If you have read Two Moon Princess, this bumper sticker will make perfect sense.
August 15, 2012
August 14, 2012
August 9, 2012
by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban
Joss Whedon needs no introduction. He is the mind behind Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. The best show ever, IMHO, for it has it all: fantasy, romance, strong females, sexy vampires, a consistent mythology, a well defined universe, smart dialogue, and thought provoking plots and twists.
Back in the 1990s I watched both Buffy and its spin-off, Angel, religiously for the 12 years combined they were on TV and missed them terribly when they ended. But somehow Firefly, the next show Joss Whedon produced, escaped my radar.
For several reasons, among others that my favorite fictional writer, Mr. Castle, is on it, I came to watch Firefly this past week-end and, not surprisingly, loved it.
In Firefly, Mr. Castle (Nathan Fillion) is the captain of the spaceship Serenity. He and his motley crew travel from planet to planet, surviving as petty thieves in a world dominated by a dictatorial power called The Alliance he once fought.
The most interesting twist in the story is that for all its spaceships and space settings, the show is also an old fashioned Western. Or as the credits tell us, a Space Western.
Because I always find difficult to classify my own books in a certain genre, I love this genre blending definition.
Yes I know we need classifications—without them locating any book/movie would be a daunting task—but for some reason, I find genre definitions most confining and this clever blend of Science fiction and the Western genre that Joss Whedon has created in Firefly both amusing and liberating.
Thanks to him, I will not feel so inept anymore while describing Becquer eterno as a “paranormal, contemporary, love story”. And Two Moon Princess as both a fantasy and a realistic story.
Thanks to Joss Whedon genre bending is, at least for me, a cool thing to do.
What about you?
February 20, 2012
From Two Moon Princess
That very afternoon, I found myself in Kelsey’s red convertible speeding along the brown rolling hills of the California winter. By early evening, we had reached San Francisco and any reservation I could have had about the trip disappeared. San Francisco was a dream come true—if I could ever have dreamed of such a marvelous place.
For the next two days we explored the city. We crossed the bay and watched the sunset from the Golden Gate Bridge. I could not hold in my awe as we watched the blaze of color nor my panic when Kelsey drove down the steep hills of the city as if she had forgotten that cars had brakes.
February 13, 2012
From TWO MOON PRINCESS
When finally I reached the sand, my heart was beating so furiously against my chest I had to lean against the cliffs and rest for a moment. Then, followed by the piercing cries of the seagulls, I dashed toward the arch along the stretch of land covered by dead algae and broken shells the tide had just started to reclaim.
It was cold under the arch, cold and damp, and the air was filled with strange groans and whispers. It took me a moment—a long frightening moment—to understand that the noises did not come from living beings, but from the water dripping between hidden cracks in the rock.
February 6, 2012
If you anchor your eyes on the rock at the left of the two pictures above, you’ll be see how both photographs are related.
The beach visible on the second photograph is covered by the tide on the first.
If you want to go to the beach, to know whether the tide is high or low is important to make sure there is a beach when you arrive.
If, like Andrea, you can’t swim and want to be under the arch when the full moon rises so that you can cross to Earth, this knowledge is a matter of life and death.
This is what happens when she forgets to check:
Down below, the ocean had once more claimed the stretch of land that was the Cove of the Dead, and only the Arch, a naked rock, like an island dressed in foam, was still visible. From where I stood at the top of the cliffs, I could see the waves breaking against the mouth of the cave. I hesitated. The prospect of getting to the arch across the water was not a pleasant one, since I still could not swim. But waiting for the tide to recede was not an option. Lua would be rising any moment now, and I would lose my chance to cross if I did not make it to the cave soon.
My skirts tucked around my waist, I crawled over the boulder that blocked the trail. Turning my back to the ocean, I started down the crude steps carved into the wall. I climbed for what seemed forever until my feet touched the water. Shivering from both its frozen touch and my fear that I would never reach the sand in time, I kept on going, lowering hands and feet one at a time into the now slippery holes. Steadily the water rose, past my knees and up my hosiery.
I stopped then, afraid that my skirts, heavy with water, would drag me down. I was about to climb back when I realized my right foot was not on rock but on soft ground. Tentatively I lowered my left foot. Yes! It stayed level with the other: I had reached the bottom. Taking in a deep gulp of the moist salty air, I released my grasp of the wall and turned.
All I saw was water, dark green, angry water roaring toward me. I yelped as a wave broke against my chest, sending me backward, a hapless doll against the rocks.
From Two Moon Princess (http://goo.gl/VX0r1)
January 31, 2012
by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban
Where do you get your ideas? is a question every writer has been asked at one time or another.
For me, in many occasions, the idea for a story comes from a real place or person.
To illustrate this, I’m going to post every week, a picture of one of these places or people and explain why / how they made it into my books.
I’ll start with my first book: TWO MOON PRINCESS (http://goo.gl/VX0r1) and the place where this story began for me:
Arch at Playa de las Catedrales (Cathedral Beach) in Spain
Once upon a time, when I was a child, I saw a broken arch on a beach in northern Spain. In my mind, the arch was magical. It was a portal to another world, I called Xaren Ra. Later, I moved to California and Andrea, a sixteen year old princess from Xaren-Ra came with me.
In TWO MOON PRINCESS Andrea travels from her wold to California through an arch the full moon rising turns into a portal between Xaren-Ra and Earth.
After I wrote my story, I found out that, a couple of miles north of the town in California where I first lived when I moved to the States, there is an arch similar to the one in Spain.
January 16, 2012
January 5, 2012
by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban
I have good news and bad news.
Tanglewood Press, the publisher of my YA novel Two Moon Princess, has agreed to publish its sequel, The King in the Stone, in 2012. But (and this is the bad news) only as in e-book.
After waiting for so long to see my book in print, this has been a disappointment, and made me reconsider my decision of publishing with them.
The fact that I will not have a printed copy is not the only reason.
If I sign a contract with them, I will lose all my rights.
I will not be able to choose the cover
or write the blurb
or keep the title if my publisher decide to change it.
I chose the title, The King in the Stone, for reasons you’ll understand after reading the story. And I really, really want to keep it.
I wrote a blurb some weeks ago, (http://goo.gl/A6Ggm) and, although it’s still a work in progress, I want to be the one to write the final version.
And I hired an artist to design my cover combining three pictures of my choosing, and the cover she created fits my story so perfectly I don’t want to give it up.
Because I feel so strongly about these three things, I asked my publisher if she would agree, please, please, pretty please, to keep my cover, my blurb and my title.
And she said, “Um. Maybe. Let me think about it. I will get back to you.”
So, I wait.
As soon as my publisher tells me whether she agrees or not to my requests, I will let you know and reward your waiting with me by posting the cover I created, here, just for your eyes.
In the meantime, to be prepared to go solo, in case she says no, I asked my friends and fellow writers who have boldly gone this route already to share their experiences with me and my readers. Starting next Thursday, I will publish their guest posts.
Please come back and made them feel welcome.
And if you are an author who has published independently, please contact me and send me your story. I would love to hear it and share it with my readers.
December 22, 2011
by Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban
The Cover, the Title and the Blurb, the three things that determine whether we buy a book, are chosen by The Powers of Be, not by the author, in the traditional publishing business.
I discussed the cover of my YA fantasy, TWO MOON PRINCESS, in a previous post where I explained I had no saying on it.
I didn’t choose the title either. My original title was LEAVING THE CASTLE, because in the book my protagonist, Princess Andrea, tries again and again to break free from her father’s castle and this struggle is what motivates her throughout the story.
Which title fits the story better, which one is more catchy to prompt the readers to grab the book, I do not know. But the importance of the title is hard to ignore. It was reading about the title of the new released remake of the Swedish trilogy THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO that made me ponder about that elusive “je ne sais quoi” that makes a title unforgettable.
In Sweden, the trilogy had a quite different title. One that defined the spirit of the book exactly and expressed the point Stieg Larsson was trying to make with his story, that abuse against women exists even in Sweden, considered by many the most liberated country.
The title there, if you wonder, is THE MAN WHO HATED WOMEN.
Appropriate? Absolutely. Catchy? I’m not sure.
THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO on the other hand catches your interest immediately. But does it match the book?
What do you think?