tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16461604018731877382024-03-05T20:08:09.783-07:00A New Writer's Journey by Tanya ChamainMy journey to getting a book published.Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-36857821585435319062018-08-10T12:40:00.002-06:002018-08-10T12:42:10.256-06:00Inky Depths - A poem by Tanya Tenorio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">A poem by Tanya Tenorio 08/10/18</span></h3>
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Inky Depths</h2>
<span style="font-size: small;">Today I am a deep lake filled with conscious melancholy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And you are the fish lost in its inky depths</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You try with endless patience to find the surface</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">But even there at the top is a vast abyss </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Oh but the torment you feel from my dark and lonely lake</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Because we know it's all in my head</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We know this lake so dark and cold will drown you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">If you do not get out instead</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright Tanya Tenorio</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Poetry and art by Tanya Tenorio dba Tanya Chamain</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02081373093902251692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-63979832102158347212018-01-15T13:57:00.001-07:002018-01-15T13:57:19.339-07:00My Inner Teenager <div class="MsoNormal">
Why do I gravitate towards YA books, TV shows and movies?</div>
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Do you remember being a teenager? I do. I remember thinking and
saying things like, I will never get old, or that I will never be like my parents, or
that I will never use math. All of these turned out to be completely false. Like
all teenagers, I was a fool and I learned after I had my own kids what that smirk
meant on my parents face when I would say these things. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I was a very melancholy teenager. I listened to sad music,
alone in the dark and often cried. I haven’t change too much in that respect. I
still do this as an adult. I was also a huge fan of Sixteen Candles, Breakfast
Club, My So Called Life. This is also something that I never grew out of. If
there is a book, movie or TV show about teenagers or young adults, I get
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I don’t think that we ever lose that teenager we once were. He
or she stays with us. We hang on to those high school and college experiences
and they mold us. We are always striving to be what that teenager wanted us to
be, or hide from the things that broke that teenagers heart. Because face it,
nothing hurt as much as it did when you were a teenager. Every experience was
magnified tine ten, good or bad. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The trick to being a happy adult is learning to let go of all
that emotional baggage we brought with us from high school, only to have to
live through it all again through our kids! Adult life and survival has made
all the teenage fun and drama seem like a cakewalk. Maybe that’s why I am so fascinated
with 13 Reasons Why, Mean Girls and Pretty Little Liars type entertainment now.
My inner teenager still needs her fix. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02081373093902251692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-61769503129095335132017-06-05T00:11:00.001-06:002017-06-05T00:12:08.168-06:00Time<p dir="ltr">I truly feel like I am at an impass. Time is the enemy. There isn't enough of it. I never thought this day would come but here it is...and everyday it comes like the day before. The day that I realize that time is precious and it slips through your fingers like water. No matter how much you try to hold on, it finds it's way out of you grasp. </p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02081373093902251692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-69212597450118731222016-05-29T12:43:00.000-06:002017-06-05T00:12:51.562-06:00Too Much To DoIt's just wrong that it takes me a full Saturday to get over a 5 day work week. It's amazing what stress does to the body and mind. After a long week of work stress and rush hour traffic, all I want to do is stare at the TV. I don't want to dress, think, talk, or make any decisions. Add to this the three evenings spent at the high school for various commitments, and the stress of my son's grades and future, I can barely function come the weekend.<br />
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So where in this madness does art and writing fit in? Well, when you don't have any down time, everything else is a chore. How sad is that! Envy is an unhealthy emotion, unnecessary negative energy. Still, it's hard not to envy those who have so much time, those raised with money, who don't have to worry about bills, don't have to work, or can do whatever they want. How little the Kardashian and Jenner kids know of struggle and putting dreams aside for the well being of others. Yet, they are admired for their accomplishments. It's very confusing, what is there to admire about people who were handed everything. It's easy to make cake when all of the ingredients we already there for you.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02081373093902251692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-24812666648061432052015-06-17T14:06:00.002-06:002015-06-17T14:07:13.179-06:00Time Flies!<div class="MsoNormal">
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getting older. I didn’t have issues about turning thirty or even forty, but
lately the aging thing has completely wierded me out! <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve been thinking about it. There is my job, a mostly
stressful job. A job that I spend too much time driving to and from. A job that
is not what I had dreamed I would be doing to earn a living. A job that I like,
not love. A job that is necessary, stable, and provides for my family, yet I
tend to have a lot of resentment towards the job that takes away so much of my
time. Time I could be using to draw and write. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now that time is so precious, I’m realizing that each day
that passes is another day that I have not published a book! The sad thing is
that if I could turn back time, be twenty again, I wouldn’t take advantage of
my time. Back then, I thought I had all the time in the world. That old saying
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I worked so hard on the query letter. Still, it didn't win any of them over. Now, I can't seem to sit down and write anymore. I have so much in my head, ready to be put on paper and that little voice, the whiny one, keeps saying, "Why waste you're time mate. No one will like it anyway." Did I mention that my little voice has an English accent?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I finally started writing again. I have about for stories going right now that are not complete, and two that are. I think they are all great stories. I'd read them and I read a lot! The Star Relic is an amazing story about shape shifters. Who doesn't like shape shifters? I specifically queried agents who wanted fantasy. I've gotten amazing reviews and feedback on this book from beta-readers, so now what? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I am not going to keep these rejections in my head or heart anymore!!! (I just pounded on the desk with a closed fist, which means I am serious and determined.) There are thousands of agents and publishers. I will keep sending queries and in the meantime I will self publish ebooks, join a few writing contest, and basically move on. </span></div>
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Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-65211936293770083012013-11-30T13:08:00.000-07:002013-11-30T13:08:00.096-07:00CourageTime passes much too fast. It seems like I have been writing the same few books forever. I am still taking an advanced writing course. I love it, and it's helping my writing a lot. I'm in the second phase of the second round of editing my book. I have been working on The Star Relic for this course. The book was completed, and since then has been molded, and remolded, taken apart, and put back together again and again. It's been an interesting experience!<br />
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I can't seem to find peace with my story yet. As I have edited I realized I need more emotional impact, more energy, more action. I have been dissecting my story, and hopefully making it better for my readers. At first, my instructor had me split the book into thirds. I edited each part, then she edited each part, then I made changes based on her suggestions. It was eye opening to say the least.<br />
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Now the book has been divided into two parts. I recently finished editing the first half and I am waiting for my instructor's feedback. While I wait I am editing the second half. It's also time to start to research publishers. I need to research pick out three of them for my next assignment. That makes my stomach ache. That is the hard part isn't it? The part where you will learn and accept either being loved, or rejected. Am I ready for that?<br />
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This is my dream. To be a published author. To share my stories with the world. I'm scared but I'm not giving up. My journey continues... <br />
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Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-84364315103996225982013-05-11T12:14:00.000-06:002013-05-15T21:44:56.508-06:00Will it ever be enough?A long time ago, a really good friend of mine once gave me a letter. It was song lyrics, and I keep it close to me still, years later. Everyone has something inside that eats at them. Something that tugs at their very soul. Mine is that I have wasted so much time. That I have watched other's allow themselves to experience life outside of the walls we all put up around ourselves. If you never take chances, how will you ever know?<br />
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Did I ever say that I don't appreciate my life? Probably not, it wouldn't be true. I never took as many chances with my life that I would have liked, because it was not just my own life that I would be taking chances with. I have accomplished a lot, at nineteen years old, I never would have believed I could. Still, I wonder. I stare up at the sky, I look far beyond at the mountains to the west to feel amazed, and remember that there are no limitations. I feel hope and the absolute need to succeed.<br />
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Success, means something different to everyone. To me, success means that I am able to do the things that I love, and that I am able to support myself by doing them. It is true you know, if you love what you do, you will never work a day in your life.<br />
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So, back to the letter. The letter that I keep so close, the letter that I look at when I feel tired, when I feel like I have wasted time, when I feel like I have been left behind by adventure and chance. It ends like this...<br />
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<em>You will never feel, that you have done enough</em><br />
<em>But you have, in the eyes of the world, you have done so much</em><br />
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thunder made me glance to the west and in the distance I could see a dark spot
within the murky gray clouds. The spot danced gracefully, and as it drew near I
realized it had wings. They were fighting against the wind and rain and surprisingly
winning. I was watching a crow, and as it flew closer I felt myself getting hot
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vibrated and shimmered, silvery sparkles surrounded him until finally, he turned
into a beautiful boy. He was wearing blue jeans, brown work boots, and that’s
it. I would have smiled with absolute pleasure at the sight of him, if I wasn’t
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his shoulders and he hugged himself as he shivered. He frowned and looked around.
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The stories in my head won't stop flowing! Here is another project I am working on. This one is a story I am writing about the life of Medusa. The life before she became a monster that is. I also thought that I would draw her for you (pre-monster).<br /> <br /> Excerpt:<br /> The woman in the mural was beautiful, with the most precious smile he had ever seen. She had deep brilliant blue eyes, like ocean water that you wanted to swim in. Her eyes sparkled of knowledge and happine<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">ss. Her hair was brown with golden highlights and in flowed elegantly past her shoulders to her waste. It looked unbelievably soft, even in this mural it seemed you could reach out and touch it, and as Ampelius stared at the mural her hair started to flow as if a breeze flowed through it. The mural was alive and he gaped at it with amazement.<br /> The woman was wearing a priestess gown. He recognized it. All of Athena’s temple priestesses wore these white gowns. The gown made her skin glow, golden and radiant. Her skin tone was olive and you could see the kiss of the sun on it. It was as if the sun reveled in her beauty as well. She wore a crown of gold in the shape of snake with ruby eyes. A belt at her waist was a golden olive branch. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips were full and pink. She smiled down at him from the mural. He was drawn to the woman on the wall as she was amazing and unbelievably gorgeous.</span></div>
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Well Fans, once again I wanted you to see who I picture when I write. I drew this so you could see this character from my mind. This is Remi Torrez, from my novel titled <strong>Broken</strong>. </div>
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Here is an excerpt from the book: <br />Remi stared at herself in the mirror. The image she saw was the one from a year ago. A girl, bruised, alone, and tormented, stared back at her. </div>
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Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-45098600283824779902013-02-03T14:21:00.000-07:002013-02-03T21:49:07.081-07:00Resentment<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Resentment: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The feeling
of displeasure or indignation at some act, remark, person, etc., regarded as
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Is it normal to be thankful, yet feel resentment toward other
things in your life? I know that I am truly blessed to have my health, to have healthy
children, to have a good job. These are things that I will never take for granted.
But lately I find that I feel angry inside. I feel like I am fragmented, that I
have put all of my eggs into the baskets of my responsibilities and not my
dreams. But isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">People often dissapoint me, and I find that no matter how
hard I work to keep my life drama free and uncomplicated, I can’t seem to stop
some of that from slipping through. How do I deal with it? I don’t. I won’t. I
absolutely refuse to let any negativity impact me. I don’t like watching the
news, and lately negative television shows hit my "no" list. I don’t even like
discussing negative subjects. I just shut down and I know that really makes the
people in my life frustrated. but it's the best I can do.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My feelings are not easily exhibited. I don’t let my anger
and disappointment show like most other people do. I do most of my releasing
through my writing and my art. I often let songs say how I feel for me. I'll listen to a song over and over if it reflects how I feel in the moment. Unfortunately, when I don’t get to do write or draw as often as I would like, it really eats me up inside. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s where the resentment grows and
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The truth is, I just want to create. Not
getting to put 100% of myself into doing this things has left me…resentful. I can’t
help it, no matter what I do, that knot in my stomach twists at the thought of
the time that I spend driving to work, and being at work. I could get so much
done with my writing and art if I could spend that time focused on just these
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But life is life, isn’t it? I have to continue to spend what
time I can doing the things I love, because not doing them would devastate me.
Someday, when the time is right and it is meant to be, I will get the
opportunity to write and draw, not in my free time, but as my labor of love. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Did you ever wonder what happened to the victims? Their
stories were all over the news; everyone was talking about it, the tragedy, and
the unbelievable circumstances. Then, a few days go by, and everyone moves on
with their lives, talking about new tragedies and new victims. What happened to
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well I decided I would write a book about a victim. About
how she is struggling with life after tragedy strikes, and changes her life
forever. She hasn’t forgotten about the tragedy, in fact it haunts her every
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I added the first Chapter to my latest piece to my website. The
novel is called Broken. Check it out at <a href="http://www.tanyachamain.com/">www.tanyachamain.com</a>.</span></div>
Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-69246096307239469072012-11-26T22:07:00.002-07:002012-11-26T22:07:54.771-07:00Move On!
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have been an observer and a participant in the many
debates this year’s presidential election has caused. As a woman, a mutlti-racial
person, with mutli-racial children, and a husband who is also multi-racial,
this election has caused many sparks to my emotions. Top that off with a house
hold with different religious preferences and backgrounds, you would think we
would be arguing all of the time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This however, is not the case. I love the fact that we have
such a diverse history, present, and future. T What would this world be like if
it were not this way. Boring!!! What is lacking in this country, the country I
love, but often find disappointing, is respect. Many people have little respect
and tolerance for those who do not think, look, and act like them. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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Republicans "have so much of their own collective identity wrapped up in
the belief that they're surrounded by free-loading, job-averse parasites who
not only want to smoke weed and have recreational abortions all day long, but
want hardworking white Christians like them to pay the tab," </span><a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/blogs/taibblog/hey-rush-limbaugh-starting-an-abortion-industry-wont-win-you-female-voters-20121108" target="_hplink"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Taibbi wrote</span></span></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. "Their whole belief system...is inherently
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We had people trying to secede because their candidate lost.
I am seeing unbelievable disrespect for the office of the President of the
United States. It’s quite shocking and disheartening actually. The election is
over, it was fair and the results are that President Obama, is President again.
And so what, let him do his job, stop being so hateful and negative already.
MOVE ON!</span></div>
Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-39921164233377183002012-10-14T14:41:00.002-06:002012-10-14T14:41:52.085-06:00UnthinkableLast weeks football practice was filled with the normal people and activities, but just on the otherside of the fence, there were police, FBI, CBI, and volunteer search teams combing the nieborhood, the school just 100 yeards away, and open space were anyone could get lost. But as these boys practiced, this activity that surrounded them on the other side of the fence weighed on their minds and hearts.<br />
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A child had gone missing, she was supposed to have gone to school one morning, but never made it. The community pulled together to find her, but after a week of hoping, all hope was lost, Jessica would never come home again. <br />
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Saturday came with so much pain and fear. A community broken, asking why. But this football team wanted to show their support the best way they knew how. All of their touchdown bucket money would be donated to Jessica's family. They wore stickers on their helmets in her memory, and the oposing team's coach lead a prayer of support. <br />
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In the aftermath, we will all fear for our children until the person who did this is brought to justice. We will all be suspiscious of anyone who looks out of place, of anyone who seems to linger around schools to long. We will hold our chilren close, and talk to them about how to deal with a stranger who may approach them. We will have to answer questions to scared children about evil people, answers we adults do not have. <br />
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My prayers go to Jessica's family.<br />
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Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-4874992880741255892012-09-17T14:10:00.001-06:002012-09-17T14:20:55.983-06:00Excuses<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I hear excuses all day long. It gets tiresome really. I can expect this from children, but in my case, I hear them from adults and most of all from adults in laedership positions. At what point does someone like this stop making excuses, decide to take action, work with what they have, put in extra effort, and get things done? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-35229228783121139912012-09-06T19:43:00.002-06:002012-09-06T20:44:26.145-06:00The Law of Attraction<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The first path I have taken is one of peace, inside and out.
I am working toward new habits. The first one is to “let things go”. I can’t
fix or change everything, but I can deal with them the best that I can. I will
not obsess over the things that I cannot control, but I can deal them the best
way that I can. I will not let myself obsess over the outcomes of my decisions,
mistakes, or the changes in my life, good or bad. I will deal them the best way
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The second path that I am taking is that of positive karma
and energy. Obsession: Focusing on one thing to the point that it consumes you,
to the point that you forget everything else. When you do this you give so much
of your energy to whatever it is that you are obsessing over. If you obsess
about your fears, you give your fears power. If you obsess about someone or
something you hate, you feed that hate, making it manifest and devour you. If
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People have their opinions, their beliefs, their faults, and that is just the
way it is. I have my own opinions, beliefs and faults. We can share these
things in a positive forum, debate our differences, but in the end after we
have pleaded our cases, after we have explained our own reasoning and rationale,
and we are still not on the same page…we all must just agree to disagree.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My best friend Nataline is a healer of the soul. She is the owner of Strawberry
Moon Energetics and Holistic Healing<span lang="EN" style="display: none; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-hide: all;">Owner, Strawberry Moon Energetics &
Holistic Healing & Traditional Medicine</span><span lang="EN"> </span>and
Traditional Medicine. I went to her, not as a best friend but as I client,
a student searching for balance. I learned that I have to change the energy within
myself, to gain the things, positive things that I desire in my life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The law of attraction is simple really. You attract into
your life whatever you think about. Your dominant thoughts and emotions will
find a way to manifest and become real. So I am putting all of my energy into
my dreams, into all dreams, for all of the people in my life, pulling all
things positive outward and inward though me so that I can heal and be happy. </span></div>
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Where am I?<br />
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That's a question I often ask myself. My answer has been the same for a long time. I am not where I want to be. Not as far as the things I want to be doing that is. I have started traveling this road to my dreams late in life. So as my oldest son starts to move toward his, I am trying to move toward my own. A place in the near future.<br />
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I am moving toward this place that I have always envisioned myself being, and it feels like I am swimming in a pool of mud, pushing myself further, and harder to reach it. I am taking a second writing class, one that I was recommended for, that's a fact I am very proud of. It means that someone, a published writer (my professor), felt that my talent was worth moving forward. <br />
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My new professor is also a published writer and an artist. I could not have picked a better fit. So I am writing and dissecting one of my stories, so that in less then a year, I will be ready and prepared to look for someone to publish it, and to look for an agent willing to lead the way and take care of my best interests. That seems like a trip to mars on a pedal bike...but a trip I am taking.<br />
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So my friends, I end this blog today, listening to Creep by Radiohead. That's sort of strange isn't it?Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-72742120931246851012012-07-25T22:26:00.003-06:002012-07-25T22:29:39.806-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tragedy so close to home, makes it so much pleasurable to escape. I love to read, write, and draw. The violence in the world is so unreal, so sad, and so unecessary. But in the end, I found a story because of this tragedy. I found that, we all forget about the victims soon after the trial, and after the news gets old. The victims of the senseless violence are my inspiration, and I will publish this book for them. Remember the victims, not the monster who committed the violence.Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-86525567191358313212012-06-28T13:21:00.000-06:002012-09-03T13:45:03.442-06:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m still writing, I’m still drawing, and I’m still not making enough time to do both! Still, I can probably recite my first manuscript word for word at this point. I have written it, then rewrite, after rewrite, after rewrite, I am rewriting it again. I have heard, this is normal and I continue to find errors, or things I don’t like, or that I want to change, or things I want to add. The manuscript is coming along fine though. I am fine tuning it, and once I submit it, I am sure the rewriting will have to happen again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You can find me, on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and my website. I have spent a lot of time trying to get someone to see me, and give me the opportunity of a lifetime. I will continue to write, and imagine, and express myself. I will continue to do this, forever. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There are a lot of mentors out there with wonderful advice, but there are a lot of author’s out there too. Many of them I have communicated with, and I think many of them are so talented. I support those like me, and in turn have found the same support. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The bottom line is that I love to create. I love to tell a story, and make people think outside of their little boxes. Make them fall in love with my characters, make them want more. Creating is all that I can do, to make me feel whole and happy. So I will continue to write and rewrite and one day, I will be positing my publishing dates for all of you!</span></div>
Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-5578738971456047922012-06-10T10:33:00.000-06:002012-06-10T10:33:31.130-06:00Moving forward..<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I still haven’t managed to get control of my time. I’m not
sure why, but there are a lot of excuses that I can come up with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First, there isn’t enough of it, second, I
feel so exhausted, and the third one is that m mind seems to wander… a lot. None
the less, I want to write for a living so bad, I can taste it. So I will
continue to write, and market, and get the word out, because eventually,
someone who matters in this crazy world will notice. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The website is great. If you haven’t had a chance to take a look, do so. <a href="http://www.tanyachamain.com/"><span style="color: blue;">www.tanyachamain.com</span></a></span></span></div>
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Now it's time to get more serious about pulishing. I am going to get Rayne, Fallen Angels on Smashwords soon, but I have to edit the manuscript some more. I will update the blog as soo as I get it done!Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-31426997517222950972012-02-26T20:50:00.000-07:002012-02-26T20:50:36.191-07:00Got this rejection letter rejection from a wonderful Fiction Writers gulid group discussion on LinkedIn. Thanks Greg this made me laugh! Enjoy!<br />
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Dear Agent/Editor/Publisher,<br />
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Thank you very much for your recent rejection notification, but I am afraid that I cannot accept it at this time.<br />
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Please understand that I receive a high volume of rejection notifications and must be highly selective in choosing those that I am able to handle.<br />
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The acceptance of rejection notifications is a highly subjective process. The fact that I have decided to pass on your rejection in no way signifies your rejection writing is sub-par. In fact, I strongly encourage you to continue rejecting the queries and submissions you receive each day, and I wish you luck in all of your hope-crushing and dream-dashing endeavors.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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The future Pulitzer Prize recipient you can’t believe you didn’t signTanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-20075183785124370162011-11-27T12:11:00.002-07:002011-11-27T13:06:44.219-07:00Inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjVv1qN7WZZp4W9I1iqF1-NqPxBo5-RvQI3WuR0Izt71QU5Msk7jb_3-u8YgY92_apmRax9PJuYy-_OUM8pTaNQfVPBXspwQqObahQOe-sNz2dsMeQR0DfIjf5R9YiEr-4Al_dCzRTv8qH/s1600/2011-11-25+15.57.15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjVv1qN7WZZp4W9I1iqF1-NqPxBo5-RvQI3WuR0Izt71QU5Msk7jb_3-u8YgY92_apmRax9PJuYy-_OUM8pTaNQfVPBXspwQqObahQOe-sNz2dsMeQR0DfIjf5R9YiEr-4Al_dCzRTv8qH/s320/2011-11-25+15.57.15.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Inspiration. There’s a word. I am always looking for things that inspire me. Things that make my stomach tighten or that make me feel as if you have butterflies in it. Something that, when I look at the world is suddenly good again, something that leaves me in awe of its massive unexplainable beauty. These things are all around me, but I forget to look, or I do not have time to look. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Still, I realized that I was missing something in my life, inspiration from things that make me feel alive. I drove to the Wahatoya’s recently, into Cuchara, into the San Isabel National Forest. The Wahatoya’s pulled me in and woke me up. These twin peaks sat in my back yard for my entire childhood unappreciated to say the least. As each year has passed, I find myself missing the mere the sight of them. </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I see mountains everyday just as beautiful and grand as the Wahatoya’s but that gets tainted everyday that I have to drive east to work, away from the beauty and majestic landscape to the west. Away from the obvious miracles given to us by the Great Spirit and into the man made, cement colored, unnatural landscape to the east. It seriously depresses me sometimes. </span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Wahatoya’s remind me of a simpler, more peaceful life. A life that I think everyone deserves - a kind of life that has been stripped away by the obsession for power and need for money. For most of us the mere need to survive drives us away from simplicity because we have to. We have to be involved and be part of the madness so that we can take care of our families. We are given no choice because money rules, without it - you starve, you fail, and you can’t survive. </span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So in truth I spend hours a day on the freeway, to get to a job that is stressful and uninspiring. But…it pays the bills and unfortunately that is all that matters when you have mouths to feed. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> don't get me wrong, </span>I like my job, I like most of the people there, but I realized that I don’t love it. I want to create and inspire others. To draw pictures and write stories. So I took a trip to a place that made me remember what I really wanted out of life…fulfillment, inspiration and the chance do something that I love from the very pit of my soul. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646160401873187738.post-11855266700098710762011-11-08T13:35:00.000-07:002011-11-09T13:12:30.438-07:00New book I am working on...Teaser number 1<div style="text-align: left;">This is the start of a new book. I am working on a few of them, the ideas float in my head and I have to get them out. I hope that all of you enjoy this and want to see more. That's the idea after all. Enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chapter One</div><br />
I stood atop the north facing ledge on the western peak of the Wahatoya’s watching and listening for any danger or trespassers. The day had been long. Storms continuously gathered on the mountains and it had rained for hours. I was at thirteen thousand feet elevation so even in the summer the air was frigid up here. I was tired, cold, very hungry, and my skin hurt as each rain drop hit it.<br />
If I shifted I would be warm but more likely tempted to leave to hunt and I couldn’t leave. We were on high alert and guarding the mountains was our highest priority right now. I wondered if I could partial shift. Human body, fur to keep me warm, sounded like the perfect combination.<br />
Usually I could get my fangs or claws of my alter form to appear on my human form but not my fur. This was usually my reaction to high emotion, not so much a controlled occurrence, it just happened. I knew it was possible, I had seen the elder shifters partially shift before. Like me it was usually by accident but still possible. Caleb and I had been trying to partial shift since the first time we both starting shifting. Neither of us had been very successful. <br />
I concentrated hard feeling the tingle of power flow through my body. I called to my spirit animal but still tried to keep it from taking over my body one hundred percent. It was hard and exhausting to allow it and fight it back at the same time.<br />
“Come on fur,” I said quietly to no one.<br />
I felt the sides and top of my head tingle. I lifted my cold stiff hands to feel around, I had no ears. I moved my fingers higher on my head and located fuzzy ears up there. I snorted. I must look like Cat Woman. At least my ears were warmer now. Excited about the breakthrough I tried again, concentrating hard but nothing more happened except my ears were back to normal again. <br />
“Come on,” I growled with frustration.<br />
No one heard me complain. I’d obviously been up here too long. I was talking to myself now. I took a deep breath. I was a shape shifter not a multiple personality case. Well maybe that’s not right either. Technically in animal form I was different then I was in human form, more intense and aggressive I was told. So I guess I do have multiple personalities in a sense.<br />
I tried to concentrate again and this time I felt my butt tingle. I strained my neck to look back and of course there it was, my tail whipping around mindlessly. I felt light headed from the magic so I decided to give up on the fur coat. My sister Kallista was supposed to come and relieve me soon anyway. I had been up here for ten hours a few more minutes in the cold rain wouldn’t hurt. I looked at my cell phone clock. <br />
“She better not be late,” I mumbled shivering violently.<br />
I backed up to lean against the stone wall of the ledge trying to get a break from the cold rain. Lightning flashed furiously lighting up the dark gray sky around me. From here I could see for miles in the distance despite the rain. Not far from these peaks the sun was shining bright making the valley and prairies almost too bright to look at. I growled. My friends were probably out there, having a good time.<br />
Crashing thunder made me glance to the west and in the distance I could see a dark spot within the murky gray clouds. The spot danced gracefully and as it drew near I realized it had wings and they were fighting against the wind and rain and surprisingly winning. The spot was a crow and as it flew closer I felt myself getting hot. My blood flowed to my face as anger made me forget my lack of comfort. <br />
The large crow landed and cawed circling comically on the ledge a few feet away from me. I moved closer to the cawing crow and knelt down beside him.<br />
“Would you please shift? I’m not in the mood,” I yelled irritably over the rain and thunder.<br />
The crow vibrated shimmering gold and silver until finally it tuned into a beautiful eighteen year old boy. I would have smiled with pleasure at the sight of him if I was not so angry. Caleb was laughing when his transformation was complete. His thick black hair draped over his shoulders and he hugged himself as he shivered. He frowned and looked around. He was shirtless and his golden brown skin showed goose bumps as the rain fell on him.<br />
“I should have worn a jacket. It’s colder than I thought up here,” he said.<br />
“You should have worn a shirt,” I said sarcastically.<br />
“I was swimming. I didn’t have time to go home and change.”<br />
“What are you doing here Caleb? Where is Kallista,” I asked.<br />
“She is going to be late I guess. I was asked to come on guard until she got here,” Caleb said as he moved toward the wall at the back of the ledge for cover. <br />
I screamed out of pure frustration, “She is unbelievable. She only has a four hour shift to do. I’ve been up here over ten hours! Just wait until I tell my father.”<br />
Caleb rubbed his arms still trying to warm himself as I turned on him glaring accusingly. He put his hands up defensively.<br />
“Hey Mia, don’t kill the messenger. Someone has to patrol and I knew you would be tired so I volunteered when Jasper called me. I’m trying to earn some brownie points with him so I couldn’t refuse when he asked me to do this favor for Kalli.”<br />
My jaw tightened and I clenched my fists cutting my palms with my claws. I could feel skin break and the burn that followed as blood dripped and stained the wet rock beneath me. Caleb rolled his eyes which definitely did not help my growing temper as I wavered between animal and human form.<br />
“Come on Mia, calm down. Look what you are doing to your hands.” <br />
Caleb walked to me grabbing my wrists and putting them to his chest so I would relax my hands. My claws retracted instantly with his touch. I looked at my hands on his chest as they warmed against him. Blood ran down his stomach and I felt him send healing energy through me. My hands tingled and the bleeding stopped. He smiled making his deep dimples deep. <br />
“I wanted to see you anyway. No one lets us be alone more than ten minutes anymore and I would’ve done anything to be alone with you,” Caleb added.<br />
His sweet words had little effect on my frustrations with my sister.<br />
“Are you telling me that my father called you,” I asked through clinched teeth.<br />
“Both. First Kallista then Jasper. He called a few of us but I am the only one that agreed to come up to relieve you.”<br />
“What’s the problem now? Did Kalli break a nail or will the rain flatten her hair,” I said turning to stare angrily into the distance. My own brown hair dripping wet. The distant sun looked warm from under this mountain’s clouds making me angrier. The twin peaks made their own weather. They did not care that it was summer everywhere else.<br />
I didn’t want to take my frustrations out on Caleb. None of this had anything to do with him and he was only trying to help me. But my sister Kallista had been getting out of guard a lot more lately and it was driving me crazy. Add to the fact that the two of us had always been at odds anyway. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister but I didn’t like her very much most of the time. She was selfish, spoiled, and whined way too much for my patience. <br />
I felt Caleb come closer. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close making our bodies meld together. I turned into him and faced him. His eyes were black and if you looked into them you could see they had silver flecks in them. When magic flowed through him the flecks of silver would sparkle making his eyes look like a little star filled night skies. I could get lost in his eyes.<br />
He kissed my forehead moving slowly to my earlobe, down my jaw line and to my neck. I giggled and his lips full and soft met mine. I let him kiss me a long time making the anger I felt for Kalli fade away into oblivion as the cold rain fell on us. I put my hands to the back of his neck pulling him closer and putting my fingers through his wet hair. He turned us and before I knew it my back was against the wall of the ledge.<br />
We kissed like we had never kissed before, mostly because I always shied away from him. This time I allowed my hands to drift along his shoulders and back lightly caressing every one of his perfectly formed muscles. He was absolutely breathtaking and I always found it impossible not to want to touch him but managed to refrain from doing so most of the time. <br />
When he finally pulled away both of us were breathing hard. I wasn’t cold anymore, in fact I was hot and I hoped he didn’t notice how much I enjoyed that kiss. He put his head on my shoulder and laughed. <br />
“What,” I asked pushing him away.<br />
He smiled mischievously making his Mario Lopez dimples deeper on each of his cheeks. Before I could complain he grabbed by hands in his and pulled me into a tight hug again. I let him hold me. Let him soothe my nerves like only he could do. I put my cheek to the center of his bare chest taking in his scent and listening to the rhythm of his heart. Nothing smelled as good as Caleb did to me. He smelled like the air after it rained on a spring day, green grass, and pine trees. When I allowed myself to let go of my inhibitions his presence filled my senses taking me to a place far away. <br />
“You make me crazy Miakoda. When I need you, I need you quickly. Even freezing rain on a lonely mountain top can’t keep me from the chance to kiss you like that,” he said into my ear.Tanya Chamainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13665733384542913466noreply@blogger.com0