Word coming from the underground is
Billy Shakespeare is polishing off his TO BE's and he's casting out some really ROTTEN STUFF FROM THE STATE OF DENMARK.
Think we've got him spinning in his...okay research time...Is Billy buried in a mouldering grave or some hermetically sealed mausoleum?
One must strive for accuracy...so hang on a sec while I Wikipedia...
Talk about wanting to make certain the world cannot escape your mind even in death, he actually wrote the epitaph on his gravestone...
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.
As grave monikers go it's pretty good, but still what an ego! Somehow or another I don't think
THIS was his original resting ground do you? (His relations inherited the rights of burial in August of 2000 to change his burial site in Stratford. Do you think his curse is working?
Seeing this begs the question...is Billy ticked at us Holmes Girls for our prolific brilliance, or is he just eternally
grumpy because his creaking old bones have been re-interred?
With his ego...BOTH!
So let's just keep rattling his bones with undisputed verification of the the Holmes Girls and our
superiority.
When last we left the erstwhile Holmes Girls...yes...I am resorting to
THIRD PERSON for me here...Kat and L.J. Holmes were tied.
Will they remain so?
On the Kat side we have:
1.) The Lighthouse EB (e-book)
2.) The Lighthouse PB (print book...NOT peanut butter)
3.) Frozen EB
On the L.J. side we have:
1.) Santa is a Lady EB
2.) Forever With You EB
3.) The Pendulum Swings EB
I can see where this is heading...L.J. needs to write something BIG enough to get a (PB). She's going to have to NUDGE her Nudge.
Give me a second here while I go
sit in the corner and throw a mild temper tantrum while ranting "I WANT A PB. I WANT A PB!" until I get it out of my system.
Okay I've chilled...
well mostly.
Let's begin with April 2011since that's where we left off...I'm so clever aren't I?
April 2011 Kat moves into the lead between the Holmes Girls with the release of her very first FANTASY world, the incredibly detailed Artica where Awni is Queen, Tichi is the God and the mysterious Artica Lights have just pulled poor Brent through some kind of a time warp landing him butt deep in the dungeon. Not the best introduction to your slice of pending insanity is it?
This book, aptly called
FROZEN is the first in Kat's ARTICA LIGHTS SERIES with one of the most haunting covers the world will ever see.I mean seriously...look at this cover...don't YOU feel the chills running up and down your spine? And I nearly had heart failure when I realized the
Artica Lights are actually swirling around on the cover too. Trust me on this, you don't want to get too close to those Lights...poor Brent did, and look what happened to him...Okay I'm not going to TELL you what happened, but trust me not even sub-zero gear will protect you.
FROZEN...click on <----that link and read more...you will so NOT be sorry.
Well, Kat's firmly in the lead...Billy's rumbling...making me wonder if
Tichi and Artica's Lights are playing with him too? Do bones feel the cold? What a question.
MAY 2011...
L.J. cranks it up, but not in a comfortable way with TWILIGHT COMES
Do you think writing about Hamlet and the ghostly father gave Billy the heebie jeebies?
Writing about Matt, the hero?...in TWILIGHT COMES surely gave L.J. the heebie jeebies...so much so she had not a single clue how to promote this darker than
dark story. Some topics, just cannot be candy coated and a HEA would be too insulting. Yet they have power contained within their meter to stop you in your track, and a message.
This story haunts and will continue to haunt L.J. and those who've read it so far. Some say this is L.J.'s best writing to date...she hopes not because if it is, writing will tear her soul into shreds every time she cranks one of these out.
But with the release of TWILIGHT COMES, the
Holmes Girls...and as this pic shows, there's no way they can deny being mother and daughter...are tied and Billy, you can eat your
on that!
Till next time...In your honor, Billy...
Nah nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!
Did you hear a
Could it be our most recent release has dislodged good old
Billy Shakespeare from his long and mouldy complacency?
Or could it be he heard, through some
ethereal grapevine what Kat and I have in store for THIS posting?
Maybe...because it suddenly got very
cold around here...No, I KNOW it's late October, but we're here in the SOUTH...just across the state line from
Pensacola, Florida. Cold is not something we get this early...And to prove it let me check my
Ladybug thermometer given me by my sister
Rosebug. It's seventy-two degrees outside...hardly cold enough to explain that blast of ice.
Hmmm... Billy, if you're here, you might want to take
a hike...now before my guest today arrives. I guarantee she will
melt your chill right out of you and then what? What happens to a
ghost who loses his chill?
Gonna stick around huh...well don't say I didn't warn you...
My guest today is one of the central stars of L.J. and Kat Holmes' first collaborative Muse Book,
HER LAST DAY. I have admit it took a LOT to get my guest to come and sit still for this interview...you have no idea the logistics we battled with...But allow me to introduce Su. Many of you know her as
Mount Vesuvius but she likes to be called Su. Welcome Su.
A huge
belch erupts from Su's mouth she qucikly and with an embarrassed flush covers.
Su: Please forgive me. I had a bit of the
Blue Ridge Mountains for lunch and now I've got a bit of indigestion.
L.J.: Sorry to hear that.
Su: Yeah...it's a pain in my
magma chamber I can tell you. When that stuff gets riled look out!
L.J.: So I've heard. Su you asked to be here...getting you here proved challenging, but now that you're here can you tell my readers why it was so important?
Su: We have an
underground network that lets us know when there are rumblings about us and I heard that you and your daughter were churning up issues about something I did a very LOOOONNNNNGGGG time ago. So I wanted to come and tell y 'all the truth.
L.J.: (Shaking my head I look into her fiery center.) You didn't bury Pompeii
Su: Oh yeah! Course I did. but
L.J.: YOU erupted but it wasn't your fault?
Su: Of course not. I'd been building up a case of indigestion for well
Think about it...year after year my kind keep gnawing on the earth's mantle with no way to...you know relieve ourselves. It's not like there's a
bathroom we can hop over to, toss our cookies, or relieve our angry guts like you humans do. What do you think you'd do if you couldn't high tail it to a bathroom when your innards are rumbling?
L.J.: I must admit I never looked at it that way.
Su: See...it really wasn't my fault.
L.J.: But your uhmmm spit-up killed one quarter of the people living in Pompeii at the time, not to mention those you killed in Herculaneum and Stabiae.
Su: When humans get drunk and then have to pull their cars over to toss their cookies on the roadside how many bugs do you think YOU kill?
L.J.: Hmmm A good point, Su.
Su: Of course it is. You look at what happened through the
eyes of a human, but for me it was nothing more than my gut needing relief. Do you think about the bugs on the ground you
barf onto when relieving your guts? Of course you don't. All you think about is your need for relief. That's all I was thinking about...and you know it's not like I didn't give those foolish Pompeiians plenty of warning. How many times did I shake the ground when I was trying to find a comfortable position to ease the pressure in my gut?
L.J.: As I recall a lot.
Su: Damned straight! I didn't WANT to empty my sour belly onto those people, but when you gotta toss your cookies, you gotta toss your cookies.
L.J.: I can't argue with that.
Su: You know it! But I will say the rumblings I've heard about
HER LAST DAY are accurate and excellent. Makes me wish I had eyes so I could kick back and read it. You humans are lucky that way. All I can do is sit over there in Italy and continually munch on the
mantle. Which, by the way, is one reason I was glad you accepted my request to come here and be interviewed by you. It's breaking the monotony.
L.J.: Have you been enjoying yourself, Su?
Su: For the most part. I discovered there some metal contraptions attached to your Blue Ridge Mountains I've never tasted before. Sorta tastes like corn,
but different. Made me a bit woosy so I scampered over to your Atlantic and left some of my cookies in your ocean. Figured you'd appreciate me not burying one of your port cities.
L.J.: Yes. Thank you Su. Not sure how I'd explain you being here to my government.
Su: Yeah...for some reason I seem to upset governments.
L.J. : Is there anything more you want us to know Su.
Su: Actually it's more of a question I have for you. You humans visit us and climb up to
yell down at us, so tell me, are you asking us to belch at you? I'm very confused by that. On the one hand you're upset I buried Pompeii when I had indigestion, but you trek up my sides and yell into my center like you want me to belch again. What is that all about?
L.J.: Uhmm I'm not sure I know how best to explain that, except it's humans tempting the
Fates and hoping the Fates aren't really listening.
Su: (letting out a puff of smoke.) Well, that's just plain stupid.
L.J.: Yes, it is. I see by the
clock on the wall our time is just about up. Is there any last thing you want to share with my readers?
Su: Yes. As one of the stars of HER LAST DAY I think they should all rush to their nearest e-book seller and buy a copy. It's a great story. Just remember it was NOT my fault.
And there you have it...the very first AMERICAN visit from Mount Vesuvius...and as she said
HER LAST DAY is a book you really can't pass up.
I want to thank Su...and Billy I think that puts Kat and I
on you. I don't recall YOU ever interviewing a temporarily dormant volcano.
HER LAST DAY is available at Muse It Up Publishing, Inc where the best of e-books take their first bows.
