Zoe Tasia

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Waiting for Aegina

I didn’t read the first book in this series, but this didn’t diminish my enjoyment of Waiting for Aegina. The story about a circle of dear friends dealing with the repercussions of the decisions made in their lives was compelling and emotionally intense. I kept a box of tissues handy shedding tears in equal measure of joy and sadness. Married to a Greek, I was thrilled with the references and loved the inclusion of recipes.  I heartily recommend this book.

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I love Naquin’s Monster Haven series. I wasn’t sure if I would like a spin-off. Happily, I really enjoyed it. I also was a big I Dream of Jeannie fan as a kid, so I lived vicariously through Kam. (I haven’t dressed up as a genie yet! ☹) The Toast Genie food truck idea was awesome. I wanted her to yell, “Let them eat toast!” ala Marie Antoinette. Someone’s killing food truck owners. Dead bodies pile up as Kam strives to solve the mystery before all those business men are stuck sitting in the Chick-fil-A drive thru lane half their lunch break.

Review of the fourth book of a great series, Dana McIntyre Must Die

Suicide Queen by SM Reine
This series has been a roller coaster ride filled with excitement. The fourth book continues to entertain and astonish. Dana McIntyre isn’t the typical fantasy heroine. She’s built like a tank and proud of it. I was on edge the whole time I read this worrying that Dana wasn’t going to get her happily ever after—possibly not even a happily ever after for now. I won’t spoil it, but I was very satisfied with the ending. Dana is dealt the get out of jail card, but it isn’t free. She is tasked with tracking down a serial murderer vampire. Hopefully, while doing so, she can patch up her relationship with her lover, Penny. I love the characters and the way they interact and have evolved over time. I heartily recommend this book.

So…what did you think?

Since I was 22 years old, I’ve lived with males. First my husband, then my two boys. Even the two cats are males. When our romance came out in February, I wasn’t waiting with bated breath for them to read it. Figured I’d pass out if I did. So to say I was surprised when they all did, (well, okay, the cats didn’t), is an understatement. Not only did they finish it, but they liked it too. (And trust me, if they didn’t, they would have zero problem letting me know.) Not only that, but they were pretty darn good about figuring out which parts I wrote and which Minette did. Half the time I can’t remember who wrote what when we edit.

I often hear from girlfriends about the lengthy, deep, illuminating talks they have with their daughters. All day girly outings like going to the spa for manis and pedis then lunch and a movie…that sort of thing. I don’t know if this is true for all mothers of boys, but those kind of marathon talks just don’t occur often for me. I’ve found that snatched moments, like on a drive to the mall or while watching a rerun, they will open up to me. I cherish those moments. The thing I didn’t realize and that I do now is, while they shared their lives with me, I shared of myself too. And I guess those moments were special to them too, because they really know me.


IMG_1023Ask a woman if she has made any resolutions for the New Year and chances are she will mention losing weight. I always wonder if it crops up as much when men are asked. Do men even make resolutions? Noting my over-indulgences during the months of November and December evident in the mirror, I, along with a bazillion others, nodded at my reflection and vowed to do something about it. Until someone concocts a magic shake or lotion to vanquish fat, I am sticking to more prosaic methods. I decided that each week, I would make one habit change toward a more healthy living style. I began with keeping a food log to get an idea of how I needed to tweak my intake. The second week, I added short five minute walks every hour during marathon sessions in front of the computer. So far, it’s all doable and I don’t feel overwhelmed as I have in the past by making too many changes in too short a time. Wish me luck.

Edits, bleh!

imageI’ve been editing my book and find it is hard to know when to stop. Every time I reread it, I find one more thing to correct. Correction, several things to correct.  I’m struggling with when to let go and send it forth. I want it to be perfect. I have many wonderful writing tools to help me. My friend has read it and assured me I’ve told a good story. Yet, I cling to it. I’ve decided to give myself a deadline. I’ve been fairly good this last year with writing goals. I guess this is one more for me to add to the ever-growing list. Bye, bye, little novel. Time for you to meet more readers.

Adverbs…bad or just misunderstood.

I have a confession. My name is Zoe and I like adverbs. Yes, that was the sound of a Catholic sacrament mating the 12 steps program. As a writer, I always strive to find the perfect word and yes, I value potent verbs. *pats verb and chucks under the chin* I get that purple prose is passé and pitiful. (Ain’t alliteration awesome?!) Just seems like adverbs get the bad rap and their counterpart, adjectives get a free pass. Let me give you a sentence. *clears throat* His hand uncontrollably clenched the transparent glass as the effervescent bubbles quickly popped . Now I am betting a simplistic editing tool will flag the adverbs and ignore the adjectives despite the fact that an argument can be made that they are superfluous and the adverbs necessary. (Yeah, using that sentence in a book at some point.) I am thinking, and I am not a person who has studied the evolution of writing, but hypothesizing, because, hey, cool word, that this is a backlash occurring because in the past, adverbs were over-utilized. I would like to see a more even-handed approach to the parts of speech. So give your adverb a hug today.

I’m a Trekkie, not a techie…

imageThis, is my mouse. You will notice three things about it straight off. One, the poor thing is worn to a frazzle and you can almost hear its whimpers of “uncle.” Two, it is a gaming mouse, because yes, I have in the past enjoyed WoW. And three, it is a dinosaur which by rights, should be turning into crude. My computer is even more geriatric than my mouse. I desperately need to invest in a new one, but…I’m scared. Now that is hard for me to admit. Generally I consider myself brave, but aware of my short-comings and not fool-hardy. Minette is trying to get me on a Surface. I look at that dinky thing (FFS, it doesn’t even HAVE a mouse!), and wonder how the hell am I going to figure out how to turn the bloody thing on let alone write, save and edit books. I don’t have a choice, tech marches on and I would rather goose step with it, than be trampled under, but I do so with a sense of reluctance and thumb my nose at the ranking officer. To paraphrase Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, technology comes and goes so quickly here! I am not against improvements, but I feel this world is too quick to dispose and can tend to be materialistic. In the past, one could buy and continue using a computer or phone for years. Now it seems six months later what one has is woefully out of date. I admit I do need to attend classes covering everything from Remedial Computer Use to Social Networking as an Author, but this rapidly changing world makes my head spin and there are days when I long to curl up with a notepad and pen, because I feel my heart and soul pours forth with more ease then than at a keyboard in front of a screen.

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imageMy expression when doing more than five minutes of  yoga. Of course, this is on my mental New Years resolution list. Yes, I am aware that January is ending. I’ve decided Zoe New Years starts February 1 and yay me, I’m ahead of schedule. I’m creating a new kind of yoga, a Zoe-friendly kind of yoga. I don’t have all the details worked out yet, however sipping champagne, petting puppies, listening to cats purr and reclining shall play a significant roles. On a weird note, non sequitur warning applies, I grew half an inch.

Reviews, namely, fear of…

imageNegative reviews. I am looking ahead to that inevitable day when our book receives one. In preparation, I searched for uncomplimentary reviews of some of my favorite books. My reasoning was to reassure myself that even the most awesome authors don’t have universal appeal and every writer, no matter how good,  has to deal with unpleasant comments. Opinions are arbitrary. I don’t like coconut. There isn’t anything inherently bad about coconut, I simply do not like the taste. Some people will read our book and just flat out not like it. I can live with that. There will be others that serve up constructive criticism. I am brand spanking new to publishing and have a lot to absorb. I hope I can read such reviews and learn so that the next books I write are better and better. One kind of review that bothers me is the ones that start out, “I didn’t finish this book, but…” I do understand that this reflects on the beginning of the story, which in these cases, fell short in the extreme, however I think that in order to properly review anything, you should finish it. Oddly, I don’t see this happening as much in such media as television shows and movies. I look forward to seeing your comments…even the unflattering ones and thank all who take the time to do so.