Beauty of Fear-Trailer

Friday, December 28, 2012

Beauty of Fear available on Amazon!

There are positives and negatives to self-publishing.  The biggest positive is that you don't have to deal with the rejection letters that often accompany your solicitations to publishing houses.  

Beauty of Fear on Amazon!


The negatives? Self promotion.  No agent or publishing company to do the marketing for you.  You have to: Word of mouth, rely on your friends, blogs, blog hopping, blog interviews, family, Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, you name it, you have to do it.

Now, if you are lucky enough to join the right FB and Blog groups then you can expand your word of mouth promotion exponentially.  Add in other sites where you may write (for me its FanFiction) and that increases your potential audience.  I say potential because it doesn't mean they'll read it.

As a writer, you know darn well that if they would just read your work they'd be hooked. Right?  Its not always that simple though.  And then of course there are things like websites, SEO (Search Engine Optimization) and a minor thing called paying your dues.  

Oh yes, and lets not forget the value of a good book trailer…working on that now, along with the sequel to Beauty of Fear.  The working title is Silence of Fear.

I love to write, I love to teach.  Sometimes the greatest joy I get is from a writer who is stuck and needs to bounce ideas off of someone.  I like being that someone.  Keeps my mind flexible.

Anyway, back to the self promotion…If you read the book, please leave an interview.  If you don't, I ask that you at least peek at the sample offered on the Amazon site.

A review:
Review for Beauty of Fear

5.0 out of 5 stars Beauty of FearDecember 28, 2012
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This review is from: Beauty Of Fear (Kindle Edition)
I thoroughly enjoyed reading 'Beauty of Fear. L.E. Perez captured the fear, the drama and the plight that the main character of Leigh faces and deals with. Also the undercurrent of confusion she feels for the strong gorgeous Jordan, and the intense handsome Rick. The pace is fast, exciting and electric which will capture and enthrall readers and leave them wanting more!


Ciao for now and ask yourself, have you read a good book lately?  If you haven't, check out mine!

L.E. Perez



Monday, December 24, 2012

Beauty of Fear-now available

That's right folks…its done, uploaded, published as an ebook and available through Amazon. 

That's a happy Me!
You can follow the link here:


or search on Amazon under Beauty of Fear.

This is hopefully the first of many more.  This is definitely just the first in what I am calling the Fear series.  The next book is already being written!

I appreciate folks letting me know what they think about it, so I look forward to folks reading and reviewing.

Thank you to all of you have have supported me in this venture, be it with words of support, encouragement or just plain telling me to cut the crap and publish already.  I appreciate all of it.

Next on the agenda is a revamp of the website.  Gotta make it more interactive for folks.  So with all this I have a request.  If you read the book, please review (prefer good reviews of course).  If you don't, at least follow the Facebook page our this site.  Apparently being self-published equals shameless self promotion, so here I go….

L.E. Perez

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Final Check in and HUGE Thank you...

     I know final check in was for Wednesday but life kind of through us all a heck of a curveball.  Was driving to New York early that morning for my mother in law's funeral.  It's been a heck of a blow to all of us and most especially to her husband of 59 years and her 8 children.  She was the matriarch of a family that extended beyond the immediate.  She accepted everyone, she was a wonderful woman and in my heart and mind always will be.  During the drive we were informed that a grandchild due in April died in utero, so we've been mourning that as well.

     In the midst of my love being at her bedside in the hospital in NY and those of us holding down the fort here in Florida, I completed my first book, thanks to my family and the support from ROW80.  It is a forum that I recommend for any writer, struggling or not.  We as writers need to be able to bounce things off of one another, we need to have other voices tell us things.  We need the simple guidance and parameters that ROW80 offers.  So, Kait Nolan, thank you, for starting this.  Claudia Lefeve, thank you for turning me on to it.  I will continue to participate and hope to again beginning in the New Year.

     The holiday week will be spent continuing to support my family and finalizing my cover and edits so that I can upload my book by Christmas.  It is my gift to myself.  As for Christmas?  The kids will have it on a reduced scale but us adults?  We rescheduled for February. 

So, the results of my time with ROW80 this time around are below…expected release date: 12-24-12
Amazon.

New Cover
New Synopsis-Beauty of Fear (Book 1-Fear Series)


The First One died to pique her interest,
The Second to touch her soul.
The Third One died to steal her peace,
The Fourth makes Fear, his goal.

Violence leaves a stain on your soul, and the fear that accompanies that violence can never be removed.  It can be hidden, shadowed, and put away, but throw in just the right set of circumstances and it will blossom once again.
Leigh Ramirez has been through a lot in her short life: an abusive husband, raising two kids on her own, and two near death experiences on the job.  All she wants now is to get back to a sense of normalcy, in her life and at work.  She wants to move on from all that’s happened to her.  It was her decision to leave police work and put that life behind her, but when a young girl is found dead in a local park with something of Leigh’s in her hand, Leigh is lured back into the world she left behind.
Someone wants Leigh to experience the beauty of fear.  They want her to live it, feel it, and breathe it. 
 As young women continue to turn up dead, their resemblance to Leigh is lost on no one, least of all her.  Each victim found takes a piece of her soul, steals more of her peace. It doesn’t take long for Leigh to realize that this can have only one end.  Even while her friends try to protect her, Leigh refuses to go into hiding and is ultimately forced to face her greatest fear, as it threatens both her children’s lives and her own.  

L. E. Perez

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Home stretch....

My ROW80 check in...

I did it.  Editing is primarily done, wrapping up loose ends in the storyline, done.  Teaching myself to coonvert, format and prepare for upload to Amazon.  Then I got to the synopsis...Holy Smokes...Didn't really have one that was cohesive..Do now...


The First One died to pique her interest,
The Second to touch her soul.
The Third One died to steal her peace,
The Fourth makes Fear, his goal.
Violence often leaves a stain on your soul, and the fear that accompanies that violence can never be removed. It can be hidden, shadowed, and put away, but throw in just the right set of circumstances and it will blossom once again.
Leigh Ramirez has been through a lot in her short life, an abusive husband, raising two kids on her own, and two near death experiences on the job. All she wants now is to get back to a sense of normalcy in her life and at work and try to move on from all that’s happened to her. It had been her decision to leave police work and put that life behind her, but when a young girl is found dead in a local park with her business card in hand, Leigh is lured back into the world she left behind. As young women continue to turn up dead, their resemblance to Leigh is lost on no one, least of all Leigh. Her friends try to protect her, but Leigh refuses to go into hiding and is forced to face her greatest fear.
 
Does it work?  Well, its what I got.  Looking at uploading no later than December 21st.  Yup, Doomsday!  Why Not?  It may be earlier, who knows. Regardless I am already at work on the sequel and a YA story involving time travel.   Way to much going on in my head...
 
Oh yeah, did I forget copyrighting? And we're going through some very rough family stuff right now...Sigh, if not for this I probably would have gone a bit cuckoo by now.
 
Anyway I look forward to my final updates and participating in the next ROW80!

L. E. Perez

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Unbelievable!

I'm done.  I'm done with my book.  I mean there are a couple of little things here and there that I immediately realized I forgot to include but other than that....
 
Now I'm going old school.  Printed it up and am reading through and editing, page by page.  This happens to be much harder than writing.  The temptation to immediately go and fix my softcopy is overwhelming but I am determined not to go back to it or even open it until I am done editing the hardcopy.  The I'll fix it.
 
So my goal now?  A Christmas Ebook release.  It will be my gift to myself and to my family since they've had to put up with me all this time.  What does that mean?  I get off easy for Christmas of course!
 
Throughout the writing of Beauty of Fear. my characters underwent changes in personality I hadn't given any thought to.  Kind of freaked me out when I saw my original written characterizations and the finished product.  I get it now when a writer says their characters came to life.
 
Once I am totally done, I will get started on my next venture.  I already have a sequel in mind for this story-Thinking of calling it the Fear Series.  Plus, a new idea for a YA book/series.   So many thoughts, so little time.
 
So till next time, Ciao...
Proposed Cover

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Great strides being made…I hope...

SUNDAY Check-in!

So, I have been working diligently on my work in progress, "Beauty of Fear" and in so doing, my mind has been racing, again (ADD remember?)  Big mistake.
What should the book cover look like?  
What will catch someone's eye?  
What will make me happy?

Anyway, my love read the brief synopsis and said there should be something mysterious, something with eyes.  I wanted something a bit creepy but not to much. According to her, the cover itself should set the tone, she was right.  I sent the brief synopsis and our ideas to our niece Danielle who is working on my new website.  Her company is www.endee.com and she does web design and graphic art.  She took our ideas and suggestions and came back with a couple of pics.  I think I've settled on one…creeps me out, I like that. With my love's help…a couple of font suggestions from some friends, I wonder what the rest of you think…

So where am I going with this?  Well, with that done, I can refocus again, and have. Participating in ROW80 and NaNoWriMo has been a blessing.  I've given myself a deadline which I plan/expect to meet.  So far, whenever I feel myself get distracted, I look at the cover, I may read a little something and then refocus.  Thank God my love has been patient with me, I don't know if I could be so patient with me.   Yeah, nope, I couldn't.

12 days…and counting...
Great strides…yep…watchathink?


Sunday, November 11, 2012

I've been remiss...

ROW80 Check-in & NaNoWriMo

I didn't realize I hadn't posted since Halloween…Shame on me…Anyway, lets see, update, update…Oh yeah, I'M WRITING!!!!!!

Woohoo!

I work full time managing a Martial Arts School and very often work 50 plus hours a week so writing time is precious to me.  I've been very lucky though.  My love affords me the time I need to write, be it in the morning before work or after getting home.  I have a wonderful recliner that she bought me as well as this awesome table from Frontgate.  Sometimes though I don't sit there or use that though, sometimes I'm writing on my phone because an idea strikes, other times I go old school and write in a notebook.

The point is, that I'm writing, finally!  My characters are coming into there own.  They have personalities, they feel…I'm shocked, I didn't think I could do this, but my goal is set.  I have till November 30th.  Quick recap…I want to finish this manuscript by or before November 30th and get it reviewed and revised and available as a ebook by Christmas.

Impossible?  Maybe, maybe not.  I would love to give my 82 year old mother a gift this year that I've never been able to give her, a published work.  Whether self-published or not.  I believe in self publishing.
For my love, I want her to know that her faith in me and her continued support has enabled me to meet my self imposed goal.

Hmmm, there seems to be a lot that I want doesn't there?  But none of it is unattainable, all of it is within my grasp.  The book cover scares me, marketing scares me.  Finishing this body of work?  Terrifies me…But I believe in facing my fears.  We all have to.  The title of my work is The Beauty of Fear after all…I may just know a thing or two about fear.

Brief Excerpt: Beauty of Fear

Leigh Ramirez has been through a lot in her short life, an abusive husband, raising two kids on her own, and a vicious attack on the job.  All she wants now is to get back to work and forget what happened to her.  Burying herself in her work has always helped her deal with her daily life, and that's all she wants, her life back.  But when a young girl is found in a local park with her business card in hand, Leigh is invited back into a world she left behind.  She had been forced to leave police work  but now someone was pulling her back.  As young women continue to turn up dead, the resemblance to Leigh is lost on no one, least of all Leigh.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Under the Gun!!! NANOWRIMO + ROW80

I know, I know…I'm also participating in the ROW80 challenge but I need an extra push to finish this thing.  I'm hoping you all can help keep me accountable.

For those of you have have waited a long time to be able to tell me what to do or not do, here's your chance.   Don't let me slack off.

GOAL: Completion of this manuscript by November 30th.  No more excuses, no more procrastinating, no more bull…

Fanfiction updates may be sporadic this month but there will be updates...

Writing will be done daily and you can follow my progress on NANOWRIMO if you are so inclined...

National Novel Writing Month  My name there is Honorcpt

If you are inclined to try this yourself I would recommend that you click on the site and sign yourself up!  It's a great experience that you won't regret.

As for me…I'm still writing but like I said I set a goal for myself but am easily distracted, hence NANOWRIMO

So, here we go and oh by the way, Happy Halloween!

L.E.Perez




Sunday, October 21, 2012

Ghoulish Check in...

Sunday check in…yes, yes…  So yesterday after work I decided I would finally finish up some gardening and dig a hole to plant our new mango tree.  Its a rather good sized backyard and my love chose one spot in particular for me to plant it.  Its been there a week waiting for me to dig that hole, so finally, I did.

Now, a little background, this is my brother-in-law's house and he has kept it up beautifully, to include the yard.  Using a walking mower it took over two hours to get the front and back done. (No not rich, it's Florida-he bought good house with good land)  Anyway he warned of us one thing besides snakes.  His old dog Tati was buried in the back yard along the fence in a plastic bag.

Get it now?  1 + 1 = I am a Ghoul…

I dug a beautiful hole with a post hole digger and came across an obstruction.  Kept trying to get around it but nothing.  So instead I dropped the bucket with the tree in the hole just to make sure it was the right width and depth and Poof!  Face full of dirt from the hole.  No problem here, I was going to shower when done.   I pulled the pot out and proceeded to kneel down and feel around for the obstruction when I found…you guessed it…the plastic bag.

Now I consider myself to be tough…well that is all bull poop.  Thankfully I was wearing gloves but I sounded like a crazy person, pulling off the gloves and talking to myself as I walked away from the hole and marched myself in to tell my love.  I was regretting opting for gardening as opposed to writing that's for sure.

Speaking to my love later, she said I was positively manic and freaked out.  That's her story to tell.  Me?  I filled in the damned hole, made damned sure there was now a marker for the poor animal and quit gardening for the day.  I was not allowed to touch the furniture or anyone until I showered and disposed of my ghoulish clothes.

So…yesterday?  Uhm…no writing…nope, nada, zip…Since Wednesday though, yes!  I've been stuck in a particularly difficult point in the story and have finally muddled my way through.  Today may be a planned day off though I do tend to write a lot in the evenings.  I need to go dig in the yard but I just can't see myself doing that just yet.  

Ciao for now!

The Ghoul...




Wednesday, October 17, 2012

What a Wonderful Wednesday!!! ROW80 Check in time!

Plodding along on this lovely Wednesday morn...My goals remain...I will publish this b**** before the end of the year.  Any questions?

Actually I have some, for you all.  My mind tend to go everywhere when I write and I often skip from one chapter/thought to another.  This is good and bad.  Anyway, I have managed to send some of  my stuff out to some beta readers to bloody up my work as it were and I am so happy I did.  I didn't realize how repetitive I was in some places.  Being aware of it now, I am overall more aware of it for the entire manuscript which is wonderful!  Makes me think it through, say it aloud, make sure it flows.

So with some of the recommendations I've been given (Thank you betas), my prologue/intro chapter has changed a bit...the feel of it has at least.  On this blog under the Books-soon tab (http://www.leperez.com/p/books.html)I have the original prologue.  I compared it to the new one and found myself enjoying it more.  I just wonder if its just me...

So now that I've rambled on enough my question to you all is this...Would you be willing to read the original prologue and compare it to the new?

Or, would you at least be willling to read the new prologue and provide a bit of feedback?  Here it is:


Awareness came slowly, harshly, as the salty taste of her tears invaded her senses. She could feel wetness on her arm from the blood that dripped steadily from a deep cut on her shoulder. She tried to clear her head by moving it side to side only to have the world tilt around her. She wasn't sure where she was, or even how much time had passed since she had been taken. A whimper escaped her at the thought. The only thing she could be sure of was who she was, Marie. She tasted the tears mixing with the grime caked on her face and felt an overwhelming thirst. She couldn't remember having a drink of anything since before he grabbed her. Listening for any sound of movement she hesitated before trying to move further, fear controlling her heart and soul. Silence...she knew that at least for now, she was alone.
Her body ached terribly, and when she did move her senses were assaulted by the smell of him. She could still smell him on her, on her clothes making her wonder just how much time had passed. The smell of his sweet cologne and stale body odor had made her gag when she had struggled against him. God knows she had fought him, but physically and mentally she was exhausted. Pulling at her restraints she knew for certain that at one point she had even managed to kick him where she knew it
should have hurt. He had taken her by force, refusing to let her go no matter how hard she fought. After taking what he wanted, he had walked away briefly before viciously paying her back for kicking him. His response had been brutal and unforgiving.
The first blow had knocked her head into the ground stunning her. The kick to her side had enveloped her in a wave of pain that crashed again and again like breakers on the shore, hitting her ribs as he continued to strike at her. As her consciousness had begun to fade, the beating had become almost
bearable, until there had been nothing but the invitation of darkness. Now, waking, with her legs and hands duct-taped together, she could barely move and her breath came in shallow gasps as the damage to her ribs threatened to rob what littleair she had left. The gag in her mouth was suffocating and uncomfortable but seemed to have been placed as an afterthought, her tongue easily pushing it out. Marie knew in her heart she wouldn't be suffering for very much longer.


Bucking and fighting violently against the restraints, Marie fought to live with renewed strength trying desperately to avoid the blade that she knew was meant to end her life.


Marie felt the first slice on her right arm. A white hot fire spread down her shoulder as the blood now flowing freely mingled with the blood from an earlier cut. She screamed at him as she fought to get away but no one heard her, no one came. Her mind filled with thoughts of her parents and little sister
and how she wished she could have said goodbye. Instead her last memory of them was of a brief dinner before she went out to a party, a party she never made it to. A party she wished she had never left home to go to. With each slice of the blade, Marie felt herself slowing. Her breath came in shallow gasping breaths, and with a whispered "why?" she felt her limbs grow heavy until at last there was no pain, no feeling, only a deep peace and eternal darkness.



With a satisfied grunt he wiped the sweat beading on his forehead with his sleeve, and cut the tape from around her wrists with his knife before carefully positioning her arms.

"Stupid bitch had put up a fight."
He hadn't realized how much of a fight until he had placed her body in the trunk of his car. Now, after pulling her from the trunk of his car and walking the short way into the woods where he planned to leave her body to be found, he was not happyto find himself out of breath.
Pulling a rosary out of his pocket, he put it in her right hand, and gazed lovingly down at her. She really was a beautiful girl, even now. He wiped the blade of the knife on his pants leg and licked it clean before putting it away in the special holster he had made for it. He took care of what belonged to him, always. Sadly, he looked at the swelling on her face and the bruises on her naked body, wishing she hadn't fought him so hard. It would have been easier, for both of them. He finished positioning her and reached for his final accessory, an invitation of sorts, which he put in her left hand.

Stepping back to admire his work, he couldn't help but smile, what he had started here could have only one end. It was up to him to make it happen, no one else, and until he could make her his, he would find his release in other ways, as he had with the beautiful Marie. The pose he had placed her in was reminiscent of a scene he had acted out once before with his love, an act he wanted to repeat. Looking at the rosary, he wondered if she would remember the meaning it had for them or
why he had used this particular color rosary. It had been a long time though maybe she had forgotten him.
"No!" the anger that welled up inside of him at the thought overwhelmed his calm at what he had accomplished.
Taking a deep breath he was determined that she would remember. She would remember him, as he had never forgotten her. The years, the distance, the love, they were all real and it was up to him to insure that love, his love won out over everything else.
Smiling at the card he had placed in Marie's other hand, he knew the fear that finding it would invoke, as well as the curiosity it would create, and he relished the power he was feeling as he was walked away from such a wonderful encounter.
The card said it all, it was an invitation that she was sure to accept. Being who she was, she could do nothing less.
He brushed himself off and nonchalantly walked away from his work. Whistling to himself, he figured Marie would be found within a day or two and then she would be told of the "invitation" he had left for her. Chuckling to himself he could feel his core warming at the thought of possessing her. She would be his again, one way or another.


Sunday, October 14, 2012

Sunday Check in…The fire is lit!

So, I've finally been able to rewrite the first three chapters of my manuscript.  I'm sure I'll never be 100% happy with it but I find it greatly improved.  But the thing is, who am I?  I'm not my reader am I?

I was told a while ago that I needed to add a little Honorcpt (my fanfic writing persona) to my work.  I thought I understood, but I didn't.  Somehow though, since last Sunday I've figured it out.  Anyway, I sent it to one of my betas for their opinion.  I asked them to be brutally honest and the response was that it was like a fire was lit under Honorcpt's ass.  I have to say that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my writing. What got me was that they felt what my character felt and that's what was missing.

Emotion.  A reader needs to be vested in the character and the story.  As a reader, I want to care about what happens next.  As I writer it's my job to make you care.  I think…no dammit I know that I've figured it out.   

I am adding descriptors, expanding on dialogue and just generally trying to make it a more enjoyable read.  It's flowing…Knowing that I'm participating in ROW80, helps…a lot…so thank you for the opportunity to participate.  And now…back to work!

Sunday, October 7, 2012

ROW80-Check in…OMG! OMG!

Blood Moon puts me in the mood...
Gardening/Yard work must be the key for me to get ideas flowing.  I have been very unhappy with the  first three of my manuscript for awhile now.   They just didn't flow like the rest of the story and it was making me….well dammit it was making me nuts!

It felt very pedestrian.  I know, I know we are our own worst critics but it was truly irking me.  Feedback I had received had been to add a little bit of my Fanfic persona-Honorcpt, into my writing.  I think I was scared to do that.

Anyway, the yard work.  I was weeding and edging the yard and suddenly put the items down and walked into the house to my computer.  I had moved on from the beginning chapters to let them settle in my mind… Nope, pulled them up (I love Scrivener) and just started changing things.  I realized somewhere that I was scared to just delete somethings and rewrite them..Dunno why.  Maybe I had fallen in love with the words that they felt permanent.  But they aren't!!!  They're fluid….

Now when you read those chapters you get a much better "feel" for my characters.  You give a damn (I hope).  Hell I do now…

So, my check in?  I'm on track!!  I'm writing, this puppy is getting done.  I would still like another beta to review my work,  I need a critical eye, but I do have three.  Okay, back to writing.  Got up and first thing was straight to the computer again.  The nut job in my novel is my focus right now.  Apparently according to some fanfic fans, I do lunatics well.  Gotta translate that into my story now.

Ciao for now!!

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Checking in!!

Cage Fitness
Instructor
So, my first check in…My goals are simple.  Finish and edit my manuscript during this round.  I manage a martial arts school right now and teach as well so when I'm tired, boy am I tired!  But, I am going through what I have and have actually been able to expand quite a bit.  I found myself reading through what I have and realized that I skip.  I skip scenes and don't elaborate enough for the reader, ugh!

So now I am finding myself expanding particular scenes and enjoying the hell out of it as I go.  What does this mean for ROW80?  

Wellllll…I am going to have to buckle down big time now aren't I?  I write mostly at night after work.  Unfortunately I'm tired and at times I re-read the next day and think, "what the hell was I trying to say?"  Doesn't matter though because I will get done what I want to get done.  I may be posting excerpts here for some real feedback from folks.  

Folks like you!  So please, help me out, encourage, push, cajole, get me of my A**…hmm  okay tirade over, check in done…back to writing.  By Sunday's check in I hope to have another 3000 words done.

No, wait, not hope, I WILL have another 300 words done at least.

L.E.Perez

Monday, October 1, 2012

Rizzles Fan Awards Results are in...

You all know that I love Rizzoli and Isles and love to write fanfic (I'm Honorcpt), so without further ado,


The winners are...

In the Best Author category,  the winners are Crackinosis and JoBeth.Amy.Homegirls. There are a lot of exceptional fanfic authors and I count my self humbled to be a runner up  There were a lot of nominees in that particular category, so thank you to all who voted and all who nominated!

As to the other categories I was nominated in:

Best Season 1 post finale-  Fear and All Its Beauty -Winner!

Best Season 2 post finale- Dear Maura - Winner!

Best Angst/Drama - Dear Maura - Winner!

Best Crossover (with Criminal Minds) - Random Targets - Winner!

I've included the links in case anyone would like to take look at them.  It feels wonderful to know that three of my stories received recognition from readers/fans.  I look forward to continuing with some of these as well as my original works in progress.  Maybe I'll introduce some of my characters in my Rizzles fics for a touch of flavor, who knows.

And now on to the ROW80 challenge!

L.E.Perez

Sunday, September 30, 2012

ROW80 Challenge- Round 4!

Yep, I'm doing it again dammit, participating in ROW80 and this time I will be achieving my goals.  For this round, not only will I write daily, I will complete my manuscript, edit it and forward to my betas for some bloodying of their own.  

I have procrastinated long enough and I have made a promise to myself that I will finish this year.  With my family's support I know I can accomplish my goals.  I am so close I can taste it.  Word count isn't even the issue, just plain writing and dedicating myself to my work.

I have found Scrivener to be a tremendous help and also discovered that I am very old school.  Had to print up what I had to read and bloody a bit just get into my character's heads again.

Throughout my ROW80 updates I will also attempt introduce everyone to my main characters.  I'd love to know what folks think of them…

If anyone is interested in participating, here's the link: ROW80-Round 4

Tomorrow is Day One of the challenge, wish me luck and to all the others participating, Godspeed.

L.E. Perez

Saturday, September 29, 2012

What If...

Half a lifetime ago, (23 years, do the math). I had an accident with a skateboard. Not your typical accident, no broken bones or scrapes at all. No in my youthful infinite wisdom I was doing a trick where I jumped over the board after doing an Ollie....I miscalculated and landed, straddling the skateboard.

29" inseam + 32" skateboard = OMG!

Should have died that day...would have if not for the someone special in my life today...we didn't know it then but we were destined to be together, just as I was destined to survive the damage I did. The word Femoral artery was tossed around, transfusions were necessary, muscle needed reattached, next of kin had to be notified...I could go on...

Anyway, this week I was reminded by my doctor of just how fortunate I am to be alive after that accident. I shouldn't be here is what I was told. Makes you think, made me think...what if...

Thank you my love...always

L.E. Perez

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Manuscript review...

Good grief!  This is surely a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I've been using Scrivener a writing program to help me get organized, which has helped, but I also came to the realization that I am much more old school than I thought.  Damned if I don't need hardcopy of my work to "bloody up" as it were.  That's where I am right now…bloodying.

Bloody Hell!   (ooh nice image)

Anyway, my mind goes in a bunch of different directions and now to top it off, an idea popped in my head for a another book-Young Adult fantasy…Grrrr….I think I have a problem…

Let's see what else…hmmm…oh yeah…that funny blog I turned you all onto…getting funnier…hehehe, so I stopped to read that too.

Okay…back to work now.  I have betas waiting for this thing so they can have a hand at bloodying it up too…C'est la vie…

Oh, almost forgot,  here's the blog link:  Me, a cockroach?
It's also listed on my homepage under links or favorite blogs.

Ciao!

L.E. Perez


Sunday, September 23, 2012

Funny new blog I found...

Well found is used a bit loosely, helped motivate mostly...

I highly recommend you all follow this blog.  Funny insights, comical moments and chaos ensue.  Besides that it will help you crack a smile.



And My Stripper Name will be...

That's right, you're seeing the title correctly  and no this is not porn, though….sorry, I digress..Seriously though I expect to see great things.  Hmmm, actually embarrassing, silly, aha! moments more than great.

You won't be disappointed!

L.E.Perez

Friday, September 21, 2012

Request for readers...

This is out of the norm for me but I want unbiased feedback, and while the friends I have reading my WIP (work in Progress) try to be objective, they are still my friends, so...

I am looking for one or two individuals who would be willing to read through my drafts and offer critique.  Constructive of course.  I'm looking for someone who enjoys reading suspense/crime drama.  Who can objectively tell me, "this is a bunch of crap..." or "Wow...when will it be available?"

Catch my drift?


The teaser for the story is :

The First one died to pique her interest
The Second to touch her soul
The Third one died to steal her peace,
The Fourth, makes Fear his goal.

If you are wondering what kind of a writer I am and why you should bother, I'd recommend that you read a fanfic or two or even some of the poetry I've written.  Might give you a better feel.

So, what do I need from you?
Well your name for one, and your contact info (email or twitter). Plus briefly tell me why you would like to do this...It is not for the faint hearted :)

Drop me a line on the chat with me/contact me link and let me know....

Thanks!

L.E. Perez

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Love is Why...

A brief poem in Just a few words...

Love is Why

In life we often wonder why the suffering and pain doesn't stop. Like Job in the bible we are forced to go through the trials of life only to smile at the end when life wins. Life wins the moment we pass, if we've been Lucky enough to enjoy a life filled with hope. Pain, joy and sorrow. oft times we feel jealousy, that those who have left us no longer suffer And yet we ignore the sorrow they felt as they pass. The family, friends and loved ones they left, all to suffer quietly, silently, in the absence of light. 

Pain Reminds us that we breathe
Angst reminds us why we cry
Loss reminds us what we yearn for
Love is why we don't die
L.E.Perez

Monday, September 10, 2012

Why do I write?

See, here's the thing.  I already have so many thoughts and ideas running through my head that if I didn't write my head might just explode.
 
Some of you know what I mean, this burning overwhelming idea or thought pops into your head and you're like whoa!  Where did that come from?  Me, I have to write them down.  The most obscure tidbit is sometimes more than enough to build a story on.
 
I remember watching my mother write well into the night at the kitchen table, with her manuscript printed out and being edited as she put the pencil in her mouth, typed a few more words where she was doing a rewrite and still go to work the next day.  I worried for her and envied her.  The discipline she had to write what needed to be written.
 


Today I can say I have become my mother.  I let everything else come before my writing, everything. 
I wanted to write before but I put it off, didn't have time, not worth it, etc.  I have so many unfinished ideas, novels, short stories...sheesh.  But one thing I realized I had stopped doing was reading.  My mom read, a lot.  I did too, but life somehow got in the way one day and I let it.
 
Last year I started reading avidly again.  Okay, let's be honest, as my honey can attest, I became a voracious reader again and with that, the creative juices started to flow and spill over.  I was doing yardwork when the idea for my first Fanfic popped in my head. The Season 2 premiere for Rizzoli and Iles was looming and I had done a search on the internet for info on premiere and found fan fiction...Who knew?
 
There were great stories there and I tried imagining doing it and thought, nope, no way.  Then came the yardwork. 
 
I love Stephen King and his advice to folks on becoming a writer is to write, just write.  So I did.  Fanfics and the feedback from folks have helped me become a better writer.  A more confidant writer.  Am I still scared?  No.  Terrified yes...because now expectations have changed.  I expect more from myself.  I love hearing from folks and knowing that I made them feel what was going on in the story I wrote.  Lately I've been making people cry and all I can say is thank you.  Because without readers and reviewers I wouldn't ever know if what I write makes you feel, you know escape into the story.
 
You see, that's why I write.  To help others feel what the characters feel.  Cry when they cry, laugh when they do and throw something when you can feel their frustration through the page, or e-reader, or smartphone (pick your poison)...ESCAPE....
 
I hope to one day become a good writer, until then, I will write and write and write...

L.E.Perez

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Fear

"What do you do when fear is killing you?"  Hmmm seems I remember hearing that line in a Rizzoli and Isles episode, Season 2 Premiere, "We Don't Need Another Hero"  I love that line, its something I'm sure we all wonder about.  Can fear kill you?

Depends,  if fear stops you from doing something to save yourself, then yes!  It can.  Can the emotion kill you?  Again, depends, fear is one of those all body emotions that can not only change your body chemistry but also your thought process.  That's the beauty of it. Hence the tentative title of my novel, Beauty of Fear. 

 Imagine this, a beautiful blue moon reflected on the ocean.

 
Now imagine this, that same beautiful moon spilling over with blood. 
 
 
The moon is still beautiful but its reflection is not. No longer innocent, peaceful, now it is dark and foreboding.  What lies beneath?  What should I fear?
Guess you'll have to read to find out won't you?
 
 
L.E.Perez

Saturday, September 1, 2012

What to do when your thoughts are all over the place...

There are times when I think there is something wrong with me.  I can have a hundred thoughts in my head, different stories or poems, or fanfic updates to write but I can't write a single thing.  Focus…It is sometimes so darn hard to focus.  We find everything to do but write.  Work, chores, life and then you have the time…or do you?

I now have a wonderful chair to write in and a wonderful laptop desk.  I find myself writing more and more and I love it, but it scares me too.  Silly huh?  I think the story I'm working on is a good one and I hope others feel the same.  With fanfic its a little easier.  Instant feedback, you know?  Oh well, what's life without a little risk.

Speaking of fanfic, apparently I've been nominated in a few categories for a Rizzles Fanfic Award.
My fanfic name is Honorcpt.  If anyone is interested in voting for any of my works there, please do.  You can vote up to 3 times.
Nominations are in the following categories:
Best Author:  honorcpt
Best Season 1 Finale: Fear and All Its Beauty
Best Season 2 Finale: Dear Maura
Best Angst/Drama: Dear Maura
Best Original Character: Jordan in Random Targets
Best Crossover: Random Targets

I was a bit shocked actually to find myself nominated in so many categories but tickled as well, who knew?  Anyway, the link to vote is http://rizzlesfanawards.wordpress.com/vote/

On another note, I will be updating/revising my website in the near future.  My niece Danielle has graciously offered to help for which I am extremely grateful.  She is a graphic designer with her own company, with a partner of course.  You can touch base with her here, http://www.endee.co/

She's up and coming! Hopefully so am I :D  Talk to you all soon...

Friday, August 17, 2012

Writing on the horizon...

I've discovered that you really do need to set aside writing time every day. Even one hour makes a huge difference. I have to say that I'm grateful for the support I've gotten from my Maria. She encourages me daily and I appreciate it tremendously. Thankfully things should be calming down now that the shed is built and the storage unit is empty. Our move to Florida is now complete. God Bless America!! Here is the finished product. I call her Beastie, all female workforce constructed the deck and shed.
Strong women...strong family...

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Writing, writing, writing...

I've discovered that reinventing and rediscovering my characters in the novel I am writing is not only painstaking, but worthwhile as well.  I feel as if I've rediscovered who my characters are, where they've been and where they are going.  I want you the reader to give a damn about what happens to them and I want you to go through what they do.  Easier said than done, but I am working on it.

I am making a commitment to myself and you that I will have my book completed by my birthday this year.  I will likely go the e-publishing route so stay tuned.  I'm excited to complete it and make it available for a general read.  If anyone is interested in previewing it beforehand, let me know please, I'd love to know what others think.
Oh, and my birthday?  November…the clock is ticking…..

This weekend was spent working at building a deck for a shed.  I read and wrote as a way to let my body recoup from all that work…



Sunday, July 22, 2012

Halfway thru the summer...

Well, here we are halfway through the summer and I've moved the family to Florida, have been learning the ropes at my new job and of course, writing, writing, writing…

I'm still writing fanfics, based on Rizzoli and Isles and Criminal Minds, and of course working on my novel.  Tentatively titled Beauty of Fear, I have been rediscovering my main character and supporting characters, bringing them to life for a more enjoyable read for you.  My crazy work schedule and the move to Florida have not been very conducive to writing but I have tried to make time where I can.  Thank goodness for smart phones and programs like Docs to Go, dropbox and sugar sync or I might never get stuff done.

Writing everyday, even a little bit, is important to me, as it is to every other writer.  Word of advice, never stop writing.

A GIFT


It is rare in life to be rewarded for your misdeeds, your sins
And yet there are times when we are offered a gift
The gift of a person who is willing to see past the misdeeds, past the sins
That person who has been by your side through your lowest points and your highest
That person who has withstood the test of time and has never let u fall
Falter yes as only in faltering do we grow
Yet they are there always. To sustain us to hold us, to care.
They are the true soldiers of life who fling the arrows away from us and protect us from the pain
Our reward, our opportunity to make up for misdeeds. And amend our sins. 
To open our arms to the gift that we've been given
A gift freely given that is so often overlooked
A reward for your heart and your soul when you open your arms to embrace them.
Accept your gift for it comes but once and once it's gone, 
you will lament never having grabbed it and valued it or having made it your own.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Its been a MONTH!!

A month since I updated, shame on me, a pox on me,etc.etc.

What can I say daily life has taken its toll and writing has at times been regulated to a few minutes here and there, but never fear, with that little teaser, I'm suddenly more focused on the direction my novel was going...whew!!!

Additionally, I continue of course to write fanfiction, I currently write for Rizzoli and Isles and Criminal Minds.  Hoping to branch out into Law & Order:SVU as well.  For those that don't know, fanfiction is a great escape.  Alternate realities for some of your favorite characters.  As a writer, it helps you refine your storytelling skills as well as development of characters.  I compared my original writing for my novel to where it is today and its like two different people wrote it.  Sheesh...  So, don't knock fanfiction folks.  I've been told that in order to become a writer, you have to write, period.  So I do, fiction (novel), fanfiction, poetry, musings...Whatever pops into my head.  I write on my iphone all the time when I can't get to my laptop and always have a notebook, so....

Rizzoli & Isles-Dear Maura

Enough rambling from me.  Peruse my site,  I'm working to expand on it, check out some of my stories (including the newest, link above) and posts and let me know what you think... 

Moving the family down to Florida this weekend so I may not be writing as I'd like but my mind will be saving it up for a typefest.  Chat soon folks!

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Teaser...

I've been in a rhythm lately and have been working not just on word count but on expanding the depth and breadth of my characters.  Gotta make sure you care about them, you know?  Anyway, in that vein I've added about 400 since last update and came up with this 'teaser' I guess you would call it for my novel.
I'd love to know what you all think about it.  Is it good, bad, silly, smart, stupid, intriguing?

…what say you.


The first one died to piqué her interest
The second to touch her soul
The third one died to steal her peace
The fourth makes Fear, his goal

So, what did you think?  Wanna read it?

Monday, May 14, 2012

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Happy Mother's Day Weekend!!! (busy, busy)

From last Wednesday to now I have actually tacked on another 2300 words, with more that I am currently working on.  Trying to focus fully today on novel and putting fanfics on the back burner for a couple of days.  This work is a labor of love but I feel like I've been in the delivery room forever.  Counting on this challenge to keep me going.   Some days all I can think about is putting pen to paper.  Those days I barely  have a moment to do so.  Days when I have the time, my mind races with a bunch of different story ideas, etc and its hard to settle down…sigh…maybe I do have ADD…hmmm…

Either way, I am writing and drafting and spitting ideas down.  Sometimes my brain works sequentially, other times, sheesh I'm all over the place.  Tickles me when I get a review on fanfic and readers think I have everything mapped out and planned.  If they only knew, the characters take me where they want to go, I have no control.  Sometimes I'll finish writing a couple of pages and think…"where the 'bleep' did that come from???"

So today I am updating cause it was on my calendar to do so darn it!  Take a look, have a read and let me know what you think.  My goal was 20,000 words.  I am at approximately 6000 total.  Gotta keep going, so ciao for now, its back to writing!
L.E.Perez

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Back on Track!!!

Got a bit derailed in my personal life which translated into being derailed in my writing…since last posting though I've been able to write another 1500 words.  Not where I wanted to be but at least I was able to get some ideas down.  Tomorrow is check in day for ROW80 and I may not get a chance to check in so I'm doing it now.  I've tentatively named my story The Beauty of Fear.  When you consider that it deals with a bit of murder and mayhem, you may be able to guess that the only one fear is beautiful for is my killer…then again…anyway…if you're interested, you can read the prologue to this story on this site.  I would really love any feedback you are willing to give….and my vow is that tomorrow, Sunday, minimum 2000 words!

Peace

Round of Words site

L.E. Perez

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

So…where was I….

Oh right, working on my word count, well with my recent move to Florida, Orlando to be precise and a new job that I started on Monday…writing has been mmmm tight?  Basically I've been tired and distracted but I did manage to add about 400 words last night.  Don't really know how, but I did….
My new job entails opening a new Martial Arts school; from getting the business license for corporate to marketing to running the school and being the head instructor…lots of work, but I won't neglect my writing.

Hopefully tonight I'll get some more work done on my novel, might escape into reading a bit of fanficton…who knows…one question though.  Power nap before writing after a long day at work, or no?

Sunday, April 8, 2012

ROW80 Check in-the best laid plans...

So while I had the best of intentions, I haven't been able to write a lick in the past couple of days. I am relocating to Orlando as of Tuesday and just finished my last day as a martial arts instructor in Virginia. To say life has been hectic is an understatement. So instead of writing, I've been reading, keeping my mind busy as I figure out where I am going in my novel and my fanfics. I hope to start clacking away again by Wednesday, so wish me luck.

Monday, April 2, 2012

ROW80-Getting in the Zone...

Apparently, when I write fanfic I'm "in the zone" as it were, so in preparation for the ROW80 challenge and my personal goal of 20,000 words for Round 2, I started reading my first fanfic from the beginning.  Know what?  It has a different flavor, from my novel.  I asked a friend for some insight and she said I need to put a little Honorcpt (my fanfic persona) into my writing.
That said, I've reworked my novel a bit and it seems to be flowing better.  I added about 1000 words today and only stopped because I had to get back to work.  What to do, what to do…it interrupted my train of thought so I'm back to rereading to get back into that zone.  So, 1000 down and 19,000 to go…wish me luck.
L.E.Perez

Friday, March 30, 2012

ROW80-Round of Words in 80 days

So with my tendency toward procrastination and quite possibly undiagnosed ADD, I have decided to participate in the ROW80 challenge.

My goal should be measurable, so here goes, by May 31, 2012. I will add another 20,000 words to my novel, Beauty of Fear.

I will be updating folks on my status twice a week.  Now this will definitely be a challenge since in the midst of all this I will be relocating to Florida, starting another job, and writing and updating my works on Fanfiction.net

If you feel so inclined, take up the challenge yourself, the challenge begins on April 1.  For me this is my chance to refocus myself on completing my story.  Special thanks to my friend and author Claudia Lefeve for cluing me into ROW80.  Gracias Claudia.
Link to ROW80 Linky here to read other writers and efforts:  ROW80-Bloghop

And to check out my friend Claudia and her works: www.claudialefeve.com

I'll be checking in soon.  Word counts coming up.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Beauty of Fear (working title)-Prologue


            Her name was Marie and she didn’t know where she was or even when it was, as she felt the tears rolling down her face mix with grime and sweat.  All she knew with certainty was that for now at least, she was alone.  She could still smell him on her.  The smell of his sweet cologne and stale body odor had made her gag as she struggled against him.  God knows she had fought him, but physically and mentally she was exhausted.  She knew at one point she had even managed to kick him where she knew it should have hurt him.  He didn’t let her go, even then and as far as she could tell, he wouldn’t let her go and his response to her kick had been vicious and unforgiving.  
The first blow had knocked her head into the ground stunning her.  The kick to her side had enveloped her in a wave of pain that crashed again and again on the breakers of her ribs as he continued to strike at her.  As her consciousness had begun to fade, the beating had become almost bearable, until there had been nothing but the invitation of darkness.  Now, waking, with her legs and hands duct-taped together, she could barely move and her breath came in shallow gasps as the damage to her ribs threatened to rob what little breath she had left.  The gag in her mouth was suffocating and uncomfortable but seemed to have been placed as an afterthought, her tongue easily pushing it out.  Marie knew in her heart she wouldn’t be suffering for very much longer…she had lost all track of time and didn’t know anymore, how long she had lain there since she first woke.  A bone deep pain emanated from her shoulders, from the unnatural position of her hands taped behind her.  Her body’s refusal to respond as she asked it to told her she must have lain this way for hours at least.
Struggling against the tape and the pain that radiated through her body, she tensed as she heard him approaching again, his footfalls heavy and final.  Marie could feel him when he entered unlit room, the only light filtering in from the hallway he entered from.  The sound of her short gasping breaths as she struggled for air, was the only sound heard, even the sound of his footfalls had vanished, but she knew he was close, she could smell him.  Her body reacted with shock when he placed his hands on her once again, oblivious of how close he actually was to her.  The suddenness of his hands on her and the absolute fear it provoked made her heart practically pound out of her chest.   She prayed that she could just die, now, but still she drew breath.  As he forcibly rolled her onto her back, her eyes opened wide at the sight of the blade in his left hand.  Bucking and fighting violently against the restraints, she fought to live with renewed strength trying desperately to avoid the blade that she knew was meant to end her life.  Marie felt the first slice against her right arm and a white fire spread to her shoulder.  She screamed and screamed as she fought to get away from him but no one could hear, no one came.  Her mind filled with thoughts of her parents and little sister and how she wished she could have said goodbye.  Instead her last memory of them was of a brief dinner before she went out to a party, a party she never made it to.  A party she wished she had never left home to go to. With each slice of the blade, she felt herself slowing.  Her breath came in shallow gasping breaths, and with a whispered “why?” she felt her limbs grow heavy until at last there was no pain, no feeling, only deep peace and darkness.
Grunting in the darkness and wiping the sweat beading on his forehead with a sleeve, he cut the tape from around her wrists and adjusted her arms. “Stupid bitch had put up a fight.”  Pulling a rosary out of his pocket, he put it in her right hand, and gazed lovingly down at her.  She was a beautiful girl, even now.  He wiped the blade of the knife on his pants leg and licked it clean before putting it away in the special holster he had made for it.  He took care of what belonged to him, always.  Sadly, he looked at the swelling on her face and the bruises on her naked body, wishing she hadn't fought him so hard.  It would have been easier, for both of them.  He finished positioning her and reached for his final accessory, an invitation of sorts, which he put in her left hand.
Stepping back to admire his work, he couldn’t help but smile, what he had started here could have only one end.  It was up to him to make it happen, no one else, and until he could make her his, he would find his release in other ways, as he had with the beautiful Marie.  The pose he had placed her in was reminiscent of a scene he had acted out once before with his love, an act he wanted to repeat.  Looking at the rosary, he wondered if she would remember the meaning it had for them or why he had used this particular color rosary.  It had been a long time however maybe she had forgotten him. "No!" the anger that welled up inside of him at the thought overwhelmed his calm at what he had accomplished. Taking a deep breath he was determined that she would remember.  She would remember him, as he had never forgotten her.  The years, the distance, the love, they were all real and it was up to him to insure that love, his love won out over everything else.  
Smiling at the card he had placed in Marie's other hand, he knew the fear that finding it would invoke as well as the curiosity it would create, and relished the power he was feeling right now as he was able to walk away from such a wonderful encounter.  The card said it all, it was an invitation that she was sure to accept.  Being who she was, she could do nothing less.
He brushed himself off and nonchalantly walked away from his work.  Whistling to himself, he figured Marie would be found within a day or two and then she would be told of the "invitation of sorts" he had left for her.  Chuckling to himself he could feel his core warming at the thought of possessing her.  She would be his, one way or another.