’s Whiskey With My Book Blog: Resolving your story problems–including knocking out a pesky spore?
Thank you to Dr. Christine Cargill and Cheryl Backhouse of the Australian National Botanic Gardens for permission to use these hornwort and liverwort images from the Australian Plant Image Index.
My science fiction romance, Passages, releases today!
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Today, January 31st:
Creating a Character’s Home Planet—in a Red Dwarf Star System on Pippa Jay’s Adventures in Scifi
What kind of a book is it? With Kira Decker on Toni Decker Books
Lacuna, a Bit of Realism, a Bit of Magic on Author J. C. Nelson’s Urban Fantasy and More
Feb 1: Resolving your story problems…including knocking out a pesky spore? on Riley Moreland’s Whiskey With My Book
Feb 3: What do you think of when I say “cyborg”? on Veronica Scott’s Science Fiction & Fantasy Blog
Feb 4: The Mystery of Transporters on Heather Massey’s The Galaxy Express
Prior Posts on the tour:
Travel to a Mineral Hot Springs on Vicki Batman’s Handbags, Books, Whatever…
The Creation of Goudrogen Crystals on Jessica E. Subject’s Happily Ever Afters Across the Universe
Hornworts on C. D. Hersh’s Two Hearts Creating Everlasting Love Stories
Thermophiles on The Multiverses of Liza O’Connor
Author Interview with Mia Jo Celeste on Other World Diner
Moons and Rising Waters with Laurie A. Green on Spacefreighters Lounge
Congratulations to author Mia Jo Celeste on her debut novel, Other Than!
I’m excited to have this opportunity to visit Laurel. When we were in buddies in the Mudpuddle, the critique site of the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Romance Writers of America, I used to search for her chapters because her settings and concepts were so vivid and original. Her worldbuilding was an inspiration for me. Now we are launching new releases and I’m pleased to share a little bit about mine, Other Than, and my writing life with her readers.
- Does writing energize or exhaust you? Writing energizes me. I love brainstorming, creating new characters and scenes and then I love working out their personalities and their choices.
- If you didn’t write, what would you do for work? I’m an English teacher, so words are really a big part of my life. I plan to continue writing and teaching.
- How do you select the names of your characters? I like baby name sites and books. My favorites are written by Bruce Lansky. He surveyed people to find out what impressions names created. I try to match the impressions with the personalities I want my characters to have.
- Do you view writing as a kind of spiritual practice? Yes, I believe whenever we get to do what we love–that’s a gift from God.
- We all need a hero! Tell us about your protagonist(s)? Was there a real-life inspiration? Victor is mercurial. He can be sweet and gallant, but boy, does he have a temper. Growing up, I loved the Bronte sisters’ romances and I think he came out of that. He’s my homage to Heathcliff and Rochester. Evie, my heroine, is as plucky, smart, and as curious as Jane Eyre. She’s a good counterbalance to him.
- If Other Than was a movie, who would you want to play her heroine? Emily Blunt. She is vulnerable and sensitive, but she has an inner strength and she can be tough.
- A good villain is hard to write. How did you get in touch with your inner villain(s) to write this book? Was there a real-life inspiration for him/her/it? There are several villains in Other Than. My favorite one to write about was Lady Malka Lowell. She’s the hero’s mother. I’m a mother, too, so I could relate with her desire to protect and fix the lives around her. I gave her the fierce love I have for my children then I pushed her need to control situations and make everything work out to the extreme. I guess she might be every daughter-in-law’s worst nightmare.
- Can you share an excerpt? I’d love to.
Chilling as a January draft, the statue’s eyes drilled into Evie. Let him be.
“I will not help you.”
Why ever not? I’ve helped you, kitten. Several times we’ve had our little mouseling cornered—yet you let him go and now you’re endeavoring to release my chosen tiger.
Without a doubt. Her gaze sought Victor. “Stay with me.”
Victor stumbled. His steps reeled as if he were in his cups. Evie hoped, part of him battled to return to her. She tried to follow and found her feet planted. Her knees locked as if the Maiden had clamped a giant hand around her, but Evie was a skin-slider—a being versed in mental combat and a master of her own flesh. She gritted her teeth and fought for control.
You resist only because someone sacrificed a life for you. A life easily stripped away.
Shuddering, Evie let the thought hang.
Victor stumbled to the statue and fell to his knees. He flung his arms around the stone. “I can’t lose my hands.”
Jaw tight, she strained. Suddenly in a sensation like ice cracking off her skin, Evie’s body returned to her. She rushed to Victor and crouched beside him.
The statue’s brows lowered. Her sculpted eyes sparked with hatred. One would think we were enemies. Persist and we shall be.
Evie had made her choice. This lovely tormented man was hers. She had to save him, all of him, including his hands. She grabbed his chin. Turning his face, she pressed her lips to his. Skin-to-skin, her resolve and defiance transferred, as did her growing affection.
He blinked, then blinked again. The stunning corona of his irises strobed then snuffed out. Brows popped upward while wonder widened his wholly blue, wholly Victor eyes. “You love me?”
“I do.” Evie swallowed hard. Time to tell a lie and make it count. Convince herself as well as Victor. “The Maiden’s refused you, but you can rely on me. I’ve studied with the Moorish Master physicians and know of a poultice. Poultices are the strongest healing remedies.”
“Honestly?” Voice as buoyant as his brows, he leaned toward her.
“Honestly. Come.” She flashed him her brightest smile, grabbed his wrist and took advantage of his momentary daze to tug him into the hall. “We’re going to the conservatory.”
He shook his head. “Jessup’s concoctions don’t work.”
“This won’t be his. It’ll be mine.” An assurance she struggled for internally rang true in her voice.
Last chance, kitten. Turn Around. Return my tiger.
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Other Than released Friday, January 27th. Find it here:
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Can readers get in touch with or follow you? I’m pretty much open. I work hard on my blog. I’ve done it for years, and I love it when people respond to my posts. That said, I just became a Goodreads member and I’m an avid reader, so I’m hoping to spend more time there. Here are my links:
Excellent! Thanks for visiting today, Mia, and best wishes on your release!
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