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Let it Go (Or Etiquette is Hard) October 29, 2014

I’m an actor. I’m used to reviews. In fact, I generally don’t read them. But The Tethering recently received a review, and my husband read it to me. It wasn’t bad. On the contrary, the reader said I was a wonderful writer. But mid-patting myself on the back, the reader said that the book was a lot like Harry Potter.

I knew this was coming. Really, I did. The Tethering is about a boy. And he’s a wizard. All YA vampire books are like Twilight. All wizard books are like Harry Potter. It’s just something we have to deal with. Now, I love Harry Potter. I really do. And sure, there are a few wands in my book. But it is not Harry Potter. Now, the part of me that screams, “Do you know how much of Harry Potter is pulled from old legends? Have you heard of Merlin?!” really wanted to reply to the review. (more…)

 

Childlike Tendencies October 27, 2014

Filed under: Tales of Humanity's Imperfections — meganorussell @ 8:30 pm
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Yesterday I got to play with my eight-month-old nephew! He has two teeth and two more coming in. All on the bottom so he looks like Mr. Magoo. We crawled on the floor. We made funny sounds, and he used me as a human jungle gym. And then I realized… I function at the same basic level as my eight-month-old nephew. All I want to do is roll on the floor and be cuddle and played with. And I want to be fed and sleep in a warm bed. But really, rolling on the floor is enough to keep me happy for hours.

I don’t know if that is a good thing or not. I am essentially a baby who can walk and type. I’m going to go play with pumpkins now. Also one of my nephew’s favorite activities.

 

The Backpack Breakdown October 25, 2014

I am currently doing a children’s theatre production while I perform in the evening big kids’ show. I love doing kids’ shows. A lot of that is because I want to pay it forward. I fell in love with theatre at a very early age, and I want to give a new generation the same opportunity. And part of it is that it’s just fun to be silly. I get to run around in circles and get paid. How does it get better than that?

In the current show, I play a third grade cheerleader who isn’t the brightest. My responses to math problems are things like “I like pie.” That sort of kid. I have a lot of fun with the part. I get to sit in my desk wrong, get confused about how backpacks are supposed to work… I get to be funny, the kids laugh, it’s great.

Then we had a special needs group in the audience. My role and character are in no way poking fun at special needs folks, but still, I was worried. (more…)

 

I’m All Alone in Here October 22, 2014

My mother’s house is across the street from a church. The congregation has been meeting there for 176 years, but the church was built in 1880. The original church burned down in 1878.

That was before the town had a real fire department. It was back in the days of ring a bell and everyone comes out with a bucket and hopes for the best. General Brown who owned our house in 1878, heard the bell and ran out to the church, helping with the bucket brigade and leaving his little girl in her room, watching the church burn through her window.

The little girl, Kit, was not pleased. She was not used to being abandoned in the house. So she took her chamber pot and threw it out the window screaming “I’m all alone in here!” Now, no one heard her over the noise from the fire, but Kit did discover that throwing china things out her window was indeed satisfying. She went and got her brother’s chamber pot and threw that out the window, again shouting “I’m all alone in here!” Soon she was taking everything she could find in the bedroom that might make a satisfying noise when it shattered in front on the house. “I’m all alone on here!” Crash!

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The Tethering is Here! October 20, 2014

The day has arrived! The Tethering is now available on the Barnes and Noble website, Amazon, and Smashwords! Strangers can buy my book! After years of writing, revisions, and edits, Jacob Evans has been sent out into the world! It feels kind of like sending my characters to kindergarten. Shoving them out into the cold, cruel internet ether and hoping that I have prepared them well enough to survive on their own.

 

All sixteen-year-old Jacob Evans wants is to win the heart of Emilia Gray, but with order in the magical world crumbling, war threatening, and Emilia’s boyfriend living across the hall, he may never have the chance.

Jacob Evans loses everything he has ever known and is tossed into a world of magic. The Dragons, a group of rebel wizards, are threatening to expose the existence of magic to humans. Jacob is determined to find a way to fit into Emilia’s family, but as his powers grow, so does the danger. With the death toll mounting, Jacob is accused of acts of rebel terrorism and must fight to stay in a world he’s only just beginning to discover.

When Emilia’s life is threatened, Jacob must risk everything to save her. Does he have the power to rescue her in time? And what could their survival cost?

 

The paperback will be coming out before Christmas, but for today The Tethering can be placed on e-devices all over the world. My story will be in places I’ve never even heard of being read by people I’ve never met. It’s nerve wracking, thrilling, and completely incomprehensible.

Please Tweet, Facebook, and share The Tethering! Help the book to travel like digital fire!

And thank you all from the bottom of my heart for coming with me on this crazy ride!

Buy links:
SITL website
http://www.silenceinthelibrarypublishing.com/product/tethering-megan-orussell/

You can also check out my Amazon Author Page here!
 

Leaping Leotards! October 18, 2014

Filed under: Hi-Ho the Glamorous Life — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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I am shaped funny. It’s not that I have bad body image or anything else like that. I just have a funnily shaped body. When I sit down I am extraordinarily tall. Taller than most men who are over six foot. I’m only 5’8”. I have a ridiculously long torso. This causes many problems. Like getting yelled at while watching a ballet because some catty woman in fur thought I was sitting on my heels. “Do you have any idea how much I paid for these tickets!” Probably not as much as you did for the tacky dead animal you’re wearing. And, P.S. I can’t shrink! (more…)

 

A Troubled Childhood October 15, 2014

Filed under: Starting Off Strange — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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Hello everyone! It’s Chris blog post time again. Megan is very under the weather currently, so I tucked her in early and told her to let me take care of this post.

My childhood may not be quite as interesting as Megan’s (and I’m okay with that), but I do have some quirky stories to share. And in thinking about what to write I realize that Megan and I had immensely different childhoods. She was both a Girl Scout and a Boy Scout. I went to 4H camp three summers in a row. That was the extent of my peer-camp comradery. She learned how to build a fire when she was only three. I almost burned my house to the ground when I was seven.

When she was a teenager, she almost drowned after her sailboat capsized (I’ll let her tell you that story sometime), but she was able to rescue herself. I fell into a pond in my backyard when I was little, and one of my parents had to jump in to save me. I’m not sure if it was Mom or Dad, but I do know that Dad jumped off of our house’s roof one time because he saw me standing by a bush, my mouth covered in the purple juice of berries that weren’t blue, black, rasp, or straw.

And it’s not as though my parents were neglectful parents. I just got into trouble, constantly. And I still do. Undoubtedly, if you’ve read Megan’s posts about our time in Alaska, you already knew that. And you know, I don’t want that to change. With our combined senses of adventure and lucky streaks (which will hopefully continue), we shall continue to get into trouble. And don’t worry too much. We’re always very well prepared and have found ourselves in such a variety of scary situations that we’re pretty good about keeping a level head in those instances.

And so, as my lovely wife dreams herself away from her coughing, I raise a glass to her wondrous, infectious wanderlust. May we have many happy returns to the mountains and to the rivers and streams where adventure awaits us with open arms. And in the case that she reads this tomorrow, I love you, angel.

 

 

 
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