THE WIND BETWEEN WORLDS & Julie’s Loud Mouth

TODAY’S BREW: Cider! It’s Halloween weekend and New England Wildlife Center’s Night of a Thousand Faces.

By Julie 

HI EVERYBODY. I promise I won’t get over-emotional. *bursts into tears, kicks a pumpkin down the street, climbs a tree*

THE WIND BETWEEN WORLDS is finally out in the world, and it’s everything I dreamed it would be. LOOK.

Sixteen-year-old Celeste is the Witch of Stars and leader of her coven, the Five Poisons. But Celeste feels her greatest powers are in chewing anxiety pills and stress-eating. Uniting the vicious witches who share nothing but their unique forms of magic and a list of family dysfunctions is fruitless. The Poisons see only weakness in Celeste, for stifling her magic upon her mommy’s request. Using magic drains their mothers, the Elementals, but Celeste is the only one of the Poisons who doesn’t want her mother dead.
When a demon breaks through The Chains, the magical veil into the human world, Celeste tries proving herself to her coven by confronting him on her own. Through his eyes she discovers that the Elementals have been feeding the Poisons lies about demons, magic, their heritage, and the coven’s purpose. Worse yet, the abuse, manipulation and oppression Celeste’s coven has suffered at their mothers’ hands was more than tough love; it was to strengthen the girls’ powers for a Halloween harvest, to weave their souls into The Chains that they serve.
Celeste will do anything to save the Poisons, from traversing the wicked realm of The Gone, following the demon who’s shown her the truth, to waging war upon the Elementals. But to end the grisly cycle the Elementals have created means the Witch of Stars must either show her mother mercy and live in the false world she knows, or sacrifice herself in ways no magic can reverse.

A deadly concoction for readers of Leigh Bardugo and Maggie Stiefvater, with ingredients of American Horror Story: Coven, and The Craft.

This book was my first venture into young adult writing, and it was the most natural thing in the world to me. Funny thing is it’s edgier than RUNNING HOME and the whole Shinigami series. Teenagers get a bad rap for having little depth I think, and it’s simply not true. The Five Poisons live with different varieties of abuse, drugs, drinking, slut-shaming, emotional blackmail, anxiety, stress-eating even…. And yes, they swear, and there’s sex, and guess what? This is real life.

And on Amazon, I listed it as a book suitable for 7th grade and above.

Yes, I’m a dedicated and very involved mother of two young boys, and I protect them and nurture them to possibly an overbearing degree, but it would be foolish of me to assume they don’t see the growing-up coming, even at their tender ages. Angst isn’t the only thing they know. Teenagers and pre-teens should be acknowledged as children capable of making decisions and living their lives under guidance beyond whether their homework gets done on time. We’d be fools to assume they aren’t far more advanced and exposed to and curious about much more than their parents were at their ages. I was an….adventurous…young lady, and I’m pretty scared about what kids these days are in the path of. Technology has made all the rebellion we lived as kids into something far more dangerous. (There’s hardly any technology-based stuff in this book, because of the nature of what it’s really about, which has nothing to do with social interaction in that way.) Do we seriously think swearing is beyond them at say, even age 10? Not to mention that we let them play video games, watch YouTube, see endless violence (in a world full of it, naturally), and yet we change the channel when there’s a sex scene on TV. Who are we really shielding?

This went far more on a tangent than I thought it would. Which should show you how much I FELT this book, this series to come (one of which is finished already), and how important I think it is for kids to read.  While it isn’t an “IMPORTANT” book, immersed in any one of a hundred thousand million causes, it’s important. I stand by that. It puts important feelings, issues, experiences in a book that’s FUN. Because this book is fun, as emotional as I find it to be, and as imaginative as it needs to be.

Reading is as much an expression as writing is. It helps us identify with our own feelings, helps shape us throughout our entire lives. And kids should read what the hell they want.

I say this knowing that more adults read YA than teenagers probably do, and are looked down upon for it.

*stands on soapbox, throws air punches*

READ WHAT THE HELL YOU LIKE. READ BIOGRAPHIES OF CATTLE FARMERS, LORD OF THE RINGS MEETS GODZILLA, FIFTY SHADES OF CRAY CRAY, WHATEVER YOU WANT.

Reading inspires imagination, and without imagination, you cannot do a goddamn thing worthwhile. I don’t give a crap if you’re an accountant–if you can’t think outside the box, and don’t actively do so, your life is not what it could be. And if you’re an adult who reads a lot of young adult novels, I ask the world this:

WHAT IS ADULT LITERATURE LACKING FOR THESE READERS?

For me, imagination. Optimism. Reality. Freshness.

If adults had had more young adult available to them in this more mature strain as kids, rather than pretty exclusively SWEET VALLEY HIGH, what maturity level would we have had? What about those of us who read those books but also read Dracula and VC Andrews, and horror, and Jackie Collins, and Mary Higgins Clark?

Just me then? Oh.

There’s more than one level of emotional need at every age, and we’re capable of holding ALL OF THEM AT ONCE. And we should.

I’m super super super proud that a 10 year old boy at my kids’ school came up to me on the playground a couple of weeks ago. “I read your book, and it was awesome,” he said, about RUNNING HOME, a book about a 26 year old woman. Kids can read above grade level. As a matter of fact, the way they get there is by READING ABOVE GRADE LEVEL. That’s a whole other post.

Anyhoo, I’m incredibly passionate about this book, and I hope one or more of these characters will resonate with readers, and that they all walk away thinking a little differently because of them. So do yourself a favor, buy a book, and make it this one because the Poisons were all born on Halloween and it leads up to Halloween and IT’S HALLOWEEN.

For some visuals, go through the hundred Pinterest boards about the book and the witches and demons in it. Pinterest

Friday the 13th and my Uterus.

TODAY’S BREW: Cinnamon something, just lots of whatever it is.

By Julie 

All the time I get asked to tell my stories of my weird ailments and my struggles with my period and PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder). I speak very openly about it because I refuse to feel YUCKY about my body.

I’ve had horrid trouble with my period my entire life, but after my second child, the mood swings became extraordinarily unbearable. My brain became someone else’s. Someone that would contemplate suicide, that found fault in everything they did, that was so paranoid about her relationships that it undermined them horribly like clockwork. I also struggled with having a high level of prolactin, a hormone associated with breastfeeding and is usually attributed to a benign brain tumor. I had odd, searing, burning pains in my stomach and sides, and my stomach would swell into a hard mass that made me look the same as I did when I was 7 months pregnant. This is a very short synopsis of the worsening conditions that entirely disabled my life increasingly until new pains began about a month or two ago. And the bleeding was incredibly unhealthy, the kind nobody could live through for long.

I’d known I had a couple of big ol’ fibroid tumors, just like almost every woman does, but these ones were now getting out of control. My fantastic doctor had them measured, did all the stuff he needed to, and we opted for a partial hysterectomy because they “couldn’t be allowed to take over,” he said.

YAY, LET’S DO IT ON FRIDAY THE 13TH.

So we did. Turns out my uterus had somehow been pushed up so goddamn far, that it not only dragged my cervix along like an unwilling cat on a leash, but it attached itself to my stomach lining in the front and pushed my bladder into a corner, and put pressure on my diaphragm. My doctor told my husband that surgery was like walking into the kitchen and finding your table glued to the ceiling. It was totally unexpected.

Unfortunately, unexpected medical cases and me are super good friends. See also: aborting fibroid tumor. Or don’t, if you value your last meal.

The point of all this is not to tell you my scary story, but to tell you to PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR BODY.

I go to the doctor regularly. I have a fantastic OBGYN, who finds things that no other doctor does and fixes them. I’m very thorough in tracking my symptoms because *I* need to know what to expect the following month so I can say, “ah yes, this is about the time I called the suicide hotline last month.” I don’t mess with my menstrual cycle because I refuse to be unhappy and I refuse to not help myself.

And all along, I knew all of these crazy symptoms that I suffered were all connected in some way. And I was right.

While I took chaste tree root, magnesium, anxiety meds, a mood stabilizer, and occasional panic pills, as well as birth control to deal with my PMDD, I still knew there was something more. I even took tumor shrinking pills for this possible benign tumor that affects the pituitary gland and the prolactin level, though I did not have the tumor. This was after seeing endocrinologists, and getting MRIs and starting therapy…. I stopped at nothing to fix these problems.

I did do my own research, because of course I did. I read, that’s what I do. But I balanced it with going to all the right specialists so we could come to the right conclusions. The conclusion was that the fibroids (dubbed “the Utermelon,” and “the Ovarian Orange”) caused it all. Fibroid tumors–and again, one fourth of women of reproductive age have them–are in a chicken and egg game with hormones. They multiply when they’re all around each other too much. In my fibroids’ hostile takeover, they spiked my prolactin level, causing me to feel almost like I was pregnant every few months. The fibroids gave me the unhealthy bleeding, the pains in my back, legs, stomach, as well as a fantastic exhaustion that comes with fighting your own body three weeks out of the month. But the worst thing these fibroids did was give PMDD a stage to play on and a standing frigging ovation every time it did.

I’ve met more women that have been diagnosed with PMDD or feel they may have it than I thought possible. PMDD is a sort of Hulkified PMS–and PMS is bad enough. PMDD symptoms show up 10 days prior to the period. It comes with an overwhelming hopelessness that is usually out of character, like mine, but can also link to depressive disorders. This feeling strains relationships, creates conflict where there is none, paranoia, a decrease in self-esteem and exaggerated poor self-image that again, is out of character and just SHOWS THE HELL UP LIKE THAT UNCLE THAT EATS ALL THE PEANUT BUTTER. Mine would often come too with almost a nesting instinct–a need to feel in control of change. And I’d move everything in the house for days, finding myself in tears and unable to stop. Sleep interruption and exhaustion, lack of interest in things you normally do, intense anger and irritation at nothing…. This all occurs with PMS, but with PMDD it is debilitating. It interrupts life. Makes the sufferer have to stop everything because the feelings are in control. I would suffer absolutely terrifying panic attacks that had me screaming like I was being murdered, unable to stop, I’d sleep for an entire day, I’d wake up in the night starving, unable to feel full and then have days of not wanting to eat at all. My most frightening moment with PMDD had me so upset after a failed sledding outing that I felt that it was a metaphor for my entire life and I could just die and everything would be easier. That was the day I called the suicide hotline. Because as entrenched and overcome in the REALITY of those feelings as I was, I also knew that they were invaders. This was not me. This was not how I would have thought days before. It felt like being possessed.

I tell you this because I want you to know that you’re not alone, that your problems are not just yours, and that there’s help. You’re not crazy. This is real.

I worked tirelessly at solving my PMDD problem. I went for therapy, took the supplements that help with hormone health, started a mood stabilizer that worked wonders in tandem with birth control and other anxiety meds. I didn’t miss doctor’s appointments. I didn’t brush it under the rug. I didn’t minimize it as “a period issue” because period issues are actual issues.

I say these things because you don’t have to live with it. I’m still healing from my exorcism of the uterine orchard only 3 days ago, but I have a strong feeling that I won’t have to trap my hormone issues in a prison of pills and therapy anymore. Maintenance will still need to happen, because I only had a partial hysterectomy, so my hormones will still exist, and also because I don’t think anything is ever just SOLVED with me. But I have a really good feeling about this, guys.

What I want you to get from this is a few things:

  • Talk about your stuff. Lady stuff isn’t a bad thing.
  • If you think something is wrong, it is. If it’s “all in your head,” that is still something wrong! Find the doctors that believe you. Ask for the referrals and tell those bitches right to their faces that you want to see someone who takes you seriously.
  • You are not alone. There are resources and you deserve to be happy.
  • Keep track of your symptoms.
  • Put yourself first. Take care of yourself. Do what you need to do, even if you have to say NO to someone else.

There are resources that I have used often for help with PMDD, anxiety, and hormonal issues.

I hope this helps someone, and I hope you hold your head a little higher when your uterus comes at you like Rowdy Roddy Piper, and know that there can be an end to it.

 

 

THE DARK CARNIVAL Has the Goodest Day!

TODAY’S BREW: Eggnog with a sideshot of Folger’s. I LIKE FOLGER’S NOW, FIGHT ME.

By Julie 

A few years ago I submitted a story to THE DARK CARNIVAL Halloween anthology, and I loved this story. Then this week, Bustle.Com put it in a killer list of Halloween books to read! https://www.bustle.com/p/8-books-like-it-to-read-if-youre-looking-for-more-terrifying-thrills-2355287

Not sure what god we sacrificed evil clowns to that made us worthy of this list, but on a list of 8 books, we’re alongside Dan Simmons, Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, and Dean Koontz. So. So. So. Where am I I cannot breathe stop looking at me.

So hey! Grab this cool collection of short stories from some great authors and good friends for less than a buck! And considering the average family spends more than $75 a year on Halloween candy, I think you can handle it. BUY BOOKS, SUPPORT ART, EAT HALLOWEEN CANDY!

 

My October Fun Times List!

TODAY’S BREW: it should be pumpkin, but I’m going with the underrated cinnamon

By Julie

HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD, IT’S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

*builds a cabinet of curiosities, drinks pumpkin beer out of a black cat’s severed head*

Like any creep of a writer, I goddamn adore October. Orange is my favorite color. Pumpkin is my favorite flavor. Sweatpant weather is my favorite weather. I could keep going, but you know the autumn drill.

READ MY NEW BOOK, THE AUTUMN DRILL. No, I joke.

Here’s what I’m looking forward to this October, and you should too because I will bully you into it.

  • HALLOWEEN WARS on the Food Network. My youngest boy is obsessed with this show, and as a child with OCD, the first season he saw it, I had to record every one so he could watch them daily until the following October. But I like it too.
  • MY ACTUAL CABINET OF CURIOSITIES. Realized I basically live in a cabinet of curiosities because I love weird plants, creepy old books, a heap of old stuff, skeletons, scary animals, oddities of the medical variety, and other Gothic and emo stuff. I embrace it. So I really went all out and just made one. I’ll take pictures.
  • THE PUMPKIN SPOOKTACULAR AT ROGER WILLIAMS PARK ZOO WHICH IS NO LONGER CALLED THE PUMPKIN SPOOKTACULAR BUT THAT’S WHAT I WILL CONTINUE TO CALL IT. https://youtu.be/W2PYfNIeRuQ We go as a family every year, and it’s chilly and eerie and there’s pumpkin beer with cinnamon on top and hot chocolate and popcorn and it’s what Halloween was meant for.
  • THERE IS A NEW PUMPKIN SPOOKTACULAR THAT ISN’T ACTUALLY CALLED THAT WHICH I WILL GO TO because it’s at the Odd Pet Vet/New England Wildlife Center and I love it there, and they take care of animals that need it.. http://www.newildlife.org/2017/09/newc-night-of-a-thousand-faces-2017/
  • HEDGE ACADEMY. I started running a course for our elementary school that I call “Writing Outside the Box,” and it is just so inspiring to watch a group of young kids with crazy talent and drive write whatever they want, and be so eager to share it. It amazes me the amount of writing and illustrating talent comes from them, and I love having a part in it.
  • THE GIFTED. I love X-Men. I fell in love with the comics as a teenager and LOVE digging in to the mythos and storylines like falling down a rabbit hole. So to see this tv show after having loved Legion, and looking so forward to getting into The Inhumans, because Black Bolt and Medusa, I’m ready to geek out hard.
  • WHILE WE’RE ON IT, AMERICAN HORROR STORY FOREVER. FOREVERRRRRR. I’ve been obsessed since season 1. I know you guys are too. Tell me which season was your favorite, it was Coven, I know it was. Though I loved Asylum and Hotel.
  • GOTHAM. I so love this show. Penguin is my boo.
  • HALLOWEEN JUNK JOURNAL SUPPLIES. This will be a post or two all to itself. When I was writing THE WIND BETWEEN WORLDS, I stumbled upon this junk journaling thing with this incredible spellbook/scrapbook on Etsy. It was everything my book was, and it’s become an incredible inspiration to me in my writing since. To collect all the things that make me think of my book, jot down ideas, my favorite quotes, and make it into this sort of grimoire is uplifting.
  • OH YEAH, THE WIND BETWEEN WORLDS. This was my first venture into YA, though I personally find RUNNING HOME to be waaaayyyyy less racy than this book. Want the blurb? I give you the blurb:

Sixteen-year-old Celeste is the Witch of Stars and leader of her coven, the Five Poisons. But Celeste feels her greatest powers are in chewing anxiety pills and stress-eating. Uniting the vicious witches who share nothing but their unique forms of magic and a list of family dysfunctions is fruitless. The Poisons see only weakness in Celeste, for stifling her magic upon her mommy’s request. Using magic drains their mothers, the Elementals, but Celeste is the only one of the Poisons who doesn’t want her mother dead.

When a demon breaks through The Chains, the magical veil into the human world, Celeste tries proving herself to her coven by confronting him on her own. Through his eyes she discovers that the Elementals have been feeding the Poisons lies about demons, magic, their heritage, and the coven’s purpose. Worse yet, the abuse, manipulation and oppression Celeste’s coven has suffered at their mothers’ hands was more than tough love; it was to strengthen the girls’ powers for a Halloween harvest, to weave their souls into The Chains that they serve.

Celeste will do anything to save the Poisons, from traversing the wicked realm of The Gone, following the demon who’s shown her the truth, to waging war upon the Elementals. But to end the grisly cycle the Elementals have created means the Witch of Stars must either show her mother mercy and live in the false world she knows, or sacrifice herself in ways no magic can reverse.

Obviously, she gets released on Halloween, all fingers crossed. I’ll give you everything you need to know this month.

  • TRICK OR TREATING. We get a group upwards of ten kids sometimes to go trick or treating, and we generally end up at the PTA co-presidents’ house, which is the most Halloweeny of any house, complete with smoking cocktails and gourmet creepy treats and all our kids play in the pitch black backyard. I love our neighborhood so much.
  • MY HYSTERECTOMY. Didn’t see that coming, did you? After YEARS upon YEARS of being beaten by fibroid tumors the size of the super size oranges, I’ve had enough. Naturally, I schedule this surgery on Friday the 13th. Hashtag Halloween Hysterectomy.
  • OH, OF COURSE, HUNDREDS OF HORROR MOVIES. Looking forward to multiple viewings of The Ring, Thirteen Ghosts, House on Haunted Hill, Silent Hill, all the hills, Lost Boys, Nightmare on Elm Street, and any others I can jam in there.
  • HALLOWEEN COMIC FEST.  https://www.halloweencomicfest.com/ Any questions? (I do so look forward to all the David S. Pumpkins things.)

Okay, I’ll stop now, but I could keep going because I didn’t even venture into pumpkin picking, farm stands, and blood.

But this month I’m overjoyed to release THE WIND BETWEEN WORLDS, for you all to become familiar with the book that I’ve had in my dirty clutches for too long. The Poisons birthdays are all on Halloween, naturally, and Celeste, my Witch of Stars is in love with autumn just like I am. I may or may not have bought an army issue messenger bag with pumpkins handpainted on it because I knew she would have one. OH, if you want to explore the world a bit, the book and its sequel and prequel have about a hundred boards on my Pinterest. The Witch of Sweets, the Witch of Empty Things, The Demon Prince, they all get one. https://www.pinterest.com/hutchingsjulie/

Okay, okay, I have to stop now, but enjoy your October, everyone! And PLEASE. DO TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS WHAT YOU LOVE MOST ABOUT OCTOBER AND HALLOWEEN. I always need new suggestions!!!

 

 

 

 

The How and Why of Being Important

TODAY’S BREW: National Coffee Day doesn’t end for me.

By Julie 

I’m excited–unreasonably excited–about my next book release. I admit this. It’s coming on Halloween.

But people in Puerto Rico have no water. And Trump is inhuman, and people are suffering, people we can help, yet all he does is insult them and leave them to die.

My book isn’t important the way that is important. It’s important that I write, words create a better world, a more intelligent world, a more caring world, but right now? Getting glittery bookmarks isn’t important. Puerto Rico is important. Don’t get me wrong, what’s happening in all of our lives is important, and disaster elsewhere does not make our own issues disappear, but it’s a different kind of important. My stuff goes to the backburner in this political, this human condition. I think we all feel that way to a degree. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU BITCHING ABOUT WHAT KIND OF JUICE YOU WANT WHEN IN PUERTO RICO THEY HAVE NO FUCKING JUICE NOW DRINK THIS GODDAMN CAPRI SUN AND BE THANKFUL. Right? The natural feeling that our joys and our pains are important gets in a bar brawl with the knowledge of how horrible other people have it right now, at this very minute. Leaves us with a lack of focus, doesn’t it? This feeling that nothing matters sometimes, but then that everything matters because we can only control what we can control and this all ends. That thankfulness for what’s good in life has to drive us in times of crisis. And gratitude for the time and the privileges we have somehow helps those who are suffering so.

It is a lack of focus. It is. It’s a mess, a tornado of anger and guilt and gratitude that we all feel, that brings us all together. At least those of us with HUMAN HEARTS and normal hair.

I’m here to say that your stuff IS IMPORTANT. Yes, Puerto Rico is experiencing something that we are just fucking lucky to not know, and it’s happening every minute, real time, while we complain that we have to get up to do laundry or make an appointment. Your stuff is still important, too. Life as you know it is important. Your laundry, your appointments, your feelings, your exhaustion and your happiness and the things you look forward to.

I look forward to a lot this time of year. Halloween soothes me, all of the Halloween everything. The decorations, the music, the air, the colors, the apple picking, the pumpkins, the movies, Halloween Wars on the Food Network, the Spooktacular at the zoo we go to every year…. This is the stuff I live for. And to have a book coming out, one that is so close to my heart, THE WIND BETWEEN WORLDS, makes it all even better. I can’t stop thinking about it, wanting to do more for it. That’s okay. I should be excited. I won’t feel guilty about telling my happy news in a timeline full of crippling news retweets and shares. I have to do what I can do in my world to make my world better.

I spent last week every day running my kids’ school’s Scholastic Book Fair. I do this a few times a year, and I throw myself into it like a lunatic. I do everything humanly possible to make sure every child gets the book they want, no matter what their financial situation is. There’s nothing more important than that to me, to give these kids OPPORTUNITY. To show them that reading what they like is important. To give them choices. And when they see my paperbacks in a stack next to me, they just light up, it’s amazing to watch. These kids have hopes and dreams and you know what? Me showing how important reading and writing is to these kids is what will make future generations more understanding than the Trumpies. This is how I can matter. So I run with it. I run a writing club/class for a month or so every year at the school, and I talk to any class that wants me about writing, and I help the kids who need it with putting their words to paper and feeling okay about it not being perfect, because words can change everything. Maybe not this second, but sometimes this second. I was able to give one little girl a pricey craft kit from the book fair, a crocheting thing or something, I don’t know, I just write books, but the next day I saw her 3 times walking around with the pillow she was making, carrying the book and the materials under her arm.

I gave her that kit, one she wouldn’t have had otherwise, and maybe it sparked something in her. Maybe this is something she’s passionate about. And I helped. It MATTERS.

So remember that the things you do make a difference. The smile you give at the grocery store, the way you brush off the anger when someone cuts you off, the kind word you give to someone who needs it, this stuff creates a world one piece at a time. Hopefully a world where people help each other without expecting anything back, and where everyone shares the same concerns.

I also want to say that taking care of you matters too. If you need help, ask for it. If you feel hopeless, reach out. Know that your happiness matters to someone, that your life matters to someone. People feel beaten these days. Be the person who lifts others up when they need it, tell them how crucial they are to you. And these same people will be there for you when you feel beaten. Because that emotional storm of anger, guilt, helplessness? It comes back again and again. The confusion and disbelief has us all on a roller coaster. But you are no less important among the debris this storm is slinging than anyone else. Your life matters, your life is important, and we are all important together. Be passionate about your life, and it will inspire others to be the same. Together we can change so much if we believe in ourselves and each other first, and show that we SEE each other.

I know this has gone ranty, but for me, it makes sense. Be good to each other under the foot of a dirtbag overlord that doesn’t know how to care about anyone. It is what we do in the small moments that will create a strong environment, a brighter future. Be important.

Why RUNNING HOME’S Nicholas is a Helluva Lot Like Robert Downey Jr.

TODAY’S BREW: I’d like to mix the new St. Ives Coconut and Coffee face scrub with milk and drink/chew it, but today it’s just Folgers.

By Julie

First, I promised you a Julie Factoid every new post, so here you go:

JULIE FACTOID:

IRON MAN IS AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE MARVEL CHARACTER AND WHEN ROBERT DOWNEY JR. WAS CAST FOR THE MOVIES IT WAS LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE FELL INTO PLACE. Also, huge comic geek. More on that another day, because I can’t get a Batman story out of my head and will probably write a book about it.

OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH.

What I’m here for today is to ruin whatever you may have imagined my first book, RUNNING HOME‘s hero, Nicholas French, to be based on. YOU GUESSED IT, ROBERT DOWNEY JR./IRON MAN because they’re the same person.

Nicholas is a celebrity among the Shinigami vampires. (If you don’t know who the Shinigami are, you probably haven’t read the book, so, HI NICE TO MEET YOU BUY MY BOOK.) He’s a classic ‘men want to be him and women want to be with him’ golden boy that does everything just a little better than everyone else, and never lets you forget it. One of those guys that everybody likes almost as much as he likes himself. Sincere underneath the sarcasm that will bite your face off, what you see is what you get with Nicholas, once you dig deep enough, if you get that close. You might think you’re that close, but you’re not.

nicholas

He may look really good in a tux, but he’s a lot more of a thermal shirt, t-shirt, shirtless guy, living deep in the woods in a cabin he and a few of his fastest friends built, filled with a bunch more stuff that he built, all of which help hide him away when he can’t take being Nicholas French, public spectacle anymore.

His connection to Ellie is evident right away. Only he knows why, and he’s not telling. It makes things agonizing for Ellie, a damn fine introvert, having to trust Nicholas when he says the complexity of their feelings will make sense one day. Nothing ever makes sense for Ellie, but Nicholas doesn’t underestimate her for a second. Oh look, here she is now:

Ellie

Demeanor: “And then this bitch.”

 

So when Nicholas shows up, filling all the gaps she lives with, she wants answers and doesn’t believe them half the time. This is pretty smart because Nicholas loves a vague and self-deprecatingly pretentious riddle.

Nicholas 1

As usual, Nicholas knows what’s best, and the rest of us are just along for the ride. Well, we’re driving, but he’s telling us where to go.

 

 

 

So, if you had another vision of him, sorry. But this charming, painfully witty, well-read, martial artist extraordinaire is Nicholas French in every aspect, right down to his voice and eyes that can almost make his snarky comments for him. He’s perfect. And like any perfect man, he has depths that stay hidden even from him at times, making him not just another pretty face. And arms. And hands and abs and thighs.

Wait, what was that? Oh yeah, blog post!

I love that Nicholas believes so much in Ellie, that he refuses to treat her as the nobody she’s tried to become so she won’t have to face the feeling that she’s actually somebody important. He won’t let her fail herself that way any longer. And I love that he doesn’t hit her over the head with constant flattery. He knows she’s better than that. Compliments don’t go far with her. Their relationship is odd, ugly at times, but to make it anything less would be an insult to two such thoughtful characters.

Nicholas 2

Are you not entertained?

 

I don’t want to tell you about Nicholas’s life here, or why he’s a vampire, or what the Shinigami truly are. I don’t want to tell you what tortures my Nicholas….Ellie’s Nicholas, whatever, but I promise you won’t soon forget him.

Nicholas 3

(If you want to get to know Nicholas a little more, go get yourself a FREEBIE STORY called STANDING STILL. https://www.instafreebie.com/free/IBPMb.

Seriously, free. The site is called Instafreebie, for Chrissakes. JULIE STANDING STILL

REVIEW YOU! Julie’s Opinions on Criticism

TODAY’S BREW: All of it.

By Julie

HEY GUYS HOW’S EVERYONE GOOD THAT’S SO GOOD.

It is legitimately autumn. I was able to wear sweatpants as I drank my coffee on the porch this morning. DREAMS DO COME TRUE.

I’m writing today about reviews, but I’ll try to keep it general life advice that can apply to any criticism. Though I’ll probably not accomplish that. RUNNING HOME has been out for 10 days this go ’round, and is basically new to the world at large. Today, I got my first mean review.

YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT. I SAID “MEAN.” We’re all children in the face of criticism.

Things like this book makes TWILIGHT look like a masterpiece, no action, it was all about a girl who can’t live without a man, blah blah blah.

To which I reply, “SO?”

The tone of the criticism is vicious, which is not my way, but does RUNNING HOME have a TWILIGHT-esqueness to it? Damn right it does. I wrote this book in the wake of reading TWILIGHT in its hey day. (hay day? hai dai?) RUNNING HOME is not a brand new book to the world. It took a long damn time to write, it saw traditional publishing, it went to conferences, it met agents…. It made me quit my job and devote all my creative energy to it. And let me tell you a thing–it was worth it.

I can talk all day about TWILIGHT. This is a book that caught the world’s imagination, every age group, transcended demographics, it’s known to all. It changed the face of Young Adult novels. And I loved that it WAS mundane. It wasn’t the pomp of Anne Rice, the stylized stories of Dracula, or even the glory that was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was utterly ordinary. An ordinary girl, a dull-ass girl, living her ordinary dull life and the extraordinary is inserted into it. Extraordinary lives in the ordinary of it. I fucking loved that. Still do. For whatever is to be said about Meyer’s writing, there is no debating the fact that she has reached with her work more people than any of us probably ever will, and it has meant much to many of them.

I could only hope to affect people the way that book did.

When I read that series, I thought, I want this for adults. I want the ordinary infiltrated by the extraordinary, a fresh love that isn’t sex-centric, has all the butterflies and timidity of new love. Where the action is in the emotion and humanity, fated love and personal destiny, punctuated by enormous change. And I can write that. So I did. I’m damn proud of it.

AND ANOTHER THING. If all reviews were good, if I knew they all would be, what risk would there be? What would I be giving my readers that they can’t get anywhere else, even if they hate it? I want something strong enough that it causes FEELINGS. Good or bad. And I want to hear them. If we thought we’d get nothing but praise for our work, it wouldn’t be BRAVE to do it. I’m not cut out to be a coward. And I don’t need everyone to like what I do, or understand it. It’s mine, but I’m sharing it with you.

The popular opinion about bad reviews is to take the high road and ignore them–in the sense of not retaliating or being a baby about it. I won’t be the writer that says I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY JERKS and hustles off to eat a pint of ice cream. I’ll eat a pint of ice cream, don’t get me wrong. But I DO care.

I write for readers. I care what they think and I will listen. If there’s a pattern to criticism, I’ll act on it probably. But if I feel strongly about the path I’ve taken, I won’t. Because it’s mine, and I’m sharing it with you. It’s my heart on the page, and if it speaks to me it speaks to someone else, and that is who I write for. The person that needed this particular book. The one looking for it.

I’m passionate about my work, and therefore it does matter what readers think. But I won’t let it ruin me, I will only let it improve me. If I want it to.

MAKE YOUR PASSION MATTER. Don’t let it be swayed by opinion. Don’t be blind, but don’t take it all in. Make your passion matter to the right people.

Okay, that’s today’s unsolicited life advice. NOW, I promised you a fun fact about me with every blog post as you get to know me, so HERE.

JULIE FACTOID: I worked at a collection agency for three whole years.

Yeah, absorb that one. Calling debtors on the phone. I was THAT person.

 

My Vampire Book is on the Loose, People!

TODAY’S BREW: Folger’s! FOLGER’S HAS GONE GOURMET AND IT IS SO GOOD. It ain’t just your grandmother’s coffee now.

By Julie

It’s strange having a new blog, getting to know all new readers when I feel like HERE I AM, REMEMBER ME? Don’t worry, you’ll all get to know me soon enough. I’m pretty much LIKE THIS all the time. I’ll hug you and frighten you in one fell swoop. To get you gradually and weirdly acquainted with me, I’ll give you a Julie Factoid every blog post.

JULIE FACTOID

I met Donald Trump backstage at the Victoria’s Secret fashion show many, many years ago. Aren’t I the lucky one.

All right, enough of that. SO GUESS WHAT. My indie career has officially begun! I’m really excited. REALLY. EXCITED. *jumps out a window, rolls down the street laughing*

The book that changed my life is ready for you to own right this second. Or borrow, or page-read, or whatever it is you do. I hope you’ll fall in love with RUNNING HOME and stick around to learn more and more about these characters and how the book came to life. This is the book that made me quit my ten year retail career and all my family’s benefits to throw myself into. But that isn’t what this post is about. This post is about BUY MY BOOK.

PFFFT, I SUPPOSE YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT’S ABOUT….

Death hovers around Ellie Morgan like the friend she never wanted. The snow-swept town of Ossipee, New Hampshire, is the perfect place for Ellie to detach herself from a world where she doesn’t belong. She certainly doesn’t belong at a black tie party at a mansion in the woods, but that’s where she is, and where he is: Nicholas French. The man who mystifies her with a feeling of home she’s been missing, and impossible knowledge of her troubled soul.

Nicholas is one of the Shinigami, a heroic order of vampires that “save” their fated victims from other tragic ends. And while he followed an abomination of his kind to New Hampshire, he finds that fate drove him there for another reason. Nicholas knows why Ellie is human repellent…and why physical agony grips them when apart.

But as Ellie’s quest for belonging finally nears an end, she’s forced to choose between two unfeasible sacrifices: love and the destiny she’s longed for, or the sole companion who tethers her to the only world she knows.

Frances Button of Opening Line Literary ‘Zine says, “I can’t remember a time I’ve enjoyed a vampire novel so much. The blend of self-aware characters and unique, fresh mythology made for an engaging, addictive read. I believe I have found my new favorite urban vampire story.”

Damn right.

Yeaaaaaah, anyway, lots of people say stuff like that about this book *shrugs* but you know, it was no big deal.

It’s such a big deal.

Aaaaanyway, maybe you want to look at some of my storyboard pictures on Ye Olde Pintereste perhaps. Just for funsies. Here you go, darling. https://www.pinterest.com/hutchingsjulie/running-home/

Okay guys, call me, I’ll be around or just, you know, buy my book or tell a friend or something like that but definitely I’ll be around all day. THANK YOU FOR CARING ABOUT ME AND MY BOOK!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SMELL AWESOME, BE AWESOME: Support Trans Rights

 

TODAY’S BREW: It feels like fall, so it should be pumpkin spice but it’s not. BUT I WILL SMELL LIKE COFFEE.

By Julie

I’ve got strong opinions but I’m not one to THROW THEM IN EVERYONE’S FACE. Not all the time. Some of the time, yes. A lot of the time, but not all the time.

The abhorrent Trump ban on the transgender community entering the military is based on nothing but bigotry, and that’s not my opinion, that’s a fact. I’m so happy to see the hashtag #TransRightsAreHumanRights on Twitter, glad to see celebrities speaking out on it, pleased to see that this terrible step backwards is a volatile conversation everywhere. I cannot believe that this is even a thing. That we can have moved forward so much on LGBT issues, and then our “leader” punches a hole in it with one unfounded belief that transgender people are “distracting.”

I’m not here just to voice my opinion (that’s not an opinion at all), but to show you something you can do to help benefit the transgender community and smell awesome.

Yeah, I said that.

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab is super cool anyway, guaranteed to make you smell completely unique and alluring, if I do say so myself. (I wear “Red Queen” myself.) Following the ban, BPAL released two limited edition scents that weren’t slated to come out until next year to benefit the National Center for Transgender Equality and the American Civil Liberties Union.

Only 26 bucks!

You can also get Irish Coffee Buttercream: https://blackphoenixalchemylab.com/shop/limited-edition/irish-coffee-buttercream/

AGAIN, AS IF THEY AREN’T WORTH BUYING ANYWAY, BUY THEM BECAUSE IT BENEFITS THE TRANSGENDER COMMUNITY IN THIS TIME OF NEED.

I feel that authors have somewhat of an obligation to speak up and offer what they can to the world. We are people that people listen to.

YOU ARE ALSO SOMEONE THAT PEOPLE LISTEN TO. Speak your part, be clear on your beliefs, and most importantly, be kind. JUST BE KIND. JUST BE A GOOD PERSON, SOMEONE YOU’RE PROUD TO BE. And support others who are proud of who they are. And are proud of this country. Who want to fight for this country, whose leader has turned his back on them.

Okay, smell awesome, be awesome. Love you guys.

 

 

Hi! It’s Julie’s Pretty Scary Author Site!

TODAY’S BREW: Nantucket Blend. If I’m not going there, I can sure as hell taste it.

Hello readers and soon-to-be readers!

welcome to jurassic park gifTHIS *sweeps arms wide* is my new website. You may remember me from Deadly Ever After, the blog I shared with my heterosexual life partner and fellow author, Kristen Strassel, where we went on ridiculous adventures, wrote books, and lived lives. We’re still the best of friends, but over the years our writing paths have evolved, and we’ve thrown each other out of the nest. While Kristen has moved on to more romantic pastures (as exhibited at http://www.kristenstrassel.com/), I’ve gotten weirder. So while the Undead Duo still rides, we ride different dinosaurs around the park. (Because Jurassic Park. You get it.)

And now I’ve chosen to take my books back from the small presses they were with, stop working with agents, stop waiting on publishers and go indie. And guys, I’m so happy.

I AIN’T A WRITER BECAUSE I PLAY BY ANYONE’S RULES, RIGHT?

*carefully reads every rule of Candyland prior to playing* *plays with Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans anyway*

This is where you’ll find out all about my book announcements, about vampires and harpies and witches and demons and mooooooore. I have a lot up my sleeve. (*is wearing a tanktop*) You’ll also get a lot of ME because I absolutely cannot keep my life quiet. I always want quiet, and rarely give it.

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO COME THAT I CANNOT STATE IT ALL RIGHT NOW, but you guys. I’m so ready to share it with you. As of right now, sign up for my newsletter, and get a freebie companion story to my first vampire novel, RUNNING HOME!

I hope I write the books that keep you up reading too late, that you cling to in uncomfortable waiting rooms, that you read over and over. I want you to fall in deep, and never get out again.

Not creepy at all. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Love,

Julie