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Author Interviews

November 17, 2021– We’re talking about daily, actionable tips for authors to help promote themselves and their books all through November. Today, we’re focusing on author interviews! What exactly are author interviews, you ask? Well, I’m not going to tell you; I’m going to show you. There are endless benefits to doing author interviews like connecting with your audience, answering reader questions, and cross-promotion with other businesses, as you’ll see here with our very own Tonya Cartmell discussing her book The 12 Days of Rescue. Check out the video here: https://youtu.be/ONAFfUs4jLI

Be to join us tonight, November 17th, at 7 pm EST on Facebook Live (Pandamonium Publishing House) as we talk to author Lynn Baillie about her new book Breaking Out of the Darkness. Stay tuned for more author interviews!

Check out our entire book listing here: Book Listings – Pandamonium Publishing House including Tonya’s!

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Best Selling Author, Tonya Cartmell is Our Guest Blogger!

April 26, 2021– Our guest blogger today is none other than the one and only Tonya Cartmell! You know her as the author of the number 1, best-selling children’s bookThe 12 Days of Rescue! Available here: The 12 Days of Rescue – Pandamonium Publishing House

Let’s see what her take is for pushing the envelope in her writing:

How do I push the envelope in my writing?  That is an interesting question and one which being a new author with only one book published, I am not sure I can offer a lot of insight into.  What I can tell you is this:

Push yourself and believe in your ability to accomplish your dreams – For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a writer.  Several times a day I will see, hear or read something that makes me think of a story idea, an opening sentence or a “What if?” scenario.  The problem was because I never believed that I could create something that someone would want to publish, I never pushed myself to make my dream a reality.  I also did not invest in things that could help me accomplish my goal. 

Around 14 years ago, I decided it was time to go back and finish my university degree.  I took an adult leadership course and the final paper required you to analyse a situation and suggest leadership skills or strategies that could be used to recognize and improve employee satisfaction and workplace workflows.  There was a situation outlined that we could use however, it was close to Christmas and there was a song playing on the radio that I thought was a perfect example of unhappy employees about to mutiny.  If you have not heard Elf’s Lament by the Barenaked Ladies, listen to the words.  I decided to try and base my paper on that song and was able to apply the leadership skills and strategies I had learned about in that class to it.  Pushing myself to come up with something original made my paper stand out amongst the others.

In 2019, I faced turning fifty.  Not a big deal to many people but, to me it was the kick in the pants to finally push myself to stop dreaming and start doing.  I made it my goal to write a book and submit it.  I also signed up for a writing course.  The one I choose was offered by Pandamonium Publishing House.  It provided me with many writing tools and someone that I could ask questions to.  The next hurdle was coming up with something to write about.  How do I turn a few sentences or an idea into a book?  What worked for me was making myself write.  I have always been one who writes things in my head and then sits down to put it on paper.  While this worked well for school papers, it was harder for a book.  I started keeping notebooks everywhere to jot things into when I did not have my laptop and have even used the voice memo feature on my phone in the car.  I started doing photo prompts which I had never tried before and now love to do.  I even submitted one to Pandamonium in May 2019 and it was picked to be posted in their blog the next month.  That was the turning point that made me realize I can really do this.  From there I did write a children’s book, Twelve Days of Rescue which was published by Pandamonium in September 2020.  All because I finally believed I could do it and pushed myself to work for it.

Try new things – What better way to write and learn about things, then by trying new experiences that relate to the story you are going to tell.  The middle school novel I have almost finished is called The Second Hand Witch.  Another that I have outlined is Called the Dead Boys.  All I knew about witches and ghosts is what I have seen on tv, in movies, read about or stories I’ve heard.  Luckily, I have two friends who are always up for an adventure or whatever crazy idea I may have.  So, to push myself outside of my comfort zone, and to experience new things, I get them to come along.  Together, we have taken classes on crystal ball reading, witches broom making, spell casting, done gravestone rubbings, participated in a Samhain ceremony, slept in a haunted hotel and hostel, participated in the ghost investigation of a cemetery and Fort Henry and done many ghost walks.  I love paranormal things but would never do these things on my own. With them, I have met some wonderful people, learned new things, been scared and had tons of laughs.  You can be sure that some of our adventures will be in those two books.

Explore a new genre – I want to branch out from writing children or middle school books but was unsure what to move to.  One thing I love is the Irish history my husband and I have learned while visiting Ireland, so I thought I would try my hand at an adult historical fiction novel.  This is something I have never done or even considered before, so it is a big leap for me.  

The word count is a little intimidating, so I know I am going to have to push myself to be organized, create character sheets, and outline my chapters in more detail than I normally do.   I know the time period I want to set the story in and have an idea for some of the characters but learning how to tie a fictional story into actual events that happened makes me want to ensure I have my facts right.  To do this, I am going to have to do research.  With COVID, our local library is closed and there are not a lot of books easily available here on the event I am researching. 

I decided to try something I have not done before and requested to join a private Facebook group dedicated to the events I am trying to learn about.  From here I met someone with connections to that time period who has helped me find books on the subject as well as shared some stories with me.  This has increased my excitement for the project, and I am looking forward to seeing how it develops.

For me, these are the ways that I push myself to try and improve my writing. 

Awesome job, Tonya! Stay tuned for more guest bloggers as we wrap up this month’s theme of pushing the envelope.

To check out our writing classes, click here:

Children’s Book Writing Master Class – Pandamonium Publishing House 

Transitioning from Writer to Author (An Introductory Course) – Pandamonium Publishing House

Course: Get Your Book Noticed and Increase Your Sales – Pandamonium Publishing House

Novel Writing Course – Pandamonium Publishing House

Kids Creative Writing Course – Pandamonium Publishing House

 

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Photo Writing Prompt Featured Author

February 12, 2021– Last week we did a photo writing prompt and received over thirty submissions from authors locally and abroad. There was one that stood out from the crowd. I was blown away by this when I read it, and in parts, it took my breath away! This is titled Breaking Free of the Past by our very own Tonya Cartmell. To check out her book (illustrated by Emily James), The Twelve Days of Rescue, click here: The Twelve Days of Rescue: Cartmell, Tonya, James, Emily: 9781989506219: Books – Amazon.ca

Breaking Free of the Past by Tonya Cartmell

“Stop whining.  Sit Down. Shut up and type.”  The words ran like ice water down her spine, chilling her to her core. Reluctantly, she slid down hoping to melt into the chair.  Running her long fingers over the dusty, old, worn, round typewriter keys, she let her mind drift back to happier times.  There were long periods where she loved to sit in this small attic room she had converted to an office.  Her grandmother had helped her set it up with an old antique desk, chair, lamp and of course this typewriter that she knew today, would bring her death. She glanced into the cold, hard, steel blue eyes and whispered, “Why do I listen to you?”

“What was that?  Why are you fighting so hard against the inevitable?  You always knew how your story would end.  You used to plan for it; sitting alone in the dark feeling sorry for yourself when life got hard.  It is time.  Your novel is done and what better way to instant fame then to leave your fans wanting more when you won’t be here to give it to them.  This letter will become the prelude to your life’s work.  People will remember you.  You should be happy and thanking me, not questioning me now when you are at the finish line.  We had a deal.  Finish it.”

She slowly slid open the desk drawer.  It moved quietly and smoothly from centuries of use.  Reaching in she pulled out a single sheet of paper and slowly fed it into the typewriter roller; turning until the paper reached typing height.  She turned on the single bulb lamp near the right edge of the desk, not for the light it offered but for the comfort the warm glow provided. A single tear slid down her cheek as she looked at her fingers resting on the keys.  Nails that were once long and covered with bubble gum pink polish, now sat bitten and bleeding from the stress of the last few months. She shook her head gently from side to side, her long dark hair brushing across her back as she tried to clear her head.  She had tried her best to fight but now realized nothing she did would lead to her coming out the winner in this situation.  Resigned to the fact there was nothing else she could do; she began to type.

Breaking Free of the Past, has been a labour of love and exploration of the depths of my sadness.  Like many of you who read this book, my life has never been easy.  It has been filled with struggles, adversary and pain intermixed with some joy, laughter, and moments filled with love. The decisions I have made may not have won the popular vote and I’m sure many people would not always understand them, but they were my decisions and I stand by them.  My moto has always been that is ok to make mistakes if you learn from them and move on.

There is one decision that almost broke me.  One that took all my strength and energy to crawl my way back from.  Perhaps, I never fully made it out of the black void it left behind in my life.  The decision I made to stay behind on that snowy day while they went out.  Safe and warm at home waving goodbye from the window as they climbed into the car.  My husband was annoyed I wouldn’t join them.  Did his anger lead to the death of my family on that slippery road?  Was he distracted?  This is the one event that I truly need to break free from. Yet as I sit at my old desk, in the office of my youth, writing this preface on the typewriting I used before I was married; I realize that I will never be free of the past. I have prayed for forgiveness.  I have begged for it.  I thought I had found peace, but the nightmares have returned and are dragging me down again.  There is a constant reminder that I failed; that the empty hole my family used to fill is my fault.  That the silence will never again be filled with laughter.  That love will never warm my heart again. My despair runs deep, and I have never felt so alone.  I hope reader, that you never experience this pain, loss, sadness and numbness.  Please seek help before you reach this point.  I hope you find the light in the dark that I lost.  Learn from me.

She finished typing and hung her head as her tears flowed.  When they had subsided, she wiped her face with her sleeve then reached into her bag and pulled her manuscript.  The envelope was already addressed to her publisher.  She used the return bar to remove the paper from the typewriter.  Each ding pierced the quiet in the darkening room. She added it to the top of the pile of pages and then sealed the envelope.  She set it off to the side of the desk under the lamp.

“Finally, you are done.  One last hurdle to get over and then everything will be completed.  You won’t feel sadness anymore.”

“I don’t want to”, she said quietly refusing to look up.

“It is your obligation.  You should have been in the car with them.  Maybe if you had gone, he wouldn’t have been driving so quickly.  Maybe you could have asked him to slow down or told him to watch out for that curve. If you were there, your daughter might be downstairs laughing instead of sitting on the mantel in a metal urn.  You know what you need to do.”

She looked over at the firearm on the desk.  Almost surprised to see it sitting there.  She didn’t remember bringing it here or putting it on the desk.  The black matte finish of the Glock 9mm handgun made it almost disappear in the fading light.  Only one round sat on the desk beside the empty magazine.  Her husband had taught her how to safely handle and fire the gun.  She loaded the single round into the magazine before slamming it into the receiver.  Then drew back the slide to chamber the round.  With her shaking hand, she placed it back on the desk.

“What are you doing?  This is the last step.  You must do this.  Pick it up.  Join them.”

She took a deep breath and raised her head.  Starring deep into those eyes that haunted her for years.  She was so tired of fighting.  Tired of pushing every day to just get out of bed.  To try and find something to live for.  She looked down at the locket on her chest.  Inside was a picture of her husband and daughter.  She finally realized it was time to let go.  They would not want her to live this tortured life.

She picked up the gun and fired without hesitation.  The sound was deafening, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.  The mirror above the typewriter shattered.  The voice in her head was finally silenced.  She placed the gun back on the desk.  Tomorrow would be another day.

Thank you, Tonya for this moving and heart wrenching story! You are a very talented writer and we are so proud to know you. X LLB