Gerilyn Marin

I want to preface this with 2 points. (1) I am not trying to hate on E.L. James- she had an idea, she went with it and it worked . . . quite likely much better than she'd ever thought it would, good on her. (2) I don't say things to pick fights, set people off, or otherwise 'troll'. I simply say what's on my mind- everyone is entitled to their opinion, and this is mine.  I will not begrudge a fan their love of the 50 Shades trilogy, in return, I expect not to have fans begrudge me my dislike of it.  Simply put, if you don't like what I have to say, then don't read it. The best way to do this is to simply graft in here blurbs from an email exchange I've got going on with a writer friend, in which I laid out a lot of what it was that bothered me in my attempt to read 50 Shades of Grey. Now let me just say- some of this comes across as angry, it's 'cause I was venting mid-reading-attempt.  I couldn't make it past about chapter 7.  If you'...

[For those new to 'ghost story thursday' on Ger's blog, there are only 2 rules if you wish to tell a story of your own, 1- It must be your story, or that of a valid source (ex: your best friend, but not your "friend's neighbor's cousin's ex-fiance was once told that his college roommate . . .") who has granted permission for their story to be shared. 2- It must be truthful. Your tale can be shared either by posting it in a comment on Thursday's blog post, or you can email it to me and I'll tell your story on the following Thursday (GerilynMarin@gmail.com). You are welcome to ask to remain anonymous, and at no time will I ever claim that another person's experience is my own.] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Smoke Halloween, 1993. I remember the date very specifically 'cause when I got home that night, I'd heard on the radio (back when you could still tune into Z100 for dece...

Wow, I've been slacking off on keeping my blog going. Totally unintentional. I woke this weekend with a cold out of nowhere, and, having no prior experience with summer colds, had no clue how hard it was going to hit nor how hard it would be to shake. It's been kinda difficult keeping to a schedule with the kids all home (c'mon, September, where are you? >_<) , but this has my head feeling more muddled than usual- and just when many thought that wasn't possible! It's one of those really nagging colds- the kind where you have to hold the sides of your head when you cough. But, I am still chipping away at the edits for The Summoned, Part I (I'm finally up to the chapters revolving around Bri's first trip to the realm of The Court ), I am finally back to working on the 10th chapter of Buried, which is in its 3rd week in serial run on the Curiosity Quills Press website and seems to be fairly well received. OH, and one of my followers on twitter (not that...

I'm going to get this out of the way now. The things I say when I 'flip out' are not intended to piss off others, stir up reaction or pick fights. For this reason, my 'complaints' may seem a little rambling, because I don't merely rant and vent, I tend to preface things by explaining where I'm coming from on the issue. And, on occasion, a single sentence is too simple for defining my feelings about something. Now, to the topic at hand #1: Twilight . This may come as a shock to those that have read me ranting on FB about this, but I don't hate Twilight .  Now, I'm not a fan of it, either.  I don't like it, that's all there is to it.  I read it, and not with the fixed notion in my head of "Gods, I'm going to hate this."  Quite the opposite; I cracked open the book with the belief that I was probably going to end up loving it in spite of myself. I simply hadn't enjoyed it. So, again, I do not hate Twilight , I do not hate S...

I have realized that in the schedule I made for this silly-ass blog, I never once considered setting a day to just bitch about things that bother me. And if blogs are famous for anything, it's the blogger complaining at a world that may, or may not, be listening, about whatever it is that's bugging them, now aren't they?  I mean, I had set a day for what my week was going to look like, a day for recounting brushes with the paranormal, days for reviewing movies & books, and even a day for catching readers up on what I'm brainstorming on with fellow authors. But no thought was given to the notion that I, too, might want to use this venue to get off my chest things that are bothering me. I have decided that Wednesday will be for reviewing books AND movies, I'll just alternate.  And Friday will by my 'flip out' day.

Prefacing this by saying: YAY!! Buried , chapter one went live on Tuesday :) And . . . I totally didn't mean to miss these last 2 days of updating this darned thing after I'd posted twice on Monday. [For those new to 'ghost story thursday' on Ger's blog, there are only 2 rules if you wish to tell a story of your own, 1- It must be your story, or that of a valid source (ex: your best friend, but not your "friend's neighbor's cousin's ex-fiance was once told that his college roommate . . .") who has granted permission for their story to be shared. 2- It must be truthful. Your tale can be shared either by posting it in a comment on Thursday's blog post, or you can email it to me and I'll tell your story on the following Thursday (GerilynMarin@gmail.com). You are welcome to ask to remain anonymous, and at no time will I ever claim that another person's experience is my own.] This one occurred when I was 18 going on 19. Touch A...

LOOK I've been Twitter-tagged by Lisa in a meme called "Look". If you, too, are tagged, do a search for the word "look" in your work in progress. Copy that paragraph, along with surrounding paragraphs, to your blog, to keep the game afloat. Don't forget to tag others. This excerpt is from The Wandering Place, Part I and is one of several upcoming stories in my Tales of the Phantom Court series (which begins with the story told in The Summoned ). She remembered pools of slick, inky blackness drawing in around her, pulling themselves up to make near-human forms, and then everything went blank. Was that it? Was she with them? How could there be peace there, then? Cautiously opening one eye, she saw black, only it wasn’t the black she now, dully remembered from her suffocating prison. It was glittering and smooth under the light of the sun, like strands of satin. Like black pearls . The thought struck her oddly- she recalled seeing hair th...

Okay!  So after taking a totally unintentional 2 week break from updating the blog, I'm back.  And it was at the prompting of fellow Curiosity Quills Press author, Lisa Moran Collicut, that I'm on here once more and today there will is a second, much more fun post which includes a story excerpt. Schedule for this week is Tomorrow AUGUST 7TH, the 'big day', when my YA paranormal serial Buried begins its run on my publisher's site.  Writing-wise, I am working on chapter 10 of Buried, chapter 8 of The Summoned, Part II and getting back to edit-work on The Summoned, Part I .