Tonight's musical muse: Out of Goodbyes courtesy of Maroon 5 and Lady Antibellum
Just a "blurb" tonight. I officially joined "Twitter" so follow me on "jojomuses." Who knew I'd go "global?" Waiting for midnight to roll around so I can write my first words to NaNoWriMo. Still haven't decided between two paranormals "floating" (ha!) in my head: The Preacher's Daughter's Dark Secret or The Soul Guardians. Also have another dystopian fanstasy tickling my "imagination station" titled Skye is Falling. We'll see what shoots out my fingers an onto the keyboard. Stay tuned!
Come back & give me "written support" as I set off my new November adventure. Later!! Joelene (can you believe someone else has Harley Brooks on Twitter! Well, @#!$ I say!)
Signing off with a thought: Anything is possible once you set your mind to it, so don't let anyone or anything stand between you and your dreams.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
EPIPHANY: Revelation
Current Listen: Good Life courtesy of One Republic
Tonight I discovered how badly I want to be a published author. While fame and fortune would be beyond wonderful, I really want to be "immortalized" (and while remaining beautiful and young at the seductive bite of a handsome vampire sounds appealing, there would always be the "blood" thing). Years from now, my posterity can go to a library or download on line something written by me. By getting to know my characters, they will be become acquainted with me because a piece of me is in every character I create. A part of me will remain tangible long after I've passed into author heaven. With that said, I give you a glimpse into Designer Genes, through my characters eyes:
THE PROGRAM. A government controlled matchmaking conglomerate, and the essence of evil against innocence.Marli Davis – Pink-banded with 4 diamonds
Seventeen years old and my destiny’s already decided, and not by me. I’m a prime candidate in The Program, a government based matchmaking service, designed to align young adults of equal caliber, hoping they’ll fall in love, marry and produce babies with perfect genetic markers. Babies to be cloned. So far, no one has ever produced a perfect child. But that was before I became part of the “greater purpose.”
Grandma Davis and Mom apparently believe in my potential, illegally forging my father’s signature on my acceptance papers and landing me in the middle of a surreptitious world. Soon I discover that fighting for my independence may cause me to lose it, along with my heart, to Jordan Mason, the gorgeous blue-banded candidate selected as my soul mate.
However, while Jordan spends time making up his jealous mind, his twin brother, Jesse, yellow-banded and the definition of forbidden, plays devil’s advocate, pushing my mind and body to the limit. If being delightfully sandwiched between brothers in a dangerous “game of hearts” isn’t enough, my impetuous temper, fueled by the drama created by the Mason brothers, pushes me to accept an interview with Douglas Peterson. His wily charms completely drain my well of will power, waging war against my suddenly overactive teenage hormones. What I don’t realize is the dreamy Douglas Peterson is the son of the power hungry enemy of Jordan's and Jesse’s father.
Jordan Mason – Blue-banded with 5 diamonds
My life is perfectly orchestrated to my liking. I’m currently attending Cornell University, just two years from graduating with my medical degree. Although I have personal reservations about the whole cloning process, I’m part of an elite team solely assigned to successfully clone a human.
I’m also not a fan of The Program or this arranged relationship crap. Then I receive a picture on my cell from my twin brother, Jesse. Marli Davis, this seventeen year old girl from Maple Heights, Ohio, met with my mother this afternoon and Jesse coerced this girl, a talent he’s perfected, to go out on our yacht, snorkeling. Unexpected emotions stir within me when I see Marli’s picture.
At first I’m furious with Jesse, but anger quickly turns to jealousy realizing he is with this beautiful creature who is wearing a bikini barely covering her assets. My bones turn spongy and now, Marli Davis consumes my thoughts. Then I meet Marli when she actually falls into my life, landing in front of my Porsche one morning. After an hour in her presence, I can’t control myself and I kiss her. Right then, I realize I want nothing more from life than to hold her in my arms forever. Damn, I’m sunk.
Jesse, my lifetime nemesis has his sights on my future mate and my jealous rages only encourage him. The more I try to pull Marli closer, the more she fears losing her independence, running to the devil himself, to put distance between us. I can handle Jesse, but I’m blindsided by Douglas Peterson. When I discover he’s the candidate I dared Marli to interview with in one of my defiant outbursts, I feel completely helpless for the first time in my life.
Jesse Mason – Yellow-banded, formerly blue-banded with 5 diamonds
I love my life. I traded my blue band wrist shackle for yellow as part of plea bargain for a crime I didn’t even commit, saving my illustrious father from public embarrassment. I don’t give a damn. I have freedom and he has Jordan, my twin brother, to mold into his idea of the perfect son. Meanwhile, my best friends are my guitar and my Lear jet. Playing in a rock band and jetting anywhere I want allows me to forget all the painful memories life throws my way.
Like Marli Davis. Although I’m not sure I want her memory erased, regardless of how bad the empty hole in my heart, hurts for her. Holding Marli in my arms, feeling the warmth of her satiny skin against mine, her lips deliciously pressed to mine with hungry kisses begging for more, haunts me daily. Every nerve ending in my body aches with the desire to have her as my own.
But she never can be. Marli Davis is my brother’s property. Well, truth be told, she’s considered “property of The Program” and is assigned to my other half. Even though I’d sell my soul in a heartbeat for Marli Davis, I respect my brother’s feelings for Marli, which are deeper than he has yet to recognize.
But Prom Night put things to the test. Luckily, I do have scruples, despite rumors to the contrary, and I cared enough for Marli to say the right words and end things before they spun out of control. A split second decision, I promise you.
Douglas Peterson – Blue-banded with 5 diamonds
Sounds like a great plan. Do my father’s bidding and win the heart of an innocent, naive seventeen year old, who happens to be a prime candidate in this convoluted Program. My life’s a series of tests in striving to please my father.
Marli Davis responds to my request for an interview almost too quickly. My loving father discloses to me she’s technically assigned to Jordan Mason, and I don’t have the luxury of time to win her heart. I’m ordered to act fast, dazzle her with romance and take advantage of Marli’s inexperience with managing youthful hormones.
My research of Miss Davis on The Program’s database promptly helps me decide this assignment I’ll gladly give one hundred percent to. Marli Davis will be putty in my hands. When I’m through with her, Jordan Mason will be a distant memory.
When Marli walks out of the concourse doors at the airport, my knees go weak and my tongue slams the pavement. She’s far more beautiful in person and her quick wit, alluring personality, and mesmerizing sapphire eyes win my heart first. I’m the one dazzled.
Tonight I discovered how badly I want to be a published author. While fame and fortune would be beyond wonderful, I really want to be "immortalized" (and while remaining beautiful and young at the seductive bite of a handsome vampire sounds appealing, there would always be the "blood" thing). Years from now, my posterity can go to a library or download on line something written by me. By getting to know my characters, they will be become acquainted with me because a piece of me is in every character I create. A part of me will remain tangible long after I've passed into author heaven. With that said, I give you a glimpse into Designer Genes, through my characters eyes:
THE PROGRAM. A government controlled matchmaking conglomerate, and the essence of evil against innocence.Marli Davis – Pink-banded with 4 diamonds
Seventeen years old and my destiny’s already decided, and not by me. I’m a prime candidate in The Program, a government based matchmaking service, designed to align young adults of equal caliber, hoping they’ll fall in love, marry and produce babies with perfect genetic markers. Babies to be cloned. So far, no one has ever produced a perfect child. But that was before I became part of the “greater purpose.”
Grandma Davis and Mom apparently believe in my potential, illegally forging my father’s signature on my acceptance papers and landing me in the middle of a surreptitious world. Soon I discover that fighting for my independence may cause me to lose it, along with my heart, to Jordan Mason, the gorgeous blue-banded candidate selected as my soul mate.
However, while Jordan spends time making up his jealous mind, his twin brother, Jesse, yellow-banded and the definition of forbidden, plays devil’s advocate, pushing my mind and body to the limit. If being delightfully sandwiched between brothers in a dangerous “game of hearts” isn’t enough, my impetuous temper, fueled by the drama created by the Mason brothers, pushes me to accept an interview with Douglas Peterson. His wily charms completely drain my well of will power, waging war against my suddenly overactive teenage hormones. What I don’t realize is the dreamy Douglas Peterson is the son of the power hungry enemy of Jordan's and Jesse’s father.
Jordan Mason – Blue-banded with 5 diamonds
My life is perfectly orchestrated to my liking. I’m currently attending Cornell University, just two years from graduating with my medical degree. Although I have personal reservations about the whole cloning process, I’m part of an elite team solely assigned to successfully clone a human.
I’m also not a fan of The Program or this arranged relationship crap. Then I receive a picture on my cell from my twin brother, Jesse. Marli Davis, this seventeen year old girl from Maple Heights, Ohio, met with my mother this afternoon and Jesse coerced this girl, a talent he’s perfected, to go out on our yacht, snorkeling. Unexpected emotions stir within me when I see Marli’s picture.
At first I’m furious with Jesse, but anger quickly turns to jealousy realizing he is with this beautiful creature who is wearing a bikini barely covering her assets. My bones turn spongy and now, Marli Davis consumes my thoughts. Then I meet Marli when she actually falls into my life, landing in front of my Porsche one morning. After an hour in her presence, I can’t control myself and I kiss her. Right then, I realize I want nothing more from life than to hold her in my arms forever. Damn, I’m sunk.
Jesse, my lifetime nemesis has his sights on my future mate and my jealous rages only encourage him. The more I try to pull Marli closer, the more she fears losing her independence, running to the devil himself, to put distance between us. I can handle Jesse, but I’m blindsided by Douglas Peterson. When I discover he’s the candidate I dared Marli to interview with in one of my defiant outbursts, I feel completely helpless for the first time in my life.
Jesse Mason – Yellow-banded, formerly blue-banded with 5 diamonds
I love my life. I traded my blue band wrist shackle for yellow as part of plea bargain for a crime I didn’t even commit, saving my illustrious father from public embarrassment. I don’t give a damn. I have freedom and he has Jordan, my twin brother, to mold into his idea of the perfect son. Meanwhile, my best friends are my guitar and my Lear jet. Playing in a rock band and jetting anywhere I want allows me to forget all the painful memories life throws my way.
Like Marli Davis. Although I’m not sure I want her memory erased, regardless of how bad the empty hole in my heart, hurts for her. Holding Marli in my arms, feeling the warmth of her satiny skin against mine, her lips deliciously pressed to mine with hungry kisses begging for more, haunts me daily. Every nerve ending in my body aches with the desire to have her as my own.
But she never can be. Marli Davis is my brother’s property. Well, truth be told, she’s considered “property of The Program” and is assigned to my other half. Even though I’d sell my soul in a heartbeat for Marli Davis, I respect my brother’s feelings for Marli, which are deeper than he has yet to recognize.
But Prom Night put things to the test. Luckily, I do have scruples, despite rumors to the contrary, and I cared enough for Marli to say the right words and end things before they spun out of control. A split second decision, I promise you.
Douglas Peterson – Blue-banded with 5 diamonds
Sounds like a great plan. Do my father’s bidding and win the heart of an innocent, naive seventeen year old, who happens to be a prime candidate in this convoluted Program. My life’s a series of tests in striving to please my father.
Marli Davis responds to my request for an interview almost too quickly. My loving father discloses to me she’s technically assigned to Jordan Mason, and I don’t have the luxury of time to win her heart. I’m ordered to act fast, dazzle her with romance and take advantage of Marli’s inexperience with managing youthful hormones.
My research of Miss Davis on The Program’s database promptly helps me decide this assignment I’ll gladly give one hundred percent to. Marli Davis will be putty in my hands. When I’m through with her, Jordan Mason will be a distant memory.
When Marli walks out of the concourse doors at the airport, my knees go weak and my tongue slams the pavement. She’s far more beautiful in person and her quick wit, alluring personality, and mesmerizing sapphire eyes win my heart first. I’m the one dazzled.
Thanks again for stopping by.
Joelene Coleman
Today's thought: Someone told me recently that "doubt" and "faith" cannot exist together in the same soul.
Monday, July 26, 2010
DESIGNER GENES - The "Boyfriend" Cut
Current Listen: Little Bit of Red by Serena Ryder(Everybody's life could use a bit of red)
Well, big changes, starting with my new look. Technology and I are not "compatible." One day I open my blogsite and voila! My cutesy wallpaper has disappeared! For two hours, I begged and bartered with cutestblogontheblock to restore my old design, but alas, unless I change from "unleaded to diesel" there's no going back. Such is life. No do-overs or retakes. I hate that. Besides, the "new and improved" version suits me better.
Second big change, and a major one at that, I have renamed my book (pause for moment of silence to respect the passing of "The Program," which will always hold a special place in my heart). I felt I needed something with more spunk - eye popping. Because my book centers around a program that dabbles with manipulating the genetic code, "Designer Genes" was hatched from the one corner of my brain, not crammed with "stuff." The subtitle, a work in progress, The "Boyfriend" Cut, fits (sorry for the pun) the context of this first book, in that the story centers on the relationship of my heroine and the three gorgeous, sexy, hunks she must choose between. (Don't you love fantasy? To have such a dilemma!) The process of elimination of "boyfriends" played nicely into the fact there really is a "Boyfriend Cut" in designer jeans. And there you have it. The birth of a new title.
Last leap of faith? I entered a writing contest. Can't tell you which one right now because if anyone is stopping by that's affiliated, I may disqualify myself. In any event, I've learned, the hard way, that when a door closes, you shouldn't spend too much time banging your head against it trying to force it to reopen, because you'll miss the breeze blowing from the open window behind you.
When I was standing on the "ledge" ready to jump, realizing my parachute had more than a few holes, I had to make a choice. Stay where I felt safe and comfortable, or kick the dang box out of the way to make room for expansion.
I burned my box and jumped. I won't know until August 31st if my landing will be smooth or rough, but it doesn't matter. This is what I set out to do - get Marli and Jordan's story told to any listening ear or perusing eye, and keeping it locked inside my computer (and head) wasn't going to accomplish that. So land on my feet or butt, at least someone (who matters in this hellish publishing game) will see what I've written. Laugh or cry (or hurl their dinner), I will no longer be stationary.
Thanks again to my angels, Kaye, Karla and Sascha who did a crash course in editing, taking my submission down to the required page length. We chopped a few "arms and legs" but in the end, it read much better. I was proud to hit the scary "SEND" button.
Kudos to the Utah Chapter of Romance Writers of America! They came to the rescue with my formatting questions. What a great support team I've joined!
As always, thanks for stopping by.
- Joelene
Thought for today: If you don't jump, your feet will never leave the ground and you'll miss out on that moment of time when you're really free and "flying."
Well, big changes, starting with my new look. Technology and I are not "compatible." One day I open my blogsite and voila! My cutesy wallpaper has disappeared! For two hours, I begged and bartered with cutestblogontheblock to restore my old design, but alas, unless I change from "unleaded to diesel" there's no going back. Such is life. No do-overs or retakes. I hate that. Besides, the "new and improved" version suits me better.
Second big change, and a major one at that, I have renamed my book (pause for moment of silence to respect the passing of "The Program," which will always hold a special place in my heart). I felt I needed something with more spunk - eye popping. Because my book centers around a program that dabbles with manipulating the genetic code, "Designer Genes" was hatched from the one corner of my brain, not crammed with "stuff." The subtitle, a work in progress, The "Boyfriend" Cut, fits (sorry for the pun) the context of this first book, in that the story centers on the relationship of my heroine and the three gorgeous, sexy, hunks she must choose between. (Don't you love fantasy? To have such a dilemma!) The process of elimination of "boyfriends" played nicely into the fact there really is a "Boyfriend Cut" in designer jeans. And there you have it. The birth of a new title.
Last leap of faith? I entered a writing contest. Can't tell you which one right now because if anyone is stopping by that's affiliated, I may disqualify myself. In any event, I've learned, the hard way, that when a door closes, you shouldn't spend too much time banging your head against it trying to force it to reopen, because you'll miss the breeze blowing from the open window behind you.
When I was standing on the "ledge" ready to jump, realizing my parachute had more than a few holes, I had to make a choice. Stay where I felt safe and comfortable, or kick the dang box out of the way to make room for expansion.
I burned my box and jumped. I won't know until August 31st if my landing will be smooth or rough, but it doesn't matter. This is what I set out to do - get Marli and Jordan's story told to any listening ear or perusing eye, and keeping it locked inside my computer (and head) wasn't going to accomplish that. So land on my feet or butt, at least someone (who matters in this hellish publishing game) will see what I've written. Laugh or cry (or hurl their dinner), I will no longer be stationary.
Thanks again to my angels, Kaye, Karla and Sascha who did a crash course in editing, taking my submission down to the required page length. We chopped a few "arms and legs" but in the end, it read much better. I was proud to hit the scary "SEND" button.
Kudos to the Utah Chapter of Romance Writers of America! They came to the rescue with my formatting questions. What a great support team I've joined!
As always, thanks for stopping by.
- Joelene
Thought for today: If you don't jump, your feet will never leave the ground and you'll miss out on that moment of time when you're really free and "flying."
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