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Elise Manion

Author of Contemporary Romantic Fiction

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

No, not Christmas Silly! SUMMER!!!

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Summer break is when I get the most writing done. Even though my summers lately have been a lot shorter – I’ll explain later – I can still cram a lot of writing into that timeframe by bumping up my daily word count goals. And, wanna know the best part? My office changes from the cute space I set-up for myself last summer, to my back patio under the Big Umbrella, to the front porch when the late afternoon sun drives me into the shade. By changing my surroundings, My Muse is nudged in different ways, making the ideas and characters move in directions that even surprise me.

Speaking of muse-moving inspiration, I haven’t talked about my experience at RT Booklovers Convention earlier this month…

Surprisingly, I was excited about it, which is saying something since I’m really not hip on crowds. Yes, I’ll make myself go to AfterShock every year, but that’s different. There’s lots of booze… (Just kidding… sort of) and the music is another Muse-driver. Anywaaaay, I met some incredible people (Hi Rae! Hi Rebekah!) and hung out with fellow writers from Reno (Hi Lynda! Hi Laurel! Hi Rene!), as well as authors from around the country. I was a bit star struck by some, but the best part of this convention? THE READERS. SO MANY OF YOU! 

E0E42642-5493-4BF3-B669-6C41448B9099We kicked off the Con with an Indie Soiree where independent authors (those either self-publishing or working with an independent press) gathered to mingle with readers from all over the globe. We talked about books, travel, and what you like to read. We gave away raffle tickets for readers to enter to win one of the prizes donated by the authors. It was so amazing to meet everyone and we had a lot of fun.

nhik7cfhsgal4szch6knya.jpgThe downer to the whole thing (why is there always a fricken downer?) happened the next morning when it was announced that after 35 years, this would be the last RT BookLovers con. Talk about a bummer, but I’m so glad I was able to participate in their “fair well” convention.

Which brings me back to inspiration and summer writing. I learned so much, and met so many of you, that the scenes are coming so fast I hardly have time to write them down. My Man and I have two vacations planned this year. Our first will be to Colorado Springs to see The Boy and partake in some of Colorado’s activities, like visiting the Stanley Hotel where The Shining was filmed. I’m sure to get a few hair-raising ideas if I don’t run screaming from the building. Our second vacation will come at the end of July when we visit My Man’s family in the beautiful state of Washington. My MIL is an amazing cook but she has the biggest green thumb I’ve ever seen. Her flower garden is ginormous and I’ll be posting pictures on social media for sure. When we return, it will be the first day of school here, so my summer writing time will be over as I will go back to real-world work. That means I have only a few short weeks to write, write, WRITE before my daily writing time is cut in half!

So HAPPY SUMMER to all of you! I hope it will be as fun as mine (yes, writing is fun!) and I’ll be checking in from time to time on Instagram and SnapChat to see what you all have been up to.

~Elise

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Roll With It

pexels-photo-355663.jpegReading through some old notes, I came across a writing prompt from 2014. It asked me to describe a landscape. I love spring so I waxed on (I thought poetically) about the flowers blooming in my front yard…BORING. At the time, I remember thinking I’d been so clever with my word choices. Reading it now makes me want to gag, or laugh, at the crap slung all over that page. Introspectively, though, I think that’s how we grow as writers–looking back on past prose, reading it fresh as others would see it, and working to improve our craft. fashion-legs-notebook-working.jpg

In the four years since I wrote that tripe my personal life has taken on some pretty drastic, and heartbreaking, changes. I won’t go into it here – you only need to look at past entries to know what I’m talking about – but I’ve decided to embrace it all and use those experiences to better hone the craft. Cathartic? Maybe, but isn’t that how we writers deal with life? We pour our hearts and souls into our stories with the intention of entertaining (at least I hope to entertain) our readers, and maybe even to help them through similar situations in their own lives.

laughter-laugh-fun-mom.jpgSo what’s next? This year, my third full length book, Josh’s Challenge: A King Brothers Novel, will be released through BHC Press. It centers around the youngest brother, and a secret crush on his next door neighbor. Oh, there’ll be conflict and stalkers and a lot of smart ass conversation between Josh and his older brothers, which are my favorite scenes to write. If you can’t deal with life’s dramas with humor you might as well just lay down and die… or go hide in a cry closet somewhere. <insert eye roll here!> His girl is intelligent but awkward, and must work through her hangups, and family issues, in order to trust Josh and achieve that HEA that I am so fond of reading and writing.

And in case you missed it, A Sister’s Love, is a short story and prequel to the trilogy, published in the YA anthology, On The Edge Of Tomorrow. You can find it by clicking here.

In the meantime, I’m going to roll with the punches, embrace life’s surprises, and give thanks to the One blessing me everyday.

 

 

 

 

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Barnes & Noble Book Signing with Contemporary Romance Author Elise Manion Saturday, April 7, 2018 at 1PM

Elise_ManionBarnes & Noble will be hosting a book signing for contemporary romance author Elise Manion on Saturday, April 7, 2018 at 1PM.

Elise Manion will be signing copies of her popular King Brothers novels, JASON’S PRINCESS and JAROD’S HEART. Fans of contemporary and sweet romance will enjoy this standalone series centering around three brothers in a small town.

Praise for JASON’S PRINCESS
“This is an amazing story that had me laughing and crying the whole way through! It’s a great book for any reader.” — Readers’ Favorite

Praise for JAROD’S HEART
“…I was blown away…a beautiful masterpiece!” —Florals & Dragons

“…a great read for any contemporary romance lover!” —InD’Tale Magazine

JASON’S PRINCESS (978-1-946006-75-2, $12.95, 220 pages) and JAROD’S HEART (978-1-946006-80-6, $12.95, 228 pages) are published by BHC Press/Windswept and both titles are available at fine booksellers everywhere in trade softcover and ebook ($3.99).

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Thank you to Camp NaNoWriMo

It wasn’t until I forced myself to participate in Camp NaNoWriMo 2017 that I realized I’d begun writing my current WIP two years ago. So much had happened in such a short amount of time that I’d forgotten all about my baby.

Let’s take a look back; in February of 2015 I resigned from my job to pursue a writing career. I was in the revision phase of writing Jarod’s Heart when I realized that I had other characters and stories that needed my attention. It was my husband who’d said, “Quit.” So, I did. After that, I finished the second novel in the King Brothers trilogy and immediately began writing Josh’s story.

By October 2015, I’d been hired part-time (Yay!) and also been called to serve on a grand jury for eighteen months (Boo!). I was sidetracked by short stories that were begging to be written, a very controversial Presidential Election (Holy Cow!), and then my only son decided to move three states away. Two weeks after that, my father was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer that eventually took his life. Tuck in the passing of my 95-year-old grandmother and you’ve got a whole lotta life changes going on there!

Josh had most definitely been forgotten.

When the dust settled after the funerals (or celebrations of life as some like to call them. A spade is a spade, though. Whatever you call them they still hurt like hell.) I realized that I had some unfinished work to do but I had absolutely no idea how to get it done. I spoke with my publishers about a game plan, sat down and … stared at a blank screen.

The words were just gone. Nothing, zippo, nada. I had half a story written and couldn’t get the rest out of my head. It was like My Muse had died with my dad. It was a truly scary moment because my maternal grandmother had been placed in a senior care facility for dementia, something that probably runs in our family. Oy. Vey!

As summer approached, I looked forward to time off. My part-time job is with the local school district so I have the students’ schedule (again Yay!). I didn’t think about writing. I thought about how my closet needed cleaning out and how the carpet in my living room and office needed replacing. My Man and I had discussed replacing it months before my dad got sick. Now is the time to act! I thought, and so we did.

While my house was in complete disarray, I was trolling through social media and Camp NaNoWriMo kept showing up in all my feeds. Some old cogs that were dusty and rusty inside my brain began to squeakily turn. I’d written Jason’s Princess on a whim during NaNoWriMo back in 2013. I loved how freeing it had been to just “vomit” my words on the page without worrying about grammar, punctuation, and all the other rules of writing that seem to slow a storyteller down. I investigated Camp and discovered that there was no 50,000 word rule, that I could set my own goal of words to complete within the month. It’s all very cute, too. They put you in a “cabin” with other writers who offer each other encouragement and advice, all while trying to meet their own goals, either it be word count, line count, pages written or hours spent writing.

I sucked it up and set a word goal. I am happy to report that going this route woke up My Muse and Josh’s Challenge is twenty thousand words longer than my other two books! Of course, I added more words so that I could edit and revise as I need to (it’s vomit after all), but the point is that I finished!

I discovered something else during my awakening. I have more stories to tell, more to write and in different genres as well. The King Brothers trilogy is a contemporary romantic suspense set in rural Nevada, but the others working their way out range from historical, to women’s lit, to paranormal.

So, THANK YOU Camp NaNoWriMo for encouraging me and other authors of all levels to write and to keep writing no matter what is going on their lives.

Scene-Inspiring Music

You’ve been scared of love and what it did to you
You don’t have to run, I know what you’ve been through
Just a simple touch and it can set you free
We don’t have to rush when you’re alone with me” – I Feel It Comin, The Weeknd

My Muse is active! Hip hip hurray and she’s been inspired by the lyrics above. I’m currently writing Josh’s Challenge, the third installment of my King Brothers trilogy. In this story, Josh has fallen hard for Melissa, an awkward veterinarian that he’s secretly crushed on all of his life. He’s Timbisha County’s favorite bachelor and could never figure out why she wasn’t attracted to him.

Melissa, better known as Missy to her family and friends, has secretly crushed on Josh all of her life but her awkward social anxiety – and an over bearing diva sister – have kept her from expressing her feelings. She’s finally come home to Timbisha County to begin her career in veterinary medicine but, unbeknownst to her, she’s brought a stalker home with her.

I Feel It Comin is one of many songs I’m collecting for Josh’s playlist. Other artists on the list are Ed Sheeran, Sarah McLachlan, Five Finger Death Punch, Stone Sour, Steven Tyler, Zac Brown Band and Maroon Five. For a romance writer, most people are confused by my eclectic taste in music, especially when it comes to hard rock and metal core. Honestly, the emotions evoked in this genre of music helps me dig deeper into my characters’ psyches, especially when I’m digging into the minds of  schizophrenics, psycho and sociopaths, and even the awkwardly shy.  Love-Hate-Sex-Pain by Godsmack is a prime example the song title alone.

For me, music is the ultimate inspiration, but conversely I cannot write while it’s playing. If the radio is on, I’ll be sucked out of my story and into the love, hate, sex and pain pouring out of the music and lyrics. Therefore, I write when it’s quiet and when the muse is tired I put the music back on to speak to her so she can refuel for the next day.

Music is food for My Muse, nourishment for my characters, and fuel for creativity.

What kinds of  music fuel you? Let me know in the comments or on any of my social media pages. I’d love to swap songs with you!

The New Normal

It’s been a while since my last post and the reason for that is that I needed time for adjustment. My mother put it like this, “We’ve been lucky for so long that it’s just our turn now.” She may have a point, but it still hurts like hell. Random attacks of tears are still something that I have to get used to. I’m not really a cryer by nature so when a jag hits, it hits hard. One minute I’m not even thinking about it and the next I’m crying in waves. I’m beginning to realize that all it takes is one random thought to get me going.

The consequences of having crying turrets is that my current manuscript is limping along, stalled out in parts. My Muse has begun creating stories again but my brain has an inability to process them, put them in order, or lay them out in a way that would make sense. I do admit that I had one really good day where a scene flew onto the page, but once it was there it just stared back at me blinking its eyes like, “Okay good. What’s next?”

I have no idea.

I do have the next few weeks off from my daytime job so I’ve set little writing goals for myself. Nothing too strenuous. I don’t want to sprain anything in my head, for crying out loud (no pun intended). I’m satisfied that I’ve managed to make plans to get something done. I made similar goals on our recent trip to visit family but, of course, I didn’t complete any them. I was with family after all but I feel better just knowing that planning to write had been on my mind.

In between the tearful chaos, there is the life chaos. My Man and I are empty nesters and have made room for Mom to move in with us. She’s still thinking about it. Most of her family is here but she likes to spend some time in the house my father built three hours away in a little farming community. It has good hunting, quiet days and sweet neighbors but, sadly, no family. When she’s there, she’s there alone which I don’t really like, especially since there was a snake in her house today! I thank God everyday for technology so that I can check on her… and so that she can look up on YouTube how to shoo a snake out of her house with her broom. EEEK!

For now we are just taking one day at a time, one breath at a time, one crying jag at a time. Until we can make any final decisions, life goes on in this kind of limbo without Dad here with us…which unfortunately is our new normal.

The Cancer Won; Healthcare Failed

In a previous post, I wrote about my father’s diagnosis of metastatic melanoma to the lungs and liver. At that time it wasn’t known that the nodules had also spread to his brain. Though he fought the good fight, my father succumbed to this horrific disease on March 20th, just two weeks to the day after receiving word from his oncologist that the nodules in his lungs had grown significantly and that the treatment (immunotherapy) wasn’t working. The oncologist recommended hospice for the next month or two. Dad was sixty-eight when he passed away.

Melanoma is a sneaky bitch. In my father’s case, he developed a brownish spot on his cheek ten years ago. It wasn’t dark and we all thought it was just an age spot, even his general practitioner. He said he had a treatment that would “bleach” the spot so it wouldn’t be noticeable. It was an in-office procedure and the spot scabbed up and went away for a few months before returning a hideous dark brown to black. The doctor said nothing.

When Dad went to the dermatologist, it was found to be melanoma and they did surgery to remove it. He was left with a huge “z” shape scar but it healed so well that after a month or so the scar was barely visible. When they removed the section, it was determined that the cancer was “lateral” and that it had not spread. He would be fine.

That was three years ago.

Last year, my father developed a cough; a nagging, nonproductive tickle that was so bad that he would lose his breath. He had other symptoms, too, like shortness of breath and becoming exhausted after minimal exertion. He told his general practitioner, who told Dad not to worry, that he was only suffering from “the hundred day cough.” Then my father told his cardiologist, who monitored him for a possible heart condition, other than his high blood pressure and AFIB (irregular heartbeat). Still the cough persisted, but the cardiologist found nothing unusual otherwise.  Dad then told his otolaryngologist (ear, nose, throat doctor) and was told it was probably allergies. In the mean time, he kept up his regular appointments with his dermatologist who proceeded to burn off any skin lesions or irregular spots that were found on his body, but the dermatologist said nothing about his cough.

No one thought to order a chest x-ray until eight months later. Hello? HE HAD A COUGH.  Shouldn’t that have been the first thing to order, especially with his history of melanoma?

Needless to say,  my faith in the medical profession is greatly shaken.  I am beyond angry that my father lost his life because this wasn’t detected a year ago. I am frustrated that no forewarnings, no scans, no check-ups were advised after the initial lesion was removed from his face. I’m heartbroken that he wasn’t given any information about melanoma; no brochures, no literature, no anything. No talk about metastasizing lesions or survival rates by stage.

None of us saw this coming because we were told they “got it all.” Had my father been given some basic information about melanoma instead of just a pat on the back and shown the door, maybe, JUST MAYBE, he’d be sitting next to me right now helping me blog something different, like good treatment options, diet, sun protection, CBDs, etc. But no advice was given. He was just sent on his way.

Through the course of his short illness, there were roadblocks left and right in treatment and in the way insurance handled billing. He was even denied cough syrup! Ironically, once he was on hospice, the cough syrup was covered. Nothing made sense.

I have a lot of questions, lots of thoughts going through my mind but trying to remain objective is difficult because Dad is in Heaven now. Though I know that he is no longer in pain, and in a much better place, Mom and I are still missing him greatly. I can’t help but think that the gaping hole in our lives left by my father’s death could’ve been avoided if only ONE of his physicians had taken him seriously and looked at his chest last April.

My advice to anyone diagnosed with this heinous form of cancer is to make your doctors listen to you. Don’t let them sweep your symptoms under a rug or offer antiquated diagnoses like “the hundred day cough.” Make them do their job.

Designing a #ContemporaryRomance Website for Author @EliseManion

I’d been struggling with creating the perfect website for over three years before I admitted to myself that it was too much for me to do alone. Once again, Blue Harvest Creative has come through and designed this fabulous website. Elegant and simply efficient, visitors can find whatever they are looking for with a simple click. Many thanks to the creative team at BHC! As always, you’ve rocked my world again!

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