Friday, April 2, 2010

Ghost Post #2

Fremont County, Colorado. It's the home of cowboys, people who love the outdoors, artists and ghosts. Here's a picture my brother took. At the time he thought it was of an old foundation. After he downloaded the photos to his computer he saw this. It shows up better on a computer that isn't a flat screen, so I hope you can see the faces in the fog.
By the way, it wasn't a foundation. It was an old mine that collapsed back in the 1800s and was sealed off for public safety and that fog wasn't there when he took the picture.

Jim Butcher, who is he and why should you care?

Do you like urban fantasy? Humor? Then you'll love Jim. I got hooked on Jim about five years ago when I started reading to my children at breakfast. No, not little kids but teenagers. Go ahead, laugh. I swear I did do this and it wasn't to torture them. I remember a similar experience I had with my mother when she sat my brother, sister and I around the table to read the hobbit and some stupid book on self-esteem, which to this day, I still roll my eyes when I think about it. But what I remember most about that time, was spending it with my family and doing something that required listening and interaction with each other. This round table reading started my love of not only writing but reading.

So, when I noticed my children were living on the video games and watching television way too much, I realized my family had no interaction and it was time to introduce them to the round table. Time was going by too fast and I wanted an hour with them before we went our separate ways for the day. An hour every morning to connect with my children and hopefully give them what I got from my mother, a love of reading and memories I'd taken into adulthood.

So, every morning I made them breakfast and for two years, I read to them before school. We read everything. King Kong, 1776, Christine and Dead Beat. Though you'd think I was torturing them at the time, they later told me they enjoyed the stories and the one novel that really got their attention was Jim's. It's quite an accomplishment to snag a teenager's attention for a micro-second let alone an hour every morning for a month. With all the high tech gadgets that could lure them away, they always came to breakfast to hear what would happen to Harry next. They weren't the only ones. I was hooked from the first paragraph. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go to the book store, pick up Jim Butcher's Dead beat and open to the first page. If you don't walk out with a novel or two of his, I'll be surprised.

That being said, Jim's got a new book out this month and in celebration of Chicago's finest paranormal gumshoe I bring you, 12 Reasons to read Jim Butcher.
                                  1. Storm Front

2. Fool Moon

3. Grave Peril

4. Summer Knight

5. Death Masks

6. Blood Rites

7. Dead Beat

8. Proven Guilty

9. White Night

10. Small Favor

11. Turn Coat

12. Changes
The graphics on the cover tell us this has something to do with the Mayan. What’s not to love. If you haven’t read the Dresden Files, I highly recommend you give them a try. Harry Dresden’s tongue and cheek humor is awesome and Jim's world building is fantastic.

Congrats on your latest release, Jim. Can’t wait to get my copy.

D.L. Jackson

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

It's time to build our community.

Do you write paranormal romance.
Are you looking not only to increase your readership but be part of a community? Go to this address and request a membership.

You won't regret jumping onboard.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

20 Things About Me

Twenty things about D L Jackson.

1. I'm a brunette though my children are working on turning me gray. I feel it is unjust that I can't use the blond excuse.

2. I'm not superstitious, but I believe in ghosts, aliens and things that go bump in the night.

3. I started writing, thinking that perhaps I should write and illustrate children's books. Now there's a scary thought.

4. I know from experience, that one should never, ever, no matter how inviting, or fun it looks like it might be, jump on the carcass of a hugely bloated cow lying out in the pasture. Bad, bad idea.

5. Most of the trouble I got into as a kid was because of my sister. See #4.

6. Nothing brings my husband running faster than the sound of his power tools, screaming in my hands.

7. My two best friends in High School, were guys.

8. I was in the Army for four years as a Military Intelligence Analyst with the 10th Mountain Division in Ft. Drum NY. I was one of two women placed in a combat arms unit as an experiment in the late 80's and early 90's when Uncle Sam was trying to figure out if it was a good idea or not. When asked why it is I went in the Army, "I tell them it was to get out of English class." And it was, initially. I made some terrific pictures with the little dots on the test. But the real reason, the reason I raised my hand and swore to defend this country... It's my country. It's a great country with a lot of liberties to enjoy. I'd like to keep it that way. So what can I say? I am a Patriot.

9. I've been roped by a cowboy. Okay so Granddad had some cute cowboys living next to the ranch.

10. Jumping from an airplane is on my list of things to do.

11. I'm named after my father. His name is Larry. I bet you thought I was going to say Don.

12. I am told that I am stubborn. My husband says I never listen, I tell him "Honey I Listen, then do what I want to do anyway."

13. I like to think I'm an artist, but I'm still working on it.

14. I'm left handed and Dyslexic. I spent a great deal of my early school years in Special Education.

15. I'm an avid fan of men in uniforms and a firm believer the world needs more.

16. I practiced the Martial Arts and made it all the way to my Recommended Black Belt. I hope to pick up where I left off real soon.

17. I know how to ride and jump a dirt bike and I used to flag at a moto-cross track in the summer as a teenager.

18. I'm a crack shot with a rifle and was a M-60 Machine gunner for the Division Artillery TOC. (Target Operations Center)

19. I believe in Life, Liberty and the pursuit of a damn good cup of iced coffee.

20. For over 20 years I have wondered what it is that I really wanted to do with my life. I been pushed to go to art school, and dug my heels in (see #12). I've served my time as a soldier, a custodian for a hospital, a manager for an arts, crafts and fabric store, waited tables, flipped burgers. I've been a banking supervisor, an IRA clerk, a cowgirl and aerobic instructor... But nothing has felt right until now. At last I've found a place to channel my creative energies, and laugh while I do it. I must say, I'm having a blast.

Ghost Post #1

I took this picture 5 years ago at the Boston Muesum of Science. My son is standing in front of the human lung exhibit. I didn't realize what was on this photo, until I printed it. Look close at my son's arm. You can see bone through his shirt and his arm appears to be broken.
I was told that the lights are spirits and the image of a broken arm indicates he'll have sore bones.
Also, if you look real close, you'll see a face super-imposed over his head. Two eyes, a nose and mouth. The top of the skull starts above his head and the bottom of the chin ends at his shoulders.