Thursday, June 28, 2012

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.
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.
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.  
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!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Moving forward..


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.  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.
The website is great. If you haven’t had a chance to take a look, do so. www.tanyachamain.com
I will make it to the top of this literature mountain.

Monday, April 30, 2012

New Website

Well, it's official. I have my own domain. www.TanyaChamain.com  My link to the world. I have been working hard to self promote the site. It looks great and I have had a blast getting it all together. It's very me, and I think it's enteraining and artsy.

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!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Got this rejection letter rejection from a wonderful Fiction Writers gulid group discussion on LinkedIn. Thanks Greg this made me laugh! Enjoy!

Dear Agent/Editor/Publisher,

Thank you very much for your recent rejection notification, but I am afraid that I cannot accept it at this time.

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.

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.

Sincerely,

The future Pulitzer Prize recipient you can’t believe you didn’t sign

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Inspiration

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.  

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.

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.

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.

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.  don't get me wrong, 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.   

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

New book I am working on...Teaser number 1

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!

Chapter One

      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.
      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.
     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.
      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.
     “Come on fur,” I said quietly to no one.
     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.
     “Come on,” I growled with frustration.
     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.
     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.
     “She better not be late,” I mumbled shivering violently.
      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.
     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.
     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.
     “Would you please shift? I’m not in the mood,” I yelled irritably over the rain and thunder.
     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.
     “I should have worn a jacket. It’s colder than I thought up here,” he said.
     “You should have worn a shirt,” I said sarcastically.
     “I was swimming. I didn’t have time to go home and change.”
     “What are you doing here Caleb? Where is Kallista,” I asked.
     “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.
     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.”
     Caleb rubbed his arms still trying to warm himself as I turned on him glaring accusingly. He put his hands up defensively.
     “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.”
     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.
     “Come on Mia, calm down. Look what you are doing to your hands.”
      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.
     “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.
His sweet words had little effect on my frustrations with my sister.
     “Are you telling me that my father called you,” I asked through clinched teeth.
     “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.”
    “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.
     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.
     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.
     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.
     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.
     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.
     “What,” I asked pushing him away.
     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.
     “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.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Overwhelmed and Teaser 3

Today is Sunday and I am sitting here in front of my computer staring at it and wondering what the hell should I do now? I read the “thanks but no thanks” query letter about five times just now. I know I have to write more but as I have been thinking about by book, nonstop for days upon days I realized…I'm not done. First, it’s way too long. I have to split it into two books. That means that I have a lot of work to do.

I already started on another book and I have about two short stories due for school. I need to try to get a non-fiction article published. At least it’s written but like I said, writing is the easy part.

So overwhelmed is the word for today and so is irritated, frustrated and uninspired.

I often find inspiration from music so that is where I started, listening to music and I hope that within an hour or so I will once again be so ensnared in the other world's that are currently entangled in my imagination that my fingers will be sore from writing it all down.

In the mean time, here is another teaser for my readers. This is a scene showing the internal struggle of her love for Jesse and how the main character struggles with what she wants to do and what she has to do.

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I avoided leaving the entire summer. I figured that Jesse would take my leaving better once he started his senior year. It even worked out better that he was able to play football after all. His leg would never be one hundred percent but the doctor cleared him to play if he promised not to push it too far. Coach Reynolds was thrilled to have Jesse back, his leadership alone was valuable. The coach made sure that Jesse could play and that he did not push him too far. So Jesse seemed happy again but I was miserable.
We were hanging out at my place after a football game. I was moody, I couldn’t help it. I was contemplating my future, without Jesse. That reality was eating at me, everyday that voice pounded in my head. It's time to go, it's time to go. I needed to figure out how and when I was going to leave but thinking of it was making me feel physically sick. We hadn’t said much to each other all night, which was rare but the past few weeks the tension between us had gotten worse. Finally, Jesse shut off the television when Sports Center ended. I looked up at the blank TV screen as my mind stopped wandering and sulking in my grief. 
 Jesse looked at me and frowned. “What’s wrong with you lately?”
“What. Nothing,” I said defensively.
“No something’s wrong. I don’t want to sit around being uncomfortable with your obvious bad mood and I really don’t want to sit here and debate about it with you either,” he said irritably getting up from the couch.
I knew I was being difficult, grouchy, and annoying but I couldn't help myself. The grief was starting be unbearable as my time with him shortened.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were nominated for homecoming king,” I said. Not knowing why I even brought it up.
Jesse sat back down and shrugged. I didn’t add anymore and he looked at me suspiciously. His eyes narrowed and I could see that he was trying to measure my mood before he answered.
“It’s not a big deal,” he said and he leaned back in the couch again.
“Yes it is. You are a senior and a football player and homecoming is a big deal. You should go to the dance. I don’t want you to not do these things because of me,” I said angrily.
My tone even surprised me. Jesse smirked and shook his head. I did not have to read his mind to know that he did not appreciate my attitude towards him. I waited both patiently and apprehensively for his retort.
“Whatever Rayne. I didn’t say I wasn’t going to the homecoming events. So if that’s what your problem has been, you don’t have a problem anymore, so you can stop being a b,” he started to say but he stopped himself. I saw guilt flash on his face but then I frowned at him. He continued, “Is that what your mood has been about, me missing out on my life. Missing out on having fun because of you. I would hope you would save this personality shift and mood for something more important.”
I stared at him forgetting that he did not know why I was so moody. He didn’t know I loved him or that I was grieving over him. All of this trivial drama, I was making up as I went along. Jesse going anywhere or doing anything without me was bothering me, but not enough to pick a fight with him like I was doing. I just couldn’t stop myself. It was like I was opening a shaken soda bottle. Once I twisted the top off the mess was inevitable. Jesse was getting annoyed with me and I was thinking, maybe this was a good thing, so my mood took on new reason and meaning.
“It’s been part of it. I’m staying here in Sedona and so you are not spending time with your friends at school. Missing out on things you shouldn’t be. Both of us shouldn’t have to continue to sacrifice our lives like this. Time is passing us by,” I said.
He stood up. His face was blank but his eyes remained intense as he watched me. I could tell that he was calculating in his head about what to say and what to do. Finally, he shook his head and laughed and with that laugh anger washed across his face.
“You are unbelievable. You said you were leaving. Let me reiterate, I am not forcing you to stay here. I asked you to stay and you said you couldn’t so I dropped the subject. You owe me nothing, so leave. If you are so miserable, leave, but don’t take it out on me that you haven’t done what you keep saying you want to do.” He turned and grabbed his duffle bag. He looked down at me and I could see his lip twitching as he tried to stop glowering at me. “As for my friends and homecoming, no worries, that’s covered too. I asked Taylor Martinez to the homecoming dance,” he said bitingly condescending.
I stared angrily at him. I felt heat rush over my body and I felt my heart break at the same time. He stared at me, his face unreadable now. I guessed he was not sure what my problem could be or what to expect from me. I felt tears run down my cheeks defying my attempt to fight them back. Jesse’s brow wrinkled and he put his thumb and pointer finger to the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. He shut his eyes tight and a few long seconds later he looked up at me.
“Rayne, why are you doing this? You continuously remind me that we are only friends as far as you are concerned. That I need to spend more time with my friends at school and less time with you. You remind me daily that you are leaving, that you are wasting time staying here. You start badgering me about homecoming and then when I tell you that I am going with Taylor…you cry. You’re a million people from one day to the next lately. It’s frustrating,” he said.
I could hear the frustration in his voice he did not have to admit to it. I could see the confusion and hurt on his face as well. He was right. If all he was to me is a friend, why on earth would I cry about him going on a date? I wasn’t hiding my emotions anymore. It felt like I had lost the ability to hide them. I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks and took a deep breath but said nothing for a few more seconds while I composed myself.
“I am just a mess right now. It’s nothing that you are doing or that you have done. You should go to the dance with Taylor…and you should enjoy yourself,” I said as more tears defied me again falling steadily from my eyes.
Some composure, I thought frustrated at myself. Jesse started to come to sit next to me but I shook my head and he stopped midway. He took a step back as chagrin spread across his face instantly.
“Rayne, I can’t do this. You are making me crazy. I hate watching you be all miserable. Now you’re pushing me away. I need to go,” he said hastily.
All I could do was nod, not able to find the strength to speak. I didn’t know what to say anyway. Before I realized that I had made a mess out of things he was gone. I sat alone and cried the rest of the night. It was pathetic and I hated myself for being so weak and stupid. So human.
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Hope you enjoyed it. May the elements surround and protect you.