The Art of Keeping Faith – Update

Well, today something is missing on Amazon that should be on there! That’s right The Art of Keeping Faith.

I’m a bit gutted, as I am sure everyone will understand. I’ve been so desperate to release this book, I am very proud of it and want everyone to read and enjoy the next stage in Lilah and Ben’s life.

Sadly the release of The Art of Keeping Faith is out of my hands and I have just got to keep the faith (see what I did there) in the fact that it will be out in the next few days after this small hiccup.

I’m looking at this situation as some form of karmic payback; I always make life complicated and hard for my characters and now it is happening to me. It’s a challenge but it’s not the end of the world.

This situation which I am going to label “The battle of getting TAoKF on Kindles” is starting to take epic proportions and it reminds me very much of the battle that Lilah and Ben face in the book itself.

So here is a picture and a quote to cheer me up, along with a song that seems particularly app this morning. The story will come home. . . eventually! The Kids and I are completely rocking the new Kaiser Cheifs album in our house and I can guarantee that Lana and I will be singing this very loudly today.

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Cover Reveal

Drum roll please. . . 

After weeks of sitting on the new cover of The Art of Keeping Faith I can finally reveal it to you all. Shirer Burkett-Towler completely smacked the ball out of the park on this one and I am so proud. 

Now before I show the cover I have one minor announcement to make, and that’s the fact that the release date for The Art of Keeping Faith has been pushed back to the 9th April. Sadly this is out of my hands and the decision has been made by the publisher, but at the end of the day, it’s only one more week until Year Two is released on the world and I can live with that!

So here it is; Ben and Lilah, Year Two and The Art of Keeping Faith.

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Lilah and Ben. They are meant to be a thing.

Well, they were. The best thing ever. That was until Lilah decided to teach herself a lesson and let go of Ben since she’s learned The Art of Letting Go.

Now it’s a new academic year, and Lilah has it all to play for and it all to lose as she battles scary lecturers, evil PR girls, and her own inability to make the right decision at the right time.

Life has moved on for Lilah and her friends, and life off campus is more complicated than any of them would have guessed. As the reality of being second-year students sets in and the study starts to build up, cracks begin to appear in the very fabric of their friendships. There is a chance that none of them are going to complete Year Two in one piece.

Facing down her worst enemy, herself, Lilah has to try and change her own past mistakes when she realizes that the only way she is going to get the future she wants is if she manages to learn The Art of Keeping Faith in herself.

The Art of Keeping Faith is the second year in The Uni File Series and continues Lilah McCannon’s diary as she searches for love, tries to find and earn trust, and ultimately discovers who she is really meant to be.

 

Sometimes the only way to meet your future is to face your past.

 

Fix You

Have I ever told you all how much I LOVE this song??

I’m working on the final proof read of The Art of Keeping Faith. It’s got to be back at the publisher tomorrow (Think crazy power reading by yours truly) so I am listening to some of the tunes I used to write the novel to. The truth is, I know this is the the last time I will ever read this book. I have a bit of a thing that once a novel is released I don’t read it again. Even when I go to write the next one, I will just pick up from where it ended in my head, not necessarily on the written page.

So I am trawling through my old playlists and I have come across this. Ahhhhh this is so Lilah and I remember when I was initially drafting The Art of Keeping Faith in Cyprus a year and a half ago, this is one of the songs I was listening to by the pool. Now I am doing my final reread it’s still perfect.

Right time to stop procrastinating. . . Just a few days to go! Hopefully, if I ever get this read through done!

 

Cursed be the Wicked Review

Hi All.

Today is my stop on J.R Richardson’s Blog Tour. I don’t normally do blog tours, but this one I just couldn’t resist, I am sure it will soon become apparent why!

Read on for my Five Star review and a sneaky excerpt.

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Cooper Shaw lives his life under a pen name and enjoys the anonymity it provides during his journeys across the globe as a seasoned writer for a travel magazine. When his job lands him in his hometown of Salem, Massachusetts to cover the famous Festival of the Dead, he soon realizes that he can’t stay invisible forever as he faces ghosts from a past he’s been trying to forget ever since he left.

The city holds nothing but bad memories for Coop until he meets a quirky young woman with an old soul and curious insights by the name of Finnley Pierce. While she acts as his tour guide through a town he thought he knew, Finn helps him unearth the truth of his childhood and might even begin to open up his heart.

By unraveling the mystery of his father’s murder, Coop may finally accept who he is, where he came from, and perhaps even realize what he wants for his future.

My Review

It’s taken me a week to write this review. It’s been hanging around in the back of my mind as I attempted to put my feelings for Cursed be the Wicked into some sort of logical order.

I’ve failed.

This review is basically going to take the form of me rambling and trying to tell you all why you most definitely have to read this book.

I have three reason why you should read this book.

1)      Coop

2)      Finn

3)      J.R Richardson is one seriously clever woman

Cursed be the wicked starts with Coop, or Cole Stone as he is known giving us an insight into his childhood, his mother Crazy Maggie Shaw and a brief glimpse into family life. He has divided his life into two manageable sections. The before and the after the moment he was accused of killing his father.

Um excuse me??? I am hooked already.

On the following pages Coop, back in the present, gets a new assignment for his travel journalist job. Thing is it’s an assignment he doesn’t want. Go to Salem Massachusetts and write a piece about why everyone should visit. The irony of this being that Coop is the very last person in the world who wants to visit because he has spent the last ten years running away his old home town and the memories of what happened there. The situation is made worse by the fact the whole of Salem is in uproar after the death of Crazy Maggie Shaw, the crazy woman who thought she was a witch and who’s been in jail for ten years convicted of killing her husband – Coop’s father.

It took me a few pages to get into the mindset of being inside Coop’s head, he was quite sullen and surly in the opening pages, and it was clear he had a trunk load of baggage he was hauling around with him.

But when he gets too Salem and meets Finn at a small B&B we start to see a different side of him. The chemistry between these two is so well written and I found myself highlighting line after line of text as J.R built this amazingly unique relationship. I LOVED being inside the guy’s head for all their scene’s and again J.R completely had her style and Coop’s ‘tone’ down in perfection.

Finn, or Finnlay as she hates to be called is quirky and oddball. She’s independent, and completely free-spirited, basically she is the perfect catalyst to make Coop face up to his past and during the pages of the book this is what she does. Together they unravel all the secrets that Coop doesn’t understand. I loved that Finn was so free spirited and not a needy heroine. She was mature and always tried to do the right thing even if it meant she didn’t get what she wanted.

Now I don’t believe in giving plot’s away in reviews, basically because it drives me crazy when I read a review and then no longer have to read the book myself.  But what I can say is that the plot of this story has so many unique plot turns and twist, it keeps you on your toes. There was one moment where I actually shouted at my iPad. I loved the layering effect that J.R strengthened her story with. Nothing is as it seems, a bit like being in one of those mirror rooms at a circus where any turn could lead you in a different direction or make you see things, even characters differently.

So while I am not going to tell you anything of what happens I can tell you that it is mind-blowingly clever.

Another standout element of this book that I just have to mention, even though I have rambled on too long is the amazing writing style J.R has. Some of the prose is just beautiful, and again I found myself underlining every bit that I had to read twice, just because it was so perfect I wanted to make sure I remembered it.  My chest aches. It’s going to explode any minute now, until Finn places her palm against where my heart lives and looks into my soul.

There is also a lot of humour especially in Coop’s internal thoughts. The dead don’t call their sons and freak them the fuck out for no reason.

It’s the balance between the poetic heart stopping imagery and the quick fire one liners that makes this book just an around perfect read for me. Add to this, magic, Salem, witches and well you’ve pretty much got me over a barrel.

J.R I hate you for being so damn clever and making me jealous but I love you for writing the single best book I have read in a long time.

Five glowing stars from me.

You can add Cursed be the Wicked to your Goodreads TBR here

Or buy on Amazon here

So now for that little excerpt. This is Coop and Finn’s first meeting, and I love it.

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“Raymond, I’m tired. I don’t have time for this to-”

The woman standing behind the front desk spins to see, not Raymond, whoever the hell that is, but me. As she comes to the realization that I’m not who she thinks I am, I get the feeling she still thinks I’m someone as she finishes her sentence.

“Night.”

Her long, brown hair looks as though it’s trying to escape the ponytail she’s pulled it into. Her eyes are dark, fierce even. It feels like she’s peering straight into my soul, or piercing it, as they stare across the front entry way toward me.

Her mouth falls open slightly as her eyes narrow, and now I’m getting the impression she’s trying to place me or, maybe she already has placed me.
Not good.

She looks away when her eyes catch up with mine and I approach with caution. As she begins to type away at the keyboard in front of her, I try to side step the awkwardness beginning to form by clearing my throat.

“I’m um-”

“I know who you are,” she cuts me off, sharply.

“You do?” I ask.  Blood begins to rush through me. I clench my jaw, waiting for the judgmental comments to arrive.

Her eyes soften then, and she simply nods with a thin line forming across her lips.

She studies me, then twists her mouth up as though she’s disappointed of all things.

I get it. Just about half the town thought I was the one that killed my father, even after my mother confessed,

“Seems like every other Tom, Dick, and Harry in the media’s shown up already. You may as well join ‘em,” she says, and I’m surprised yet relieved at her words. In a way.

“You think I’m…?”

“You’ve got paparazzi written all over you.”

She arches an eyebrow.

I don’t mean to but I laugh out loud from the sheer relief that she has no idea who I am. I also feel the need to defend myself because I’m not a fan of being lumped in with the paps.

“I’m not-”

“The funeral’s not for another week, ya know,” she informs me, going back to her computer.

“You’re mistaken,” I insist, even though she’s right. I am media. Technically.

“Really,” she replies, like she’s not quite buying it. So I push harder. I’m very convincing when I want to be.

“Yes. Really,” I tell her and now she’s back to eying me and we’re staring each other down for a minute or two.  I’m convinced she’s going to fight me on this but in the end, she bites her tongue and goes back to banging away on the keyboard.

“In town for the festival then?” she asks, changing the subject. Like whatever just happened didn’t happen at all, which both intrigues and irritates me at the same time.

I watch her a bit while she busies herself with the computer. The way she tucks some stray hairs behind her ear and then lets her fingers graze her neck before she goes back to typing. The easy way her fingers fly across the keyboard. And how she is most definitely avoiding eye contact with me for some reason.

I spot her name tag. She doesn’t look familiar to me but you never know.

Betsy.

Betsy, Betsy, Betsy.

I can’t think of a single Betsy I knew growing up.

She looks up and her eyes narrow again. It’s only now that I’m aware of the fact that I’ve been glaring at her for the past couple of minutes without saying a word. I clear my throat and forget to speak when she licks her lips and then takes the bottom one in between her teeth.

I am officially an ape.

She lets it go.

I stare some more.

“So . . . ?”

“What?” I snap, a tad more abrasive than I intend.

“Do you have a reservation?” she asks, trying to be polite without letting on that she most likely thinks I’m the slowest dolt on the planet.

Jesus.

Maybe I am crazy.

Maybe it runs in the family.

I gather my senses and shake off the odd feeling of vertigo I’m having.

“No,” is all I give her. Then I drop my bags and rest my elbows against the counter. My eyes close as I rub my temples, anxiously waiting to hear her tell me they’re all booked up, forcing me to drive those extra miles after all.

I mean, what would it take? Ten, twenty minutes tops to get there?

“Helloooo.”

My lids open to see her staring at me with curled eyebrows and a worried look in her eyes. They look so familiar to me again.

I just can’t…

“Are you drunk?” She asks. It takes me aback.

“What?”

“Because I’m not in the mood for-”

“I’m not drunk,” I assure her, wishing I was.  As she eyes me carefully once again, I feel her staring straight through me.

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A little bit about J.R Richardson

Bio:

BIO PIC for SMP

A writer of stories and lover of life.

Jo grew up in Maryland with four siblings, three parents and an endless number of cousins within the vicinity. Today she lives in Florida with her two girls and a husband that shares her same sense of humor and basic take on life as we know it.

Giveaway

There is also a give away to celebrate the release of this amazing book. Click on the link to take part and for your chance to win.

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Where Are You Now?

 

Good Afternoon!

Everyone who knows me, or follows my blog, will know that I nearly always have a song for my posts. My song of the day, or something relevant to my post. Just a little bit of the ‘real me’ for you all to see!

Except for yesterday, when I was embracing a full out state of panic at the news The Art of keeping Faith was releasing a week early that I couldn’t think of one.

Yes that’s right. I Anna Bloom could not think of a song. Shock Horror!

But don’t panic everyone my five year old son helped me pick one this morning! And in truth I couldn’t have come up with a better choice. You see for the last third of The Art of Keeping Faith Lilah communicates a lot of her feelings in text messages that she shares with us in her diary. I found them really emotional to write and really had to dig deep to find the right ‘Messages’ for her to send. This song is perfect for the emotion I was trying to capture with words.

I also want to add that the reason my son likes this song so much is because he thinks he is a member of Union J, ever since he saw them sing Taylor Swifts Love Story on The X Factor…. another moment from my real life that if you read The Art of Keeping Faith carefully you will find hidden in it’s pages!

*The Art of Keeping Faith Release Date Announcement*

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The Art of Letting Go has a release date. . . And it’s soooooooooon!

♥ 2nd April ♥

Yes the book I started writing nearly a year and a half ago, has got two weeks until it is out on general release.

Why so long? I hear you ask. Well, call me a crazy, obsessive, perfectionist, but I was determined to make sure that the second book in The Uni Files series was a strong, if not first stronger than the first!

I am keeping my fingers crossed that I have succeeded!

So Lilah and her friends will be back, and I can’t wait. I will be revealing the cover on the 31st March, and while it is killing me not showing it now, I am sure it will be worth the wait!♥

2014 Our Writing Process Blog Hop

Introducing the hop: 

Writer’s write, that’s what we do. Find out why and how in this new Blog Hop for 2014:

Hello! And welcome to my spot on the 2014 Writing Process Blog Spot!

Huuuuge thanks to J.R. Richardson, my beautiful and talented friend Jo for linking me into this hop! And a quick plug for her book. . . just because I am super excited to read it and I want you to read it to. . . Cursed be the Wicked comes out the first week in March. You can pop over to Jo’s Blog here to find out more.

Anyway, back to the hop. We have been asked four questions about how and why we write. So here it goes, and in true Anna Bloom style I will try and keep it honest!

1) What am I working on right now

Well now. . . I am kind of in-between projects, which in many ways is great but in many others, really bloody annoying.

Let me explain. I’ve just finished Gone – my New Adult novel and I have sent it to my beta readers so, I am waiting with baited breath while I find out if it is any good or not! I’ve been fiddling with a final blurb… messing about with the editing, that kind of thing, but I am trying very hard not to fiddle. It’s kind of hard. When I finish writing a book I get the worst writing hangover, the characters really linger in my mind, and this is normally when I start dreaming up ideas for a sequel.

I guess that this is a great opportunity to announce that Gone will have a sequel. Home will be released probably next spring, and I am rather excited to take the story to the next level.

I gave away a little Gone teaser on Valentines Day from Bex’s POV but especially for this blog hop I am going to give away a little more from Joshua’s perspective.

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Walking down the lane from the pub I decide to take a detour to the beach. The light is fading but it is just enough that I can make my way down the path without landing on my face.

I spend a lot of time at the beach at night. This isn’t like the beach in Newquay which is filled with drunks every night attempting to get it on. Our quiet beach in St Agnes is perfect for a solitary ten minutes. If I go home now I know Aunt May will be twitching around me like she has the last half a year. She doesn’t know what to say to help my get out of the ‘phase’ I’m going through. Six months in, I think we can rule out the chance of it being a phase. This is just me. I’m a guy without a plan. Aunt May tries, but having her wandering around wringing her hands, asking me every three minutes if I’m hungry and need some food is not a relaxing way to spend an evening.

I walk down onto the sand and see someone sitting on my rock. That’s just plain rude, everyone knows it’s mine.

I edge myself closer, slipping off my flip flops, sinking my toes into the cool sand, as I walk down the beach trying to get close enough to investigate without being seen.

It’s her. The holiday maker.

I stop.

I want to move my feet in the opposite direction but they won’t listen. Instead I stand there, looming behind her on the sand, like an axe murderer.

“I can see your silhouette in the sand.”

Busted.

“What are you doing?” On my rock?

“Thinking. What are you doing?”

“Thinking too.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yes it is.”

I stand there like a turd working out what to say next. “Nice bangles.”

“Thanks.”

“Why so many.”

“None of your business dreadlock boy.”

“Well you’re a charmer aren’t you?”

“I was sitting here first. You’re the one with the stalking, stealth-like sand walk.”

“It’s my rock.”

It’s my rock? It’s my rock? Really. . .?

She does not say anything. Let’s be realistic, there is not much to say to that comment. She just sits there looking out to the sea, and I stand there my feet sunk into the cool sand.

“I like your dreadlocks,” she says finally after an age has passed.

“Thanks. They’re a lifestyle choice.”

She turns to look at me and for a moment, just one brief moment my mind swirls with colours. The make-up is gone and the waning sun illuminates her skin.

I should walk away. I don’t talk to holiday makers unless I’m taking their money in the shop.

I don’t.

Instead I fold my legs and sit on the sand, my fingers automatically picking up a splinter of driftwood, I cast my eyes up at the sun and then I start to draw.

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2) How does my work differ from others in the genre?

Ooh, well this is a bit of a tricky question. Um. Well. Uh. . .

Okay, I think my work differs from others in the genre, because where a lot of NA is very much sex on the page, and sex first story after, I personally have a bit of trouble crafting a story like that.  I always try and keep my stories character driven. Even Gone which is ever so slightly sexier than The Uni File Series, I still concentrate on the dialogue and motion of the plot and only add the other (squishy) stuff if I think the story warrants it.

3) Why do I write what I do

cartoon immageI love writing stories, scenes even, that I know I expect to effect the reader in a certain way. When I was writing The Art of Letting Go I knew there were certain moments that really made me feel something deep. Finding out that it effects others the same way gives me more satisfaction than I ever thought possible. That is why I write what I do. It is very empowering. Very.

4) How does my writing process work

It involves a lot of pacing. A lot of singing. A lot of daydreaming, and a lot of                                                                                                                  middthe.it.crowd.s03e05.ws.pdtv.xvid-river 032le of the night epiphanies.

Now for my Author Linkypoos

I get to chose three authors whose work I think you should read.

First up has to be Laura Beege.

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Laura’s  novel These Things About Us made me insanely jealous because I wished I’d written it, and I am not teasing with this statement. I read These Things About Us in one night, I literally could not put it down. I am so glad I am friends with her now because then I won’t have to lock her in a cupboard before her next book comes out.

You can find Laura’s blog here and I know I can’t wait to read her answers next week.

Next is Kellie Wallace

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 Kellie writes a such vast range of books, I don’t know how she manages it! To mix genre’s like that is a skill I could never learn. My Aussie writer buddy will be posting her four answers next week here and I am hoping she is going to reveal the secret of how she does it.

 Last up is Patricia W. Fischer

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Firstly Patricia writes about cowboys! Sorry let me say that again, Patricia writes about HOT COWBOYS – so that is an instant plus in my view. Secondly, Patricia has had the most amazing journey to becoming a writer. . . waitress. . . bartender. . .  bill-collector. . .  bank teller . . . clerk at Blockbuster Video . . . dishwasher . . . prep-cook. . . a wanna be crypto-zoologist. . . pediatric and adult trauma/critical care nurse for 10 years. . . AND THEN FINALLY A WRITER! Wow! With experience like that Patricia has a lot to base her book on!

You can link up with Patricia’s answers next week here.

Thanks for stopping by, I hope you enjoyed my insight into my writing process.