Archive | June 2014

Character TakeOver: Meet Lucien Dieuamour!

Thanks to talented, bubbly, and fantastic author, Lakisha Spletzer-Garcia (, I received excellent advice on how to monopolize my time (being a single mommy of two is tough), continue writing for pleasure and fattening up the post on this severely anorexic excuse of a blog! So, I’ll be entertaining myself and hopefully readers with Character Takeovers, introducing and featuring the main characters of my dark fantasy (you could call it dystopian), Prelude to Morning. The idea for the novel came a long time ago after I read a book, which discussed a lot of crazy things happening to our planet — global warming, overpopulation, genocide. I muttered to myself, “My God, we’re destroying ourselves — what a great book idea!” Now, I say that in a mildly sarcastic tone because even though I do believe that we  humans are doing a heck of a job destroying ourselves and I do take this serious matter quite seriously, I just had to tone down the horror of it by populating an alternate universe with characters I made up.

In future post, I will discuss more about world building (thanks to my older brother, Serge, for helping me with that. I also want to thank Elenora Sabin ( For many years, both of these beautiful individuals have supported me as a writer, by telling me not give up and to write even when it hurts, and so much more. (Wipes tear). I also have to give them a great deal of gratitude for reading my very rough and coarse drafts. Very, very rough, rough drafts. The poor dears. I’m surprised and delighted that their heads did not explode from all the pain my pathetic little darling must have caused their minds. Anywho, and not just any who . . . I introduce Lucien, one of the two main characters of the first book in the Prelude to Morning series.

Greeting all readers, young and old, rich or poor, girl or boy, and all the rest. Reath, the world I come from is a mildly different than yours. In this post via my wonderful creator, Monique Desir, I will discuss some of those differences.
Reath – an amalgam for the word, Earth – is a world ruled by hundreds of petty gods vying for power and the attention of mortals. Their favorite way of gaining attention is through fear and intimidation. Their favorite recreational activity is the shedding of human blood. The more innocent the sacrifice– the more they drool and “get their jollies”. These many, many gods are not called bloodthirsty for nothing and for a millennia, they have utterly obliterated many races of people with the cooperation of the humans who mindlessly worship them.
And how I loathe each and every one of these gods with my very being.
You see, in your world, you have people that classify themselves based on whether or not they believe in gods, goddesses, or not. People can be agnostic, atheistic, polytheistic, and even monotheistic.
Agnostic – one who believes that it is impossible to know whether there is a God. (Ah, the delicious skeptics).
Atheist—one who disbelieves or denies the existence of God or gods. (If I existed in your world, I could fit under this neat, little category . . .)
Polytheist— one who believes in or worships more than one god. (Mostly all of the inhabitants of Reath fit in this category).
Monotheist – one who believes in the existence of one god. (Ah, my sweet Adara Trosclair. Bless her, bless her.)
Now, I had said that if I existed in your world I could fit into the atheistic category – that was until I stumbled upon this jewel of a word: maltheist. A maltheist is the belief that the gods exist as cruel, arrogant, abusive, and untruthful beings who are not worthy of worship. Yes, that describes me in a nutshell. I despise the gods and if it were possible, I would destroy them one by one. But, alas, I am but a mere mortal – a human of flesh and blood. To try to war against the gods would be laughable. But in my world and in your world, there are stories of men becoming gods. And that is what I intend to do in my world. If becoming one of them is what it takes to bring order and balance to the world . . . in the words of my sweetheart, Adara, “so be it”.
Now, I know what you are thinking . . .or at least what you might be thinking.
You: Lucien, you’ll fail! After all, the gods are the ones who have the power and all of the control. There’s no way that you could win. Just give up before you even try!
Me: It is better for me to try and fail than to live in a world where I am better off dead. Where is the hurt in trying? Where lies the disappoint? I would gladly sacrifice my life trying to destroy those who destroy the earth and the keepers of it than continue to let these bloodthirsty monsters win. And if you dare to stand in my way with your naysaying, you are no better than those who keep you enslaved.
You: 0 points. Me: 1,000
Aftermath: I win the argument. Discussion over.
Please, no hard feelings. Eventually, if not now, you will see my point and that I am indeed right.
Now, for something funny and ironic. My surname is Dieuamour. It’s a combination of two words – French to be precise – dieu meaning God and amour meaning love. God love? Please, laugh. It really is rather funny.
Until another time, readers.


What makes you want to turn the page?

For years I’ve loved reading children’s books, young adult books, and especially Middle Grade fiction, even though I am well past these age groups.  It’s no wonder that I enjoy working with children, but I am far from an expert in writing these genres.  A couple of years ago, a friend of mine asked me why I wasn’t writing books for children and young adults.  I gnawed on the idea for a little while and I came to the conclusion that my writing wasn’t good enough to keep the children and young adults interested long enough and to turn the pages!

Presently, I know that only half of that is true.  Basically, you could be the best writer in the world, but if you’re not able to get your ideas across and in a fashion that your audience can relate to, then it doesn’t matter.

I’d like to know what tricks, ideas, style types make you want to turn the page in a recent book or an old favorite.

Please feel free to leave comments.

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

“Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary” is a well-known and popular English nursery rhyme. And as of late, I’ve enjoyed being quite, quite contrary . . . especially when analyzing popular poems. Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken is usually seen through rose-colored glasses, but come on, did you really think I’d cheat you with that?
Anyway, here’s my analysis:
The phrase “the grass I always greener on the other side” comes to mind when reflecting upon Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken. Or how about a new coined phrase, “poetry will drive you mad”? Frost’s poem is an elegy to humanity’s constant love affair with regret.

The theme of The Road Not Taken is that choices we make early in life can create future disappointment or regret. Frost develops his theme of regret through the use of an extended metaphor illustrating “two roads” (1) going in different ways in a “yellow wood” (1). He first observes the two roads and decides to embark upon the one he considers “the better claim” because it is “grassy and wanted wear” (8). In stanza three, he reconsiders his choice by whimsically sharing that the other road could be explored another day. However, in line fourteen the opportunity to return to the “road not taken” is preempted by the initial choice he made. In other words, he is unable to “ever come back” (15).

In the final stanza, the poet laments that he will be sharing this life decision “with a sigh”. The deliberate word choice “sigh” indicates that he is passively regretting with sadness the choice he made. Ironically, the eponymous title refers not to the road he did venture down, but to the road he had not taken and how it has “made all the difference” (20). And this line is the most maddening of all: “made all the difference”.

Made all the difference how, Robert?a positive difference? Negative? What?  A veiled answer is given: though the poet displays regret, he is not necessarily disappointed with his choices. Lines eighteen and nineteen spotlight a pregnant pause punctuated with a hesitant hyphen (“and I – I took the one less traveled by”), which further underscores this great regret and disappointment. One can almost imagine him slapping himself with a proverbial face-palm as he wonders about all of the lost possibilities taunting him like a mirage in the desert of human limitations.
Overall, the poet reveals that regret and disappointment, which are both human experiences, do not have to occur simultaneously when making life choices.
And there you have it!