Game of Thrones: Season Two

My husband has accused me since I was young girl wearing pig tails of being pleased far too easily.  In all these years, I haven’t grown out of that.  It’s Sunday and I’m starting to really feel like myself again.  After a long writing session, everything seems to be drained out of me.  This last time was no different.  So, I spent days in the bed just sleeping and eating.  Tonight, I plan to do two things.  (1) Go and see a very close friend of mine and catch up on all that I’ve missed in his life since we’ve been busy, (2) Watch Game of Thrones with Adam.  You would think that I’d be happier about one than the other, but in truth, I’m bubbling over to see the second season of my newest favorite show.  I plan to be home by eight no matter what.  I have so many questions.  What is going to happen to everyone?  I hope that the dragons do battle and that little king gets all that is coming to him. What I really want to know is what is the winter going to bring?  If they have dragons, then they must have other monsters.  I really don’t recall when I’ve enjoyed fantasy writing so much.  I feel like a little kid, all giddy about the television.

I guess the point is that life has some awesome little pleasures that make it worth living.  And that has never been lost on me.  I guess I’m lucky.

Saving Anya Release Date Changed

First of all, thanks for the thousands of email and well wishes for the family.  I truly appreciate it during this time.  Of course, Iraq is the gift that keeps on giving for many military families and mine is no different.  However, Adam is doing much better and we hope to resolve his issues in the New Year.  As a wife and mother, I had to re-arrange my priorities, and even though the book was so close to release, I had to pull it as well as The World In Reverse. 

It was my hope to release them during the Christmas Break.  However, now I am at least two weeks off the mark.  The books will be released in late January or early February.  I refuse to give another date just to disappoint my wonderful fans. 

I love you dearly and I hope that you can forgive me for the tardiness of these two very important projects.

This week, I plan to upload the first chapter of Saving Anya to the blog for your reading pleasure, also in interim I will post some new discussions so that we can keep in touch. 

It truly is an honor to have you as fans.  I have 3,456 emails from readers about the new books.  I plan to respond to each and every one, but it will take time.  However, I don’t want you to think at any time that you aren’t appreciated, because you truly are. 

While Saving Anya will be the last book of The Medlov Series, it won’t be the last book about the Medlov clan.  The next installment (Volume 5-7 will be released in Winter 2012) and the new Medlov Legacy series will be released in late 2012, detailing the early adult lives of all of your favorite characters’ children. 

One thing at time, I know.  I’m working on getting these new books to you in e-book, Kindle, Nook and paperback format.  Also, don’t forget that we now use PayLoadz for all of our e-books to ensure that you receive your immediately.  I’ve listened to your suggestions and RiverHouse searched high and low to find a service that will accommodate you.  I hope that PayLoadz delivers for us all.  We’ve even set up a survey to track your thoughts on the new service.  After all, it is for you.

Well, that’s all for now.  Thanks again for everything. 

Sincerely,

Trivi

Awesome Interview with the Legendary Koko Brown for The Grunt

This truly has been a crazy week.  We’re currently working on the foundation for our new imprint, Taboo, a project that will launch in the summer of 2012 for Interracial Romance Readers globally.  I’ve been writing up a storm on The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Volume 4, The World in Reverse and Saving Anya.  Plus, I have completed seven book club meetings and it’s only Tuesday.  However, I’m doing what I love, and because of that I know that I’m blessed.

Koko Brown really made my week with the latest review of The Grunt.  Words cannot express how proud I was to read this. I woke Adam up from his nap and made him read it twice.  Even he had to smile, and those who know Adam know how hard it is to make him smile.

So, I want to share this review with you.  Here’s the link.  Please check it out.  Respond.  Tell her what you think and share it with others. 

Link: http://kokobrown.net/2011/09/whos-in-the-hot-seat-author-latrivia-nelson.html

Thanks so much to all the reviewers who have taken the time to write a review about The Grunt and thanks so much to all the readers who have read the book.  Thanks to Koko for making my week go a little smoother. 

Hope all is well.

XoXo and all that jazz,

Latrivia S. Nelson (one happy woman)

This Is Where I Draw The Freaking Line!

I just received the longest email known to man about how horrid my book was (Dmitry’s Closet).  Unfortunately, I had to delete the post.  Why?   It was so long and such a drag until I refused to let it stay up. 

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m used to getting the occasional email about my work.  And I normally take it in stride.  Countless readers have given me constructive criticism, offered their services and tried their best to help me.  I appreciate them, and I understand their purpose and points.  Some of their words have helped me A LOT.

But when someone sends me a three page letter on why they hated my stuff, I have to draw the line.  First of all, who has that type of time if they have a life?  Now, I did read the blog response. And I know a lot of authors who wouldn’t  have taken the time.  So, at least!!!

Anyway, you guys are my friends and my fans.  So tell me if I’m wrong. I’ll believe you.  But I just can’t take it anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m on my cycle and I am irritable, but maybe there is certain thing called “tact.”  And this email didn’t really have much of it.

If this reader felt so compelled to share her response with just me, then why didn’t she just send me an email?  I post my email everywhere.  Latrivia@LatriviaNelson.com.  And all of you know that I get 100 emails a day. Not all of them are nice, but I take time and I respond.  It’s important to them.  It’s important to me.  And it’s part of being a published author. Not everyone is going to like you.  I get it. I do. 

Instead of sending an email, however, she blasts me on my own blog and expects a nice response.  WTF!!!  That, my friends, is bullshit. And I am tired of always being nice.  You don’t come to someone’s house, fart in their living room and call it air freshener. And you don’t go to someone’s blog, basically tell them to quit their day job and call it constructive criticism.  Kiss my ass.

I print out every email.  Good and bad.  I look over them. Study them.  I outline the points that they make, use them to make my work better.  But I’m still a person with feelings.  I know (whine, whine) but I am a person, and I take my work seriously.  If I don’t defend it, who will? 

I spend countless hours away from my family, friends and life, doing what I consider to be the best job in the world.  I’m going to have feelings about it.

It’s not easy going after your dreams.  And often, your first, second and even third try can be semi unsuccessful, but I’m proud of the Medlov series.  It’s successful to me.  We have sold over 25,000 copies. I’ve made wonderful friendships as a result, and I’ve faced my fears.  That is so important to me. 

Now, there are things that I’m getting better at…like the copyediting element.  And now, I have Karen, and she is awesome.  She’s helping me fix things.  We’re going back and fixing the grammatical errors that made me a leper in the IR genre.  But at least, I’m in the genre.  At least, I’m giving it all that I have.  At least, I’m living my dream. 

When I first started out, I thought, I’ll just wait until everything is perfect.  But after Adam nearly died, I realized that no one is promised tomorrow.  I looked at him lying in the hospital bed and knew that there is no perfect time.  There is only right now.  Trust people. This is truth.  Don’t let fear steal your dreams from you.  Fight for them with everything that you have inside of you. 

So, I went balls to the wall, and I did it.  RiverHouse was born out of a need to share my voice and my thoughts with the world.  As imperfect as my books  may be, I still did it.  I put it out there, paid a horrid copyeditor, and I published my first book.  Now, I’m on my tenth.  If I should die tomorrow, then at least I will have accomplished something on my list that means so very much to me.  How many people can say that? 

I used to think that I had to take the “stuff” that people put out there about me.  But one day I looked in the mirror and realized that I don’t have to take it, and I won’t anymore.

You know what really irks me?  There are some people out there who hide behind their computers, behind these made up names, and these computer-generated photos.  They blast authors, singers, anyone who is trying to express themselves, and they do it anonymously so that they don’t have to face public humiliation after they purposely and maliciously humiliate you. 

They pick people apart.  They accuse you of having your friends and family post reviews just because they don’t like your book and couldn’t imagine that anyone else would.  In essence, they call you a freak fraud. 

They stomp on your dreams and your aspirations. 

They hope that you’ll quit, give up. 

Their entire purpose in life is to embarrass you!  But they have never penned a thing, published a thing, had one creative thought in their entire life that they followed through with. 

And authors like myself, who put their real picture and name up or authors who use pens names but put their real feelings and dreams into print are forced to deal with what they have said.  And we don’t get to do it anonymously.  We have to face the humiliation just as we are. 

They hide behind emails and computers.  We face the world.  Who is really coward? 

They go online and posts under several names and give horrid reviews.  And they don’t buy just one book. It’s like they can’t wait for you to release something else so that they can attack that too. 

Why?  I don’t know.  They do it though.   And then they curl up in their beds ALONE and sleep all night with a smirky little grin on their faces, because it makes them happy to tear you and your dreams apart.  What a trip!!!!

Well, I don’t have to take it.  I won’t take it anymore. 

There are going to be bad reviews.  And women and men who spend their money and their time deserve and opportunity to share their opinions.  I believe that. And I honor that.  I want to hear from them.  I want to be better for them and all my readers.

But I deserve the right to defend myself as well from that “other” type of reviewer – the one who wished that they could have done something else but didn’t, the one who never found the perfect opportunity so she just gave up and spent her entire life being bitter and attacking others. 

As an Interracial Romance Author, I get 10-20 emails a week from hate mongers who tell me that I’m not even human and have no right to write about a black woman and white man marrying each other.  I have to hear that my children are an abomination and that I don’t have a soul and should be back on a freaking plantation.  It’s hard enough to try to deal with those idiots. 

But on top of that, I get letters from sisters who would rather see me flipping burgers at a restaurant than pursuing my dreams.  I’ve already given the finger to the bigots of the world.  It looks like I’m going to use the other hand to give the finger to you too.

Fifty years from now, if God Almighty sees fit to still bless me with breath in my lungs, I’ll still be writing. I won’t ever quit.  So stop sending me emails and asking me to.  You’re wasting your time and more than that you’re pissing me off.

Do me a favor.  If you are only interested in attacking me, then don’t buy my books.  This is for the entertainment of people who want to do more than tear others down.  I want to hear from them.  I want their criticism, their support – not yours!!!

Latrivia Nelson @ Age 31!

Me in New York on the Hudson Bay with a Friend

It’s the day after my big 31st birthday, and I woke up this morning at 6:30.  Now, anyone who knows me can appreciate what a big step that is for me.  I’m a late riser, and I tend to go to bed very late.  It’s only because I write better late at night.

However, momma’s gotta brand new idea for age 31.  I want to be more proactive.  So, I’m attempting to get up earlier and get used to doing things the conventional way.

My husband, Adam, doesn’t have much faith in my new experiment.  He thinks that I’ll just ease back into late mornings where I wake up after ten to twelve hours of sleep and get started with my day.  But I’m going to surprise him. 

This morning, you should have seen his face when my alarm went off before the sun could rise all the way.  He was on the computer in the corner of our bedroom and when he heard the comforter rustle, he looked back all shocked with that “what in the hell” look on his face.

Well, I’m going to really get motivated this year. 

OMG!!! I am thirty one years old.  This is big!

I remember going out with my guy friends on a few occasions and there were always women in their 30s with us.  They seemed more together, more fashionable, had all the right comebacks and seemed to have it all figured out.  I was very young then, barely twenty, hanging with men ten years older or better.  They used to call me princess and little girl and so many other pet names. 

Now, I’m in my thirties and my guy friends are still around, and they don’t call me a baby anymore.  While I’m still younger than them, I find myself in the most stylish outfits with the busy schedule and quick and often sharp comebacks.  However, I don’t have it all figured out.  I’m still working on that one.

So the big question is what is going to be different about 31.  Well, I have a list.  And I won’t share it with you, because it’s sort of personal, but I can tell you that it includes three subgroups: financial, physical and spiritual.  I want to work on myself in all three areas.  Can you believe the kids fit into all three categories as well as Adam.  They are so greedy.

Many of my readers are well over 31.  I love to get their stories via email.  They share the most interesting stories.  I look forward to waking up, checking my email and getting a story from some of my readers who have had exciting weekends or finally found “the one.”  It makes for great material, and it enhances my life. I’m one of those who truly believes that sharing your stories helps other people grow.  Shame on you if you haven’t shared a story with someone.  It’s enlightening.  Plus, it’s down right entertaining.

One thing I wonder is if Adam still thinks of me as a young woman.  I wonder if my kids think that I’m old.  However, Jordan, our son, told me that I was 100 years old.  He needs to give me a freaking break. 

With every blessed year that you get a chance to be on this earth, however, I imagine that you have to give something back.  You have to pay your dues.  I know what I want to give in terms of literature and it terms of family and friends, but there has to be more.  So, I’m searching, you know.  I’m looking for one incredible way to give back.

What about you?  What things have you promised to give back as a result of you being on the earth one more year?

Well, that’s all for now on this blog.  I’ll be updating new blogs this week.

Oh, one more thing to share.  I started a Lonely Hearts Blog.  www.thelonelyheartseries.wordpress.com.

It’s a way to keep up with what’s coming up versus what’s already out there.

I hope you like it.
XoXo and all that jazz,

Latrivia S. Nelson