Author of Teen Paranormal Fiction

Author: Rissa Renae (Page 5 of 8)

Canadian author of Teen paranormal fiction and horror.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

I love this time of the year. It’s wonderful, it’s magical.

Nope, it’s not Christmas (although it still looks like it outside).

And it’s not back to school either. It’s not even Halloween (my favourite holiday).

If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know what time of the year it is. It’s Roll Up the Rim to Win time!

Every year, the arrival of spring is heralded, not by warmer temperatures or longer days, but by Tim Horton’s yearly coffee contest. It’s a uniquely Canadian lottery. Up for grabs every spring are millions of dollars worth of prizes from free coffee and donuts, all the way up to cars and plasma televisions.

Timmies!

Our prairie prognosticator, Balzac Billy and his shadow aren’t our main predictor’s of spring. Oh no.  The only way you know spring is truly around the corner is when the bright red cups come out.

February is typically our coldest and snowiest month of the year here in the foothills. And this year has been brutal. We received two separate dumps of over a foot of snow this month, and the temperature has been hovering between -10 and -20 C, which makes for a treacherous drive in to work. I’ve practically lived in my snow pants these last few weeks as I need them to keep warm on the walk to work. But spring is on the way. At least that’s what my coffee cup tells me.

Two feet of snow and a single rutted lane

I’m eagerly awaiting the signs of winter being over so I can start my seeds indoor. This year, I want to try my hand at cucumber and peppers. The deer and jackrabits around these parts come in mobs, so instead of building a garden at ground level, I’m going to test drive a small porch garden and see how that works. I just have to wait for the porch to thaw and the signs to appear.

Someone left a cake on my porch table

What are ‘the signs’, you ask? I think here in the foothill’s they’re unique to the region.

1. Fire in the sky.

During winter, the sunsets are pastels and subdued due to more ice crystals in the atmosphere. In the springtime, we receive an abundance of chinooks–warm winds that create arcs of clouds that turn brilliant and fiery at sunset.

Pastels in winter, fiery skies in spring

2. The jackrabbits turn brown before the snows melt.

These little buggers are everywhere, but oddly I don’t have any pictures of them. Jackrabbits are one of the three banes of every foothills gardener, the other two being ground squirrels and white-tailed deer (and the occasional moose).

The neighbourhood meese

3. Frost

I know it sounds weird: frost means spring? Here on the leeward side of the Rocky Mountains, our air is bone dry in the winter. It’s not until the temperature warms up enough to bring melt water into the atmosphere that we’ll get frost. We may have warm nights and warmer days, but the frost won’t come until humidity reaches the magic number. The magic number means spring.

So I’m keeping an eye out for my signs of spring. Late February and early March are typically when we start to see them. Until then, I’m cuddling up with my double-double and keeping the luck warm. Maybe I’ll win a TV this year. I’ll be happy with a free coffee, though.

That’s what makes this time of year so much fun!

No More Snow!

That’s it! I’m protesting! I’m sick of all this snow!

One of the annoying things about living on the leeward side of the Rocky Mountains is while friends and family on the windward side are posting pictures of the first signs of spring and warmer temperatures, we get the deep freeze and this:

At least someone likes the snow

Snow.

And more snow.

Did I mention we have snow?

I can’t even get to the garden to cut it back for spring. I literally need snowshoes and a dog sled to do so. (I’m suddenly living up to the stereotypes my American friends had of me when I told them I was moving to The Great White North. I just won’t tell them I wear my snow pants to work.)

I refuse to shovel our driveway. Why? Because the forecast calls for, you guessed it, MORE SNOW! 25-30cm (10-12 inches) of the stuff.

Tweet from local meteorologist Paul Dunphy

“Oh, but it’s spring snow.” My foot. (My foot, one foot deep in snow.)

My front hedge after 3 feet of snow

The Christmas decor is coming down with the speed of molasses. I’ll have it down by Chinese New Year. I hope. Oddly enough, I already miss the glimmer and the glint of all the gold and silver. Maybe that’s why I’m super un-motivated to pack it away for the year.

My faeries are keeping tabs on the progress, though. I’ll get them down from the shelf and find them a home on the counter once Christmas fades away from the rafters.

I’m also trying to time my indoor starter seeds. This year, I want to put planter boxes on the back porch where it will be nice and toasty before the snows melt. My plans are for herbs and a few crops, like garlic and chives. Hopefully the Boo won’t munch on them when she’s out there basking in the rays.

Our resident prognosticator, Balzac Billy, didn’t see his shadow; supposedly that means an early spring. But I don’t know. All that snow on the flowerbeds is going to take quite a few Chinook days to melt. I hope I won’t find a veritable highway of vole tunnels when the snows flee.

But I’ll take voles over gophers any day. That reminds me. I need to replant all my lilies the gophers ate.

Just another joy of living in the foothills.

Blizzards and Ocular Migraines

A couple days ago I had my trippy psychedelic experience while discussing application support with a team mate at work. Although I’ve experienced nothing since, I still kept my appointment with my optometrist to make sure there’s nothing wrong with my eyes. Dr. Google pointed me towards the direction of ocular migraines, so it was time to see if the world’s most cheeky search engine knew it’s stuff or not.

Did someone say cheeky?

Yesterday, we had Blizzard #1. 35 cm (just a tad over a foot of snow) fell on the city over the course of a day. Although the city had to shut down the major north/south highway for 8 hours, and the main highway heading west for a couple of hours, the weather made for some nice photos. I’m not looking forward to shovelling the drive once all this stuff stops.

The day of my appointment rolls around. We hop in the car, slip-slide our way in, and the menfolk grab a drink while I get on with my appointment.

I sit down in the big comfy chair and regale my doc about my symptoms. The more I talk, the more she smiles. When I’m done telling my story, I follow up with “You look like you already have an answer for me.”

Yes, indeed. My Lucy-In-The-Sky-With-Diamonds experiences are ocular migraines. Since neither a headache nor a migraine followed either attack, I’m apparently one of the “lucky” 30% of migraine suffers who will just trip out and loose partial vision for an hour before the hallucinations dissolve within seconds without a trace.

Lucky, you say?

She advises me that should such an attack happen behind the wheel of a car, I’m advised to pull over immediately and just ride it out. Not comforting news, but she continues still. The diagnosis is followed up with symptoms to watch for in the event of a retinal detachment, which can apparently be mistaken for ocular migraines.

Though I’m happy to know my eyes are fine, I’m still left a bit skittish by the other pieces of information she’s given me.

So, is this what growing old is like? You’ll get crazy hallucinations, it may affect your driving, but oh make sure to mind your eyeballs just coming completely unglued.

We get back home in time for Blizzard #2 to hit. And this JUST after we’ve finished shovelling the drive. Only 10-15 cm (4-6 inches), but still. My poor back can’t take two shovellings in one day.

I don’t want to shovel any more!

Guess that’s another sign of growing old.

Tonight will be a warm night, cozied up on the couch watching TV.

I can’t wait until spring.

I am so done with winter.

Attack of the Psychedelic Hallucinations

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Lately, I’ve been having troubles with my eyes. Turning 40 took a toll on my immune system, metabolism, and also my eyesight. Although I needed only a small prescription, +1.00 in each eye, getting glasses really made me feel my age. I hoped that was the last of it. I’d have to change up my exercise and eating regiment, but so far, this getting old thing wasn’t so bad.

The next month came around. I sat in bed watching the news one Saturday morning when I started seeing things. The centre of my field of vision went white, outlined by an undulating black line. I thought perhaps I had glanced at something really bright and I had a light burn in my vision.

The longer I watched TV, the worse it got, so I turned off the TV and went back to bed. The vision issue kept up when I closed my eyes. In the dark, the blob of white slowly turned to an undulating or pulsing rainbow light, like TV snow but rainbow coloured. I thought something bad was definitely happening so I got up, opened up my laptop, and brought up Photoshop. I took an account of where my field of vision had been lost.

At this point, my son woke up and wanted breakfast. I became immediately distracted in making breakfast. By the time I thought to do something about my eyesight, the event had passed.

I chalked it up to stress and a poor night’s sleep, and went about my day.

Fast forward three months to yesterday.

A team member came to ask me about work-related issues. As I looked at her, I noticed a white splotch blotted out much of her face.

Level 1

Here, The Boo stands in for my team member in re-enacting the attack.

I thought I had perhaps glanced at the sun shining bright outside my office window and put it aside. When the conversation finished, I turned to my computer and open an email. I was stunned at what I found.

I suddenly couldn’t read.

The white blob took up the centre of my vision. Closing one eye or the other brought no relief. The white blob had a black border that crackled like electricity.

Again, I thought I had just glanced at the sun. I turned to look out my office window to find an overcast and cloudy day. The fluorescent lighting is shaded, so it couldn’t have caused this light burn I’m seeing.

A few minutes later, I turn back to my computer. Lo and behold, I can read again! However, the white blob had turned psychedelic and moved a little bit to the left. It’s now a fat streak through my vision. I close my eyes, it’s still there. I close one eye or another, it’s still there.

Level 2

This might have been a pretty cool phenomenon, had I not been freaking out at the time.

Panicked, I grab my cell and close the door. I call up my optometrist to see about an emergency visit, but all the doctors are out for the day. Instead of making an appointment, I hang up. I turn around and knock everything off of the left side of my desk. Picture one of those comedy moves in the movies where they just use their arm to clear off a table or something.

Now, my left-hand peripheral vision is absolutely gone. It’s similar to closing your left eye. I just can’t see left anymore. Instead, there’s an acid-trip-like rainbow blob churning and flashing where my left peripheral vision used to be.

Level 3

Like one of those pictures where, if you stare long enough, an object appears.

I’m now feeling nauseous, whether it’s from the panic or the attack of whatever I’m having. I silently freak out in my office while I call up my optometrist again. There, I speak to the receptionist and make an appointment. As I’m studdering a little on the phone, she asks me what I’m seeing.

The more and more I talk, the more and more the attack starts to fade. Within 30-45 seconds while I’m on the phone, it’s gone and I’m able to see perfectly clear again. As the receptionist and I speak, she tells me. “Don’t worry. I think what’s happened is you’ve just suffered an ocular migraine.” I do a quick Google search and bam! That’s exactly what I just saw.

She calms me down and we make a ‘just in case’ appointment for Sunday.

As I get off the phone and frantically text my husband about what just happened, it dawns on me that I’ve had this experience before: my earlier account of sitting in bed and seeing a rainbow spot.

For the rest of the day, I pay close attention to my head. Other than a brief span of 10-20 seconds of sharp, stabbing pain behind one eye, nothing else happens.

According to Dr. Google, the scientific term is scintillating scotomas (try saying that five times fast). Other than reading up on a few different varieties of the ocular migraine, I stay away from Dr. Google as much as I can and go about the evening. That includes bothering my cat with my phone-camera-paparazzi skilz.

Perhaps if I blend in with the couch and wood floors, she can’t see me.

We’ll see how the appointment on Sunday goes.

Guacamole Recipe

Hi there! If you’ve stumbled upon this post, you might have come here from my Medium account where I’m narrating my own personal challenge of going vegan for the month of May.

Today I posted about vegan Taco Night and my recipe for killer vegan (and raw) Guacamole.

Guacamole is awesome. It’s green. It’s slimy. It looks like something that created the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. But boy is it yummy on tortilla chips, tacos, and a host of other foods. And it’s full of good-for-you stuff, too.

Here’s how I make it.

 

Ingredients

(Serves: 4-5)

4-5 Haas avocados, pitted, insides scooped into a bowl

1 tsp lemon juice

1 tsp salt, or to taste

3-4 stalks of cilantro, minced

1/4 red onion, minced *

2 cloves garlic, minced *

* I use the zest attachment on my cheese grater to mince the onion and garlic

Directions:

  1. Throw everything in a bowl.
  2. Mush it up until it’s nice and smooth

And that’s it! Easy, right?

A bit about Avocados

Avocado’s are a super food. They have more potassium than a banada (and way less carbs), a kick of several vitamins (B 5&6, C, E, K), and cancer-fighting monounsaturated fats.

Are you having troubles ‘going’? Have an avocado!

Are your eyes tired, or you’re having eye problems? Have an avocado!

Achy joints? Arthritis? An avocado may be able to help with that too.

Avocado can be incorporated into salads, as topings on cheeseburgers and chili. Be creative.

Yum!

Happy Eating!

A Long Weekend of Anxiety

For those of you new to this, I suffer generalized anxiety disorder and panic disorder. Makes life a real roller coaster some days.

This weekend was hard. Despite the fact I had managed a very rare four-day-weekend, I had a tough time getting through it. My anxiety decided to pack a few overnight bags and overstay its welcome.

The last time I had a stretch off, I felt relaxed and emotionally even. I had picked up my laptop and did a boat-load of writing. I hoped this weekend would yield the same, but sadly, no. I know the things that triggered my anxiety were ‘all my fault’—lines of thought completely avoidable, which is why I know that I did this to myself.

Friday we had to prepare for a big Easter potluck and gathering of friends.

Saturday was the big day and the house filled up with love and laughter.

Sunday turned into errand day.

Monday was spent entertaining the little man and crawling the mall.

Always time well spent!

This should have been relaxing, but my mind and my anxiety made it anything but.

I started thinking: “I have four days off and I’m busy all four days. This is supposed to be a mini vacation! What happened?” I know I focused only on the tasks and chores, and couldn’t focus on all the free time and quiet retreats I’d get. This weekend, my medication completely failed me and couldn’t keep up my positive vibes. This weekend, the anxiety won.

Sleepless nights led to exhausted and emotionless days. I sat on the couch and poked around at blog posts I’m staging for May, but that was about all the creativity I could muster. I picked up a book to read, but couldn’t focus on the words. I picked up a pen and paper, but nothing came out. It wasn’t until Monday afternoon, sitting on the back porch with nothing but me, the sun, and a very vocal American Robin, did I start to find serenity. At the end of my four day weekend, my writing was rewarded with a few lines of scribble in a new journal I bought to try to boost my mood.

Even a new notebook wouldn’t help 🙁

Come Monday night, I turn the alarm on my phone back to ‘work’ mode. A punch of sadness gets me. I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing these past four days other than to watch a few episodes of a show on Netflix and do some laundry. Even though I know I’ve accomplished so much more—hosted a party, went to the mall with my favourite little man, etc.—I don’t feel relaxed. When the anxiety wins, I feel like everything was all for nought.

And not a minute earlier!

Times are especially tough since the hubs is also coming down with serotonin-deficient symptoms. Since depression runs in both of our families, it was inevitable that this would affect both of us. Whatever the hubs is going through hit him hard this weekend too, and I didn’t want to bring up my anxiety for worry that I’d cause him even more worry or suffering.

So, I put on a big smile and act like I’m not silently crapping myself. I must have done a good job because the hubs told me it was so nice that I was around this long weekend because I always have such a positive attitude and good energy. It’s bittersweet because it really is all an act. I smile because I know it’s socially more acceptable than a frown. With there being such a stigma around mental health, it’s hard not to plaster a smile on your face and tell everyone that everything is fine when it really isn’t.

Well, here’s hoping I’ll be able to get through the week and actually enjoy my next weekend. Keep that positive attitude, right?

Five Kicks in the Pants for Writers

Alright, all you “I’ll be a writer some day” writers out there. It’s time for some tough love. Stop using the internet or a Netflix binge as an excuse for not writing and get writing! You know who you are. This is your kick in the pants.

1. It’s All Your Fault

No, really. Who decided to check Facebook? Who turned on the TV and went to Netflix? You. And if someone else turned it on, then leave the room. It’s no excuse. Turn off the TV, silence the Facebook notifications, and put down your phone. Heck, if you need to just disconnect from the internet because you still haven’t learned to be responsible, then do that! The only thing keeping you from writing is you.

Would Giorgio Tsoukalos lead you astray?

 

2. You’re Being a Lazyass

You don’t want to sit down and write? You’d rather binge watch Orange is the New Black on Netflix? Then who’s gonna write that novel? Because it sure as hell ain’t writing itself. Get off your butt, establish a quiet work space, get in the zone, and friggin’ write. A couch potato brain only wants to be fed. A writer’s brain wants to be the one supplying the food.

Go away. Too busy being lazy.

3. You Don’t Need the Internet for ‘Research’

Catching up on your YouTube feed, or stalking your idol on Instagram is not research. Lack of research is not keeping you from writing, you’re using it as an excuse. If you’re stuck on historical accuracy or can’t figure out the best way to dispose of a dismembered body, make a note and move on. Research should be saved for your actual down time, not for when you’re supposed to be immersed nose-deep in writing.

4. You Have No Imagination

This excuse is usually combined with one’s belief that they need the internet and television to survive. Your imagination won’t come forth if it’s held in a corner by funny cat gif’s and reruns of The Real Housewives. Go outside. Clean the kitchen. Lock yourself in a room. You have no imagination because you’ve frightened it into a corner by all the crap on the internet. Let the crap go and you’ll find your imagination will start peeking out to see if the coast is clear.

This coming from a talking sponge.

5. Stop Using Your Family as an Excuse

How many times have you used these excuses: I have to cook dinner. I have to help the kids with homework. I have to clean the house. I have to <insert activity to blame on the family> . Now, the single parent superhero aside, when dinner’s done, the homework’s worked, and the kids are in bed, you’d really rather scrub down the toilet than write? Or are you really just sitting on your rear end in front of the TV with your laptop tuned to Facebook? Who are you kidding here? Only yourself. Your family’s not the excuse, you are (see Point #1).

Are you still sitting on your bum reading this? Stop it! Get to writing, you lazy writer!

Risers & Dreamers – Chapter Titles Explained

Now that Grimms & Garms, Book #2 in the Rose Cross Academy series, has been published, it’s time to start talking about the first book in the series, Risers & Dreamers!  In this post, I’m going to explain the chapter titles for Risers & Dreamers, and why I chose them. Many have hidden meanings, while some are meant as a play on words, and all equate to the plot of their chapters in some form. But first a warning!

This Post is Dark and Full of Spoilers.

Spoilers Ahead!

Spoilers for Risers & Dreamers abound, but I have blanked out spoilers for Grimms & Garms where I’ve needed to reference them if you have not yet read the book. In order to reveal the spoiler, highlight the text with your pointer.

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Book Title Explained

Book 1

Why Risers & Dreamers? The Risers and the Dreamers are the two classifications of students who attend the Rose Cross Academy. Risers exorcise demons and deal with ghostly hauntings that happen mostly in the day time (the early risers), whereas Dreamers take care of those which go bump in the night (while people are dreaming/sleeping). Dreamers are generally thought of to be stronger than Risers.

Here we follow the day-to-day lives of students of the Rose Cross Academy. That is, until the proverbial demon sh*t hits the fan.

 

Book Cover(s) Explained

The original cover (on the left) was that of one of the trees in Below, the white-barked, fissured-trunk trees used to denote the demon worlds. I developed this cover way back when I started as an indie author and had little clue about what to do when it came to the cover.

For the next iteration, I tried to come up with a theme I could use across all covers. The black covers worked for Grimms & Garms as well, but when it came to Book #3, Bane & Butterflies , the theme stopped working. Back to the drawing board.

Heritage Hall, SAIT

Then came the white silhouette covers which are the standard now. The top silhouette represents Above, the human world, with the bottom silhouette representing Below, the demon world.

Author’s side note: I based the Rose Cross Academy off my own alma mater, SAIT. The silhouette of the school on the cover is a photo I took of the main campus building, Heritage Hall, which I then outlined in Photoshop.

Chapter Titles Explained

The Forest – as you will see in subsequent novels, the opening sequence is always a nightmare that kicks off the events of the novel in which it happens. In this case, a young boy Jeffrey is lost in a forest haunted by four demons that later serve to open the portal in Pleasantwood Elementary school that ultimately swallows June Bae into Below.

As well, trees are an important indicator of where you are in the many plains of the world of the novel. In The Forest, the trees start off as ‘normal’ trees we would see in our own back yard: oak, maple, mulberry. As Jeffrey’s nightmare progresses, the trees start turning into the skinny white-barked trees with black rot and fissures used to indicate the demon world of Below.

Trembling Aspen, an indicator of the demon world.

The trees of Below are modeled after the Trembling Aspen of the Canadian boreal forest. They have brilliant white bark that looks as if it’s being eaten away from the inside by black rot. First Nations believe the trees have eyes that watch you to make sure you’re respecting the forest, a notion I use later on in the novel.

 

Chapter 1: Demons and Dim Sum – June, Noel, and Stella wait out their demon target in a Chinese restaurant early in the morning. Most Chinese restaurants serve Dim Sum for breakfast; small dishes of steamed or fried savoury dumplings with various fillings.

 

Chapter 2: A Few Arms and a Leg – Upon finding out their target is a little larger than expected—the horse-sized centipede demon, the Scolopendra—June, Noel, and Stella of Dreamer Team Four proceed to take the demon apart by removing many of its appendages.

Based on the Japanese Oumukade demon
Scolopendra is the scientific term for centipedes

 

Chapter 3: Eat Your Problems for Breakfast – As a reward for completing their mission, Dreamer Team Four has a small victory breakfast at McDonalds. This also serves to highlight June’s many social problems, such as he’s lazy, doesn’t sleep much, and as a result is picked on by his teammates.

 

Chapter 4: School Daze – This is more a play on the fact that June didn’t get enough sleep last night and is in a daze as they head to school.

 

Chapter 5: Demonology 101 – This is the first class of the day, thus emphasizing the fact that that the Rose Cross Academy is not your typical high school.

 

Chapter 6: Elysium Blues – The main announcement hall of the campus is the Elysium Conservatory, in a similar fashion as many school gymnasiums double as their auditorium. The Elysium Conservatory is where the student body are given their en masse orders, such as Community Visits, which are arguably the most detested jobs of a Cross student. This news gives June ‘The Blues’ as his previous Community Visit did not instill the warm-and-fuzzies in him. In Grimms & Garms, we learn students do not like to venture off-campus [as the civilian population tends to greet them with scorn.]

In Greek mythology, the Elysium is a sacred plain at the ends of the earth where heroes went to enjoy their afterlife in paradise. Throughout the many retellings, the Elysium eventually became connected with Hades, the Underworld.

In Grimms & Garms, we learn the Elysium Conservatory [holds many school plays where the heroes (the Cross students) enjoy their downtown. It also houses the school’s dungeons deep underground; an allegory to Below.]

 

Chapter 7: Show No Fear – June doesn’t like children, but the feeling is not mutual. Noel jokes with him that, just like demons, children can smell his fear. It’s for this reason why all the second graders are drawn to June during the cleansing of the classroom.

Poor Arnold; June feels your pain

 

Chapter 8: God, Save the Children – since the Ghasts launch their attack in an elementary school, we’re left fearing for the safety of the children as the school goes into lockdown. Harm against children is an uncomfortable thought for much of the population.

 

Chapter 9: Below – This is the name humans have given the world of demons, where June now finds himself. This also serves to set up the Layered World trope of the RCA universe, establishing that the demon world exists ‘below’ our world. This concept is used to show human’s thought patterns in that we believe we are the most superior race on the planet and other races, such as demons, are ‘below’ us.

 

Chapter 10: This Little Piggy – There are many references to nursery rhymes, lullabies, and children’s games in the series. This chapter turns the ‘This Little Piggy’ rhyme—where parents playfully pinch the toes of their children—on its head. It’s a giant pig demon—the Sus Scrofa—that ends up pinching the toes (or just eating the whole damn leg) of school bully Jackson Keaton. The Sus Scrofa [is a reoccurring demon in the Rose Cross Academy series.]

Sus Scrofa is the scientific term for the wild boar

Chapter 11: The Blood and the Bone – Nothing is more gruesome than traumatic injury, such as seeing what’s left of Jackson’s mangled leg after June saves him from being eaten by the the Sus Scrofa. Whereas we’re used to blood and guts in horror, there’s nothing quite so chill-inducing as the crunch of broken bones and the slow ooze of blood from a wound. The fear of mutilation is one of humankind’s five base fears.

 

Chapter 12: Ghost Box – A ghost box is a paranormal researcher device used to communicate with ghosts by turning white noise into words. As cell phone’s mysteriously work in Below, when June calls up Noel, Noel’s phone can be considered a ghost box as June is using it to communicate from another plain of existence.

A ghost box / spirit box, available on Amazon!

Chapter 13: Under Glass – June and Jackson hide out in June’s protection Barrier in Below; several times June questions their safety within the Barrier since the pig demon, Sus Scrofa, easily ripped through Jackson’s Barrier when it attacked him. They’ve basically trapped themselves and thrown up a neon sign as to where they are; easy pickings if anything decides to come for them.

 

Chapter 14: Red – Refers to Petra’s anger, both internal and external—as in one ‘sees red’ when angered. This also refers to the colour of blood from the wound she gave turncoat professor Charles Nevin when she shot him.

The Professors at the Academy wear red-trimmed black suits; at this point in the events of Risers & Dreamers, the student body do not trust many of their professors since Charles Nevin turned rogue, kidnapped June, and put the lives of civilian children in danger. The man is also responsible for the death of one Cross student now and labeled a traitor, thus putting any red-trimmed, suit-wearing adult as a traitor.

Author’s Note: The chapter was influenced by Taylor Swift’s song ‘Red’, where she sings of how love is so swift and fleeting that the heartbreak it causes makes a person see red. It’s a perfect match to Petra’s heartbreak she feels after June was kidnapped and taken Below.

Chapter 15: . . . Is Through His Stomach – As in the phrase “the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. June hopes that by feeding Jackson that the school bully will stop picking on him. He also feels guilty for only watching while the Sus Scrofa tried to eat the man alive.

Food and water is also a pressing matter in Jackson’s situation and this idea feeds off our fear of death by starvation. Although they are not starving nor parched, but Jackson is under the care of Alchemy in order to keep him alive. Made popular by the anime Fullmetal Alchemist, the   Law of Equivalent Exchange) (based off the hermetic principle of Causality) requires that in order to gain something you must first give something in return. Without food and water, the Alchemy keeping Jackson alive is also eating him alive. It’s vital that he gets food and water to keep the Alchemy from killing him. Equivalent Exchange is kinda a dick that way.

Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist, learns the hard way that the Law of Equivalent Exchange can be a real bitch

Chapter 16: Growl – An emphasis of the growling of demons which Jackson believes to be Garms in the woods outside their Barrier. This is confirmed by red glowing eyes in the darkness of the forest. Garms, as he points out, are servants of the most feared of demons, Grimms—grim reapers. The relationship between these two types of demons lends to the title of Book #2 in the series, Grimms & Garms.

 

Chapter 17: Burn Your Fear – Many times in the novel, the characters have to overcome their fears to survive. Now it’s Petra’s turn. In order to save June, they must travel Below using the portal that originally sucked him up in the first place. This will inevitably drop them into the skies of Below in free-fall, and it’s here we learn Petra has a fear of heights. She must overcome this fear in order to save June.

The chapter also plays on our fears of the unknown and how we must often overcome our own fears in order to grow and progress in life.

 

Chapter 18: Mr. Grimm – When June first ended up Below, he met a strange man in a hat and trench coat. This same man watches him from the forests as he and Jackson hide within the Barrier. Jackson believes this hat-and-cape man to be the one controlling the Garms, so therefore he must be a Grimm. The man is thus nicknamed Mr. Grimm, and the nickname unfortunately sticks.

Author’s Note: Mr. Grimm’s visuals are based off of T.O.P.’s depiction of a the domineering but misunderstood monster inside of men in Big Bang’s music video Monster.

 

Mr. Grimm, aka the Tee-Oh-Pee

Chapter 19: Hide and Go Die – A play on the children’s game, Hide and Go Seek. Mr. Grimm uses the shadows of the forest to hide while Noel and Johann try to keep him occupied long enough for the rest of the crew to rescue June and Jackson.

There is a lessser-known sinister version of this game called Hide and Go Clap, whereas the seeker wanders around blindfolded while the hider claps to lure them. This game is used many times in horror movies to announce the presence of a ghost or evil spirit, as the spirit will clap in place of the hider.

 

Chapter 20: Easy Act To Follow – Mr. Grimm /  Dehmion Faust follows June and his rescue party through the forests of Below to a Fraxinus tree—one of the great world-spanning trees that link all plains of existence. We get the feeling Dehmion has let the group take June in order to find these trees, thus making it an easy escape.

 

Chapter 21: Go Climb a Tree – How do our heroes get June out of Below? Why, they climb a tree, of course! This is actually the most common method of traversing the two worlds. The Fraxinus trees (scientific term for the Ash tree) root in Purgatory and grow through all plains of existence, thus linking Below and the Waking World to all other worlds in known existence. All one has to do to travel between them is to climb or descend a specific breed of tree.

If it is so easy to get into the human world, then why hasn’t Dehmion just climbed this tree before?

Fraxinus trees look like every other tree Below so they’re damned hard to spot. June can find them because he’s a Wayseer. However, Dehmion is not and thus cannot see the Ways nor distinguish the Fraxinus trees from the rest of the forest. In Grimms & Garms it is revealed that one can only see the Ways if you are either 1) a Wayseer, like June, or 2) [if you are bound to another plane of existence through unusual circumstances] .

Since Dehmion is a lord of Below, he is therefore bound to the lands of Eops in order to protect them. He can ‘travel down’ (he can travel easily from the Waking World to Below) but not vice versa. He is unable to see the Ways in Eops to ‘travel up’ [as he’s never meant to leave. He needs June for this.] Unless a nightmare causes a rift in the fabric between worlds, in order for Dehmion to get above he would have to literally climb every tree in the forest and hope to just chance upon a Fraxinus tree.

The Fraxinus tree is right there! Can’t you see it?

 

Chapter 22: To the Dawn, to the Hale Sky Above – Once our heroes climb their tree, they’re presented with dawn. The birth of a new day and the first light of morning is a classical signal of the end of the Hero’s Journey and the end of a perilous journey.

 

Chapter 23: Dark Shame – This is “that scene” in the novel—the one where Petra has her way with June while he’s unconscious and oblivious to her fondling him and kissing him. When she’s startled out of her quiet worship of his body, she’s ashamed she’s done such a thing to him.

Author’s Note: The scene came about from my frustration over the Orihime-breaks-into-Ichigo’s-bedroom-just-to-cry-on-his-face scene in Bleach. I’m sure I wasn’t the only hopeless romantic screaming “Damn it, just kiss him already!” at their television. Petra, however, follows through . . . and then some. *wink*.

Orihime looming over an unconscious Ichigo

Chapter 24: Hello, My Name Is You – When Mr. Grimm / Dehmion Faust appears in Noel’s dorm room, he does so in such a way that Noel believes himself to be haunted. The voices he hears (which are just Mr. Grimm trying to get his attention) are “all in his head”, so he can only fear himself. Sudden mental instability / dementia is another fear shared by much of the population.

 

Chapter 25: It’s Not the Weapon Nor The Skill – What beats the baddy? It’s not a weapon, it’s not your own skills, it’s the good ol’ fashioned Kill It With Fire trope. Not because it’s the end of the novel and we’re getting lazy, but because the only way to truly exorcise a demon is with fire. Cleansing fires are a common theme in many religions, and let’s not forget the horrors of burning people at the stake for witchcraft in order to cleanse their bodies for the afterlife.

 

Phew! And there you have it, all twenty-six (including the Prologue) chapter titles explained, and not too much spoiled if you haven’t read Grimms & Garms yet.

And remember to always lock your bedroom doors, folks, in case your obsessive crush decides to break into your bedroom just to watch you sleep. Because THAT’S not creepy.

Later!

– Rissa

Surviving Beta Reading

Let’s face it. Beta Reading is equivalent to having teeth pulled at the dentists. Sure, it may be necessary, but it hurts like hell and is bound to leave a few bruises. The Beta Reading phase of writing a novel is one of the most important, and also one of the most torturous. In this phase, you gather public opinion on your story from the eyes of your target audience. On the rare occasion, the feedback is good. A great majority of the time, feedback is not-so-good and sometimes terrible. Not everyone will love your novel, and a few will even rip you a new one. So how do you find the constructive in the constructive criticism you will get back? How do you find the strength to carry on?

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Don’t Send Garbage

If you send out a few chapters in a rough state, full of bad grammar, no punctuation, and terrible sentence structure, prepare to get your rear-end handed back to you. Beta readers don’t have time to wade through something you threw together. They’re expecting an excerpt of a publishable novel.

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Even if you’re looking for feedback on only a few chapters, you must make sure those chapters are polished. Most Beta Readers prefer everything you’d like read in one document, and not several. If you want serious feedback, you must prove you’re serious by giving out your best work in a concise format.

Don’t Expect a Timely Response

Reading for the purpose of catching continuity errors is a lengthy process. If you’d like feedback chapter by chapter, make that point known before you submit your work to a beta reader. Otherwise, you may be waiting until the reader is done with the entire submission to receive feedback. As well, your work may not be the only work the beta is reading. Holidays, weekends, and the beta’s own work and social life will also trump your reading. So be patient. Sometimes the beta reader may take a month to get back to you.

Don’t Expect Line Editing

A Beta Reader’s job is just that: to read. Most will not point out every grammatical error or spelling mistake. Some make make overall suggestions such as issues with verb tense, continuity, or writing style. Line editing or copy editing is a separate task and comes at a cost. The job of a beta reader is to give you feedback on how they liked the novel, not to correct it’s issues.

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Don’t Take it Personally

When you finally get that response from the beta, it’s an exciting time! You open that email only to find the feedback is less-than-favourable and you feel like the world has crumbled around you. This is the wrong way to take feedback. Criticism is not an attack, but a means to tell you where your writing needs work.

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Different readers give feedback in different ways. Some may use the sandwich technique (by telling you what they liked followed by what they didn’t like), others may just list the points you need to work on. The important thing is to figure out what the beta reader is telling you and not take the comments personally.

Don’t Forget to Thank Your Beta!

Most importantly, if you want to develop a rapport with the beta reading community, always thank your Beta Reader, even if you’d like to shove her face in a vat of boiling oil. Read over their feedback and craft your thanks in a form that proves you’ve taken what they’ve said to heart. “Wow, I never noticed my dialogue was so forced. Thanks for pointing that out!” Don’t try to defend the topic’s they pointed out; if a Beta Reader can’t figure out your plot, then an agent, publisher, or the average reader will not either. Trying to defend bad writing only shows you’re not mature enough for the task.

Take that, beta reader!

Take that, beta reader!

Don’t Give Up!

Your novel doesn’t suck just because the Beta Reader pointed out that you have flaws. Issues, even major ones such as narration voice or tone, can all be fixed. As long as the underlying story bones are strong, you still have hope.

If you have issues with self esteem or criticism, you can always point this out when you submit your work. Most Beta Readers will try their best to work with you with feedback. We want to help!

 

– Rissa

Rissa offers Beta Reading services for Young Adult fantasy, sci-fi, and paranormal. You can contact her via social media through her Facebook page or Twitter.

Once More With Feeling

Holy cow; I haven’t made a blog post in a really long time. As with last periods of blog-less-ness, this time is no different. Living here in the Oil and Gas capital of Canada, we’re slowly succumbing to the failing price of oil. This means job losses, increases in the cost of living, and lots and lots of stress.

That's basically how it works

That’s basically how it works

I work in the corporate office of an environmental company, supporting our production accounting and energy marketing teams. It’s a big job on a normal day, but add to that a reduction by half of my workforce, increase workload from other teams who are also understaffed, and you have a recipe for a full-on creative disaster. My day starts at 5:30 am, ends at around 7:00 pm, and I’m in bed by 10:00 pm to start it all again the next day. That leaves three hours in the day to squeeze in the all-important family time and attempt to do any writing.

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I am still writing, thankfully. I try to do it daily, although much of my writing doesn’t make it outside of my computer. The Rose Cross Academy Book 2 is gearing up for launch and surviving the onslaught of one last beta reader before final editing happens. Whether or not I’ll be able to have my book professionally edited all comes down to whether or not the company I work for can make it’s next debt payment or not. There’s a fifty-fifty chance that by Halloween, I’ll be unemployed. It’s just a reality all us in Oil & Gas have to face.

Surviving adversity is becoming a mainstay around here. After my own recent diagnosis of anxiety disorder, family members succumbing to cancer, and a mystery ailment affecting me, every day is becoming a delicate balance between doing what I love and want to do (which is writing) and trying to stay afloat in this terrible world. But enough about that and the horrible run-on sentences, let’s get to the interesting stuff!

Find Time to Enjoy Life

I discovered several online communities for writers in which I’m actively participating. Facebook groups, Wattpad communities . . . I’m feeling like I belong again, after so many months of being a hermit trying to keep her job. I’ve come to the conclusion that whatever happens will happen whether or not I work myself to the bone or not. So therefore, I cannot single handedly prevent the economy from spiraling down the great Liberal toilet. So I need to enjoy myself lest I fall further into mental illness.

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It’s fun to participate in conversations about writing with other writers. I’ve tried meet-ups where no one socializes, I’ve tried writers groups full of older, stuffy men and women who frown upon paranormal fiction. Neither were for me. It’s ironic for my introverted nature, that all my best writing buddies are now solely online.

Risers and Dreamers on Wattpad

In order to drum up interest in Grimms & Garms, Book #2 in the Rose Cross Academy series (which has received zero marketing or publicity due to time constraints), I’m putting up Book #1, Risers & Dreamers, on Wattpad for free and announcing the chapters to my Instagram followers and slowly moving into Twitter as well.

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…and with a brand new cover!

NaNoWriMo 2016 Prep

It’s almost October; time for NaNoPlanMo. This year, I’m fleshing out my new series, The Gamemasters, as my project for this November. The Gamemasters follows three teens out of 120 other players chosen as beta testers for a virtual reality video game that ends up trapping them and picking them off one by one. If you watch enough anime, you’ve certainly heard of Sword Art Online, which was a major inspiration for this novel. This will be in the sci-fi genre of young adult with a second book. I’m not sure if I’ll write a third book or not; we’ll see how NaNo goes this year.

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Well, that felt good to get out. I haven’t blogged in a while. Let’s see where the universe takes us over the remainder of the year. Hopefully things will start to look up, hopefully the economy will begin to recover, and hopefully I’ll still have a job. If not, well, then I’ll just have to make a new plan.

Until next time!

-Rissa

 

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