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An Interview with Mary Aris.
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Wednesday, 22 February 2012
An Interview with Mary Aris
I have been Interviewed on We Write Worlds Blog.
You can view my Interview by clicking the link below:
An Interview with Mary Aris.
You can view my Interview by clicking the link below:
An Interview with Mary Aris.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Love's Flaming Torch-Overview and Excerpt
Synopsis
A series of fires have recently erupted throughout the city of White Plains, New York and fireman Garcia is the local hero. He rescued Professor Paul Smith from his burning house. His friend, Mary Reilly was grateful to Eric for rescuing her long-time friend and mentor. As time went on Mary began a relationship with Eric but was devastated to learn that there was something more to this heroic fire fighter than meets the eye....and who was this red haired lady in the picture on Eric's mantle? He claimed she was his sister, but there was no resemblance. Suspicious, Mary Reilly visits Eric to end their relationship only to discover a secret so horrible that it makes Mary's blood run cold. Can Eric really be a pyromaniac?
Excerpt
"Love waits for no man." That's what I have learned from my ordeal. Love creeps into one's life no matter how prepared one is. No one is exempt. Love ignites like a gentle flame inside one's heart. Sometimes, for the wrong reason, the fire starts with but one small flame and burn like wild fire, devouring all within its path. Some times we often fear the fire and resist lighting it. Sometimes we inadvertenly light it and then it rages on. If one's not careful, the winds of change can fan the flames and next thing you know there is an unquenchable fire in your soul. Sometimes the fire rages for days on end destroying anything in its path; other times it extinguishes quite easily with indifference just as easily as it ignited. For a lucky few the fire of love is like a bonfire that warms the soul in the depth of winter.
When you feel this fire burning, you can either extinguish it right away with indifference or let it warm your soul with its' sweet passion. You do have a choice.
I let the fire burn slowly in my heart, warming my coldest nights with the passion of its' incandescence. Before I met Eric Garcia the fire of love had extinguished from my heart and all was left was an empty void. Once upon a time, I too, was full of hope and dreams. I thought love was a silly intangible that only happened in romance novels. Girl met boy, they fell hopelessly in love, found something in common, got engaged and got married. That was before I got burnt by the flame for the first time in my life.
I was nineteen at the time and thought I had met a wonderful man. David swept me off my feet just like in those romance novels. He was a student at Mercy College. Like me. he was working towards a Bachelor's degree in English literature. In a month we became friends and shortly after that we became an item. Then he proposed to me and I was over the moon. I was just turned twenty and thought my life was about to turn for the better. Not only was I going to earn my degree in English Literature that summer, but I was also going to be a bride. Then in December of that year, a little before Christmas, I caught David in bed with a swanky freshman. That's when the fire in my heart extinguished. That was the end of my love life. David swore he was drunk and didn't even realize he had brought this girl to our apartment....the apartment we had bought together as a couple with the money we earned working part time. I threw the engagement ring....a 1 Karat diamond ring which he had bought from a friend of his who owned a jewellery store on Main Street. He picked up the ring from the floor, put it in his pocket and said, "Your loss, Babe!" Then he looked at this crack whore lying on the bed, gave her a nod and asked her to get dressed. The game was over. He picked up his things, opened the door and walked out. He never looked back. I never saw David again after this. Furious, I stood there with tears in my eyes vowing never to let any sweet talking man with fire in his eyes waltz into my life again.
Then I met Eric Garcia and at first I resisted him, putting up a fight at first and telling myself this was David all over again. But his blue eyes bore through me like an unquenchable fire. There was something about this fire fighter that lit my soul completely. We went out on a couple of dates and I thought I was wrong about love all along. Love was this unquenchable fire that raged within one's soul and lit one's soul like a candle. Then, I learned something so shocking about Eric that extinguished the fire again and for the second time in my life I was left in total darkness. I knew Eric was too good to be true and so I resisted telling him how much I loved him until it was too late. Now all I have left is the memories of Eric and this little boy who looks so incredibly like Eric. Every time I look into this little boy's blue eyes, I see Eric. I learned love's lesson on that cruel September morning in 2011 and it was this: Love comes into your life, for some, just once and when it does, you should hold on to it; embrace it....never let Love's incandescent flame extinguish because if you do, in a fleeting moment; in a wink of an eye the sweet flame of love will extinguish forever leaving you in the dark.
A series of fires have recently erupted throughout the city of White Plains, New York and fireman Garcia is the local hero. He rescued Professor Paul Smith from his burning house. His friend, Mary Reilly was grateful to Eric for rescuing her long-time friend and mentor. As time went on Mary began a relationship with Eric but was devastated to learn that there was something more to this heroic fire fighter than meets the eye....and who was this red haired lady in the picture on Eric's mantle? He claimed she was his sister, but there was no resemblance. Suspicious, Mary Reilly visits Eric to end their relationship only to discover a secret so horrible that it makes Mary's blood run cold. Can Eric really be a pyromaniac?
Excerpt
"Love waits for no man." That's what I have learned from my ordeal. Love creeps into one's life no matter how prepared one is. No one is exempt. Love ignites like a gentle flame inside one's heart. Sometimes, for the wrong reason, the fire starts with but one small flame and burn like wild fire, devouring all within its path. Some times we often fear the fire and resist lighting it. Sometimes we inadvertenly light it and then it rages on. If one's not careful, the winds of change can fan the flames and next thing you know there is an unquenchable fire in your soul. Sometimes the fire rages for days on end destroying anything in its path; other times it extinguishes quite easily with indifference just as easily as it ignited. For a lucky few the fire of love is like a bonfire that warms the soul in the depth of winter.
When you feel this fire burning, you can either extinguish it right away with indifference or let it warm your soul with its' sweet passion. You do have a choice.
I let the fire burn slowly in my heart, warming my coldest nights with the passion of its' incandescence. Before I met Eric Garcia the fire of love had extinguished from my heart and all was left was an empty void. Once upon a time, I too, was full of hope and dreams. I thought love was a silly intangible that only happened in romance novels. Girl met boy, they fell hopelessly in love, found something in common, got engaged and got married. That was before I got burnt by the flame for the first time in my life.
I was nineteen at the time and thought I had met a wonderful man. David swept me off my feet just like in those romance novels. He was a student at Mercy College. Like me. he was working towards a Bachelor's degree in English literature. In a month we became friends and shortly after that we became an item. Then he proposed to me and I was over the moon. I was just turned twenty and thought my life was about to turn for the better. Not only was I going to earn my degree in English Literature that summer, but I was also going to be a bride. Then in December of that year, a little before Christmas, I caught David in bed with a swanky freshman. That's when the fire in my heart extinguished. That was the end of my love life. David swore he was drunk and didn't even realize he had brought this girl to our apartment....the apartment we had bought together as a couple with the money we earned working part time. I threw the engagement ring....a 1 Karat diamond ring which he had bought from a friend of his who owned a jewellery store on Main Street. He picked up the ring from the floor, put it in his pocket and said, "Your loss, Babe!" Then he looked at this crack whore lying on the bed, gave her a nod and asked her to get dressed. The game was over. He picked up his things, opened the door and walked out. He never looked back. I never saw David again after this. Furious, I stood there with tears in my eyes vowing never to let any sweet talking man with fire in his eyes waltz into my life again.
Then I met Eric Garcia and at first I resisted him, putting up a fight at first and telling myself this was David all over again. But his blue eyes bore through me like an unquenchable fire. There was something about this fire fighter that lit my soul completely. We went out on a couple of dates and I thought I was wrong about love all along. Love was this unquenchable fire that raged within one's soul and lit one's soul like a candle. Then, I learned something so shocking about Eric that extinguished the fire again and for the second time in my life I was left in total darkness. I knew Eric was too good to be true and so I resisted telling him how much I loved him until it was too late. Now all I have left is the memories of Eric and this little boy who looks so incredibly like Eric. Every time I look into this little boy's blue eyes, I see Eric. I learned love's lesson on that cruel September morning in 2011 and it was this: Love comes into your life, for some, just once and when it does, you should hold on to it; embrace it....never let Love's incandescent flame extinguish because if you do, in a fleeting moment; in a wink of an eye the sweet flame of love will extinguish forever leaving you in the dark.
Monday, 16 January 2012
Love's Flaming Torch
Main Characters
Mary Reily
Age: 35
Born: April 7 1964
Ethenticity: Irish American: Third generation
Ethenticity: Irish American: Third generation
Protogonist
Ocupation: Student at Mercy College studying for her Masters in English Literature.
Ocupation: Student at Mercy College studying for her Masters in English Literature.
Mary Reilly is a pretty 35 year old college student from White Plains, NY who is studying for her Master's degree in English Literature. Mary falls in love with Eric Garcia, the fire-fighter who rescued her friend and mentor, Paul Smith from a fire at his home, 1087 Maple Drive.
Mary Reilly is confused about love. She is adamant in forming a relationship after recovering from a date rape in Senior year and a devastating break- up with her ex-fiance, David after finding him in bed with another woman. Then Eric Garcia, the fearless fire fighter who rescues her mentor, Paul Smith from a fire, looks at her with his penetrating, Spanish blue eyes and ignites a fire deep within the recesses of her heart.
Eric Garcia
Age: 41
Birthday: March 3, 1960
Ethenticity: Spanish American: Third generation
Ethenticity: Spanish American: Third generation
Died: 11 September 2001
Occupation: Firefighter/ EMT
Occupation: Firefighter/ EMT
Eric Garcia is a firefigher who died on September 11, 2001 when he was sent to Tower South of the Twin Towers. When Eric was fourteen he was sent to reform school for committing several acts of pyromania. He was reformed and reintroduced to society at age 18 under the mentorship of vetran firefighter, Joseph Patrick O'Brien who took Eric in and taught him the ins and outs of firefighting. With Patrick's encouragement, Eric got training as a ETM technician and later became a fire fighter.
Eric met Mary Reilly on 7th November 2000 when her mentor, Paul Smith's house burnt down.
Eric met Mary Reilly on 7th November 2000 when her mentor, Paul Smith's house burnt down.
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
As Nutty as a Fruitcake
Christmas congures up visions of sugar plums. That said, by the time November rolls along, after consuming the last of the Pumpkin Pies I endevour to make my annual Christmas Pudding and Christmas Cake. Steeped in tradition, the Christmas Pudding, a quissential British Christmas staple, is steamed on Stir-Up Sunday (the last Sunday in November) by many a British housewife. The Christmas Cake is also made months in advance and feed a steady diet of brandy and placed in a tin and hidden away in a dark cupboard until it is unveiled in all its glory on Christmas Day.
The Christmas cake, a cousin of the fruitcake, is a spicy, dense or light cake, swimming in a sea of Brandy and made with eggs, flour, brandy soaked dried fruits, candied peels, glaced cherries and almonds. The cake is then covered in a blanket of marzipan and fondant icing. It is hard to fathom that this majestic cake, the highlight of the Christmas dinner, has in its infancy and origins, once been a porridge made of oatmeal, plums and raisins.
In the 16th century the porridge was re-invented; this time cooks no longer used oatmeal but flour in the recipe and with the introduction of sugar cooks no longer used honey to sweeten the cake. It was much later that eggs and almonds were added to the recipe.
The term, 'As nutty as a fruitcake', meaning a derranged or eccentric person, was first introduced to the English language in 1935. The word 'nuts' to describe insanity was first coined in 1700's.
So why are we so obssessed with fruitcake? Why are our tastebuds so craving this type of cake in December? Why do cooks and houswives slave to make this type of cake which, consequently, takes four hours to bake plus many days to ferment only to give it away as gifts? The fruitcake has been a topic of jokes for centuries. Johnny Carson often cracked jokes about it.
But the proof of the pudding is in the eating....the fruitcake is a very tasty and spicy cake to enjoy this holiday. With its sturdy composition which packs well and is great for posting in the mail, no other cake can hold a candle to the fruitcake.
Sources: http://www.foodtimeline.org/christmasfood.html#fruitcake
http://find.mapmuse.com/interest/fruitcakes
The Christmas cake, a cousin of the fruitcake, is a spicy, dense or light cake, swimming in a sea of Brandy and made with eggs, flour, brandy soaked dried fruits, candied peels, glaced cherries and almonds. The cake is then covered in a blanket of marzipan and fondant icing. It is hard to fathom that this majestic cake, the highlight of the Christmas dinner, has in its infancy and origins, once been a porridge made of oatmeal, plums and raisins.
In the 16th century the porridge was re-invented; this time cooks no longer used oatmeal but flour in the recipe and with the introduction of sugar cooks no longer used honey to sweeten the cake. It was much later that eggs and almonds were added to the recipe.
The term, 'As nutty as a fruitcake', meaning a derranged or eccentric person, was first introduced to the English language in 1935. The word 'nuts' to describe insanity was first coined in 1700's.
So why are we so obssessed with fruitcake? Why are our tastebuds so craving this type of cake in December? Why do cooks and houswives slave to make this type of cake which, consequently, takes four hours to bake plus many days to ferment only to give it away as gifts? The fruitcake has been a topic of jokes for centuries. Johnny Carson often cracked jokes about it.
But the proof of the pudding is in the eating....the fruitcake is a very tasty and spicy cake to enjoy this holiday. With its sturdy composition which packs well and is great for posting in the mail, no other cake can hold a candle to the fruitcake.
Sources: http://www.foodtimeline.org/christmasfood.html#fruitcake
http://find.mapmuse.com/interest/fruitcakes
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Friday, 4 November 2011
Nanowrimo 2011
I am participating in this year's Nanowrimo. Last year, I won with my latest Gothic Novel, The Curse of Anna Greene, which has now been published and is availiable on Amazon. This year, I am participating again with my Novel, Love's Flaming Torch.
I have currently written 12,224 words as of 4th November. It is currently in first draft stage. I hope to write 50,000 words by the end of November. I am planning to publish it next year. Here is my page on NanoWrimo.
My Nanowrimo Page
I have currently written 12,224 words as of 4th November. It is currently in first draft stage. I hope to write 50,000 words by the end of November. I am planning to publish it next year. Here is my page on NanoWrimo.
My Nanowrimo Page
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