Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Cover Reveal! Mariella Hunt's Dissonance

So, this is several hours late. Apologies to my readers and Mariella for that! A thunderstorm interfered with our power last night while I was trying to schedule the post, so it had to be postponed.



About the Book:

Fifteen-year-old Allie Grant lives crippled by her illness. Though kept in isolation, she’s never alone: A spirit named Song lurks in the silence of her bedroom.

When Song reveals its dark nature on the night of her recital, the show ends in tragedy. Verging on death, Allie’s taken in by an uncle she’s never met.

Julian claims to be a Muse with power over music and answers that’ll heal her. The cure she needs is rare, requiring of him a difficult sacrifice. Allie soon suspects her uncle has a secret that’ll turn her world around.

But with days left to live, she might fade without learning the truth...like the finishing chord of a song.

Coming summer 2015!

About the Author:

Mariella Hunt is a writer with a strong love for coffee and guinea pigs. She likes using big words in everyday speech, and keeps journals of quotes from the greats. 

Most days you'll find her on a well-loved armchair, reading--or working on one of her many projects. As she cannot stick to an outline, she rewrites way too much.

Find her online:


And you can like the fan page here! https://www.facebook.com/dissonancebooks

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Wild Expectations

When I chose "wild" as my One Word for 2015, I wasn't expecting quite what I got.

I wasn't expecting to have convulsions fit for The Exorcism in January. (I haven't actually seen that movie... it just seems like an apt connection.)

I wasn't expecting to be diagnosed as bipolar in February.

I wasn't expecting to have the activist that's always been in me turned to feminism, such an undesired label in my middle school years. (not complaining about that one)

I wasn't expecting to have to drop out of school and go home for a semester because my body and its medications didn't quite get along as expected.

I wasn't expecting my fight against my mental illness to become a daily rollercoaster ride -- the kind that makes you puke up your carnival food, not the kind you want to ride again.

This wasn't the kind of wild I was expecting.

But apparently, this is the kind of wild I get.

I'm not sure what kind of wild I was expecting. Maybe some wildly good writing time. Or a wild time having adventures in the Midwest with my new college buddies. Wild breakthroughs in my art, or my intellectual endeavors. Discovering the wild freedom of determining and embracing who I really am, out and alone in the world for the first time.

I haven't found the kind of wild I wanted this year.

But the year's not over yet.

A note to fellow bloggers: my blogger-friend Kate at majesticgoldenrose is planning to start a new blog chain, and she would love for you to be involved! She's hosting a video-chat Q&A for anyone interested at 2:30 EST, Sunday, May 17 at this link. For more information, check out this flyer.