Revisiting Book One: cover option

I’ve been playing around with a new cover option for Three Empty Frames, book one in my series.  The current cover was designed with Create Space’s online cover creator and one of their standard templates.  Well, you heard what happened with that!  Here’s what the cover looks like now:

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As you can probably tell, this isn’t a high-resolution image, which is part of the problem.  If I want to take the cover with me to Smashwords, opening up the options of publishing the book on Nook, iBooks, etc. the image quality has to be better. So I’d love to hear what you think of this option instead:

 

Romance Reality Check

Ah, love… Who doesn’t love love? But love in the world of fiction is a funny thing. It’s exciting and passionate and heroic or tragic, even. Two deeply flawed individuals meet, they initially hate each other, conflict arises, circumstances force them together. They find common ground, the struggle they face brings out the best qualities in both of them. They fall desperately, hopelessly in love and live happily ever after. Or if the story ends tragically and the lovers are kept apart, our hearts are broken. Nevertheless, happy ending or no, fictional romances are interesting.

My question for you all to ponder is this: Do love stories give us unrealistic expectations about how things should play out in the real world? Maybe. For example, have you noticed a trend toward super romantic, totally contrived and staged proposals? Do we now expect to be taken up in hot air balloons, on rides in horse-drawn carriages, proposed to on the Jumbotron? Seriously, if someone did that to me, I’d say no just to screw with them.  Did you hear about that idiot who stopped traffic on a freeway to propose and ended up getting arrested?  He’s lucky he didn’t get run over.  Moron.  Anyway, is this what it’s come to? Having to make grand, sweeping, over-the-top gestures of true love?  It makes my eyes roll so far back in my head I can see behind me. How about just going out for a nice dinner? Really, if you want to surprise someone with a ring, do it under the most ordinary circumstances. Or leave the ring in the fridge next to the ketchup or something. That would be surprising.

By now you’re thinking, “Boy howdy, that Meg’s not romantic at all. Somebody musta done her wrong somewheres.” (You’d be thinking that in your old timey cowboy voice.) Ok, truth be told, I have had a couple messed up relationships. However, so have a lot of people and that doesn’t put them off romance. And that goes for me as well. I just think we need to be realistic in our expectations of love in the real world. It’s not all candlelight and flowers and everyone looking like a supermodel. Or Aidan Turner, damn it.  (I’m shameless, I know.)

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Sometimes the little things can be just as romantic. Like snuggling under the covers on a rainy morning. Or being told you’re beautiful (or handsome) even when your hair is a mess and you don’t have makeup on (or the dude equivalent of that). Or combining your finances and your music collection, even if you hate their Steely Dan albums. (Ok, my Steely Dan albums. No judging.) And kissing even when you’re not going to have sex.

All right, you get the idea. And everyone’s list will be unique anyway. The point is the little things that happen every day can be just as wonderful and loving and romantic as the big shiny things that DeBeers tries to sell you. Or that romance novels lead you to believe. Don’t let fictional romance ruin the real thing for you. Everybody deserves a happy ending.

Love, Meg

What do you think, writers and readers?  What does romance mean to you?

Dragon Fire

Week 5 in The Year of Drinking Adventurously!

This week’s adventurous choice is Baijiu -a Chinese spirit distilled from sorghum.  Baijiu means “white liquor” and that is exactly what it is.  Check out the pretty bottle:

I hate that they Americanized the name!  Actually, I’m not entirely sure this is authentic baijiu, but it was the best I could come up with. So as you can tell, I didn’t overindulge in the baijiu.  In fact, I made one cocktail with it: a strawberry-lime slushy thing that would have been better suited to a summer day than a winter evening.

Did I mention I had to order it online?  Pennsylvania has some frustrating liquor laws, let me tell you.  And, I’m learning that the internet is extremely unreliable for finding places that sell these unusual alcohols. Remember how I couldn’t find Japanese whiskey last week?  My friend Rachel found it in a liquor store in the Allentown area.  That’s an easy drive from my house. Grrr…

Anyway, Baijiu…  Listen to the description on the side of the bottle:

Mischievous, mysterious, seductive, sensual, sizzling, spicy, smooth, enticing, surprising, tantalizing.

Sounds naughty!  What does it taste like, you ask?  I did take a little sip of it by itself.  It’s hard to describe.  Sorghum, a member of the grass family, is the main grain used to make a mash from which the spirit is distilled.  Actually, that’s a huge simplification. Other grains go into the distillation process as well, which, according to Jeff’s book:51fffcpqPZL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_.jpg

is a really long and complicated affair.

The baijiu I bought is infused with dragon fruit, lychee, and hot chiles, which gives it a fruity, spicy, floral background taste.  (Another clue that this is isn’t the real deal!) It’s often consumed as a shot and at 70 proof, this stuff is totally shootable.  I might end up drinking it that way or on the rocks.  Maybe it will make me seductive and sensual!  Pfffft!  I may just sneak it into my girlfriends’ drinks in lieu of rum or tequila. You can’t tell the difference under grenadine and pineapple juice.

These exotic alcohols are killing me.  Next week is another entry from China.  You might end up having to hear about the beer brewing experience after all!  Batch one, a Belgian Blonde Ale, is finished fermenting and ready to be kegged!  The English Ale from the day of the blizzard is up next.

Don’t forget to check in with Lula and see how she liked the baijiu!