The Lucky 7 Club – The blogging game for authors #amwriting cc @leighkhunt

I was invited by Leigh K Hunt to join the “Lucky 7” Club. How exciting!

It is a blogging game for authors. The rules are that you must post an excerpt from one of your books it has to be seven sentences, lines or paragraphs from page 77, seven lines down.

Here is my entry, an extract from my novel, 2012 The Final Revelation.

“You have to admit it’s a curious thing. Why did the Maya end their calendar so mysteriously? With their amazing skills, was there something they could see that we can’t? What will happen on that last day?”

“It ends sometime in December this year doesn’t it?” Andrew queried.

“The twenty-first of December. It’s not long away now,” Ben said. “It would be amazing if the Codex might shed some light.”

“Could it?”

“I hope so. It would be an even greater find if it was to reveal more about what the ancients believed would happen on that end day. We don’t have much to go on. It’s such a mystery.”

Andrew looked at the stone for a long moment before responding. “It might make it clearer that nothing at all will happen on the last day, and stop all this crazy talk.”

“Or,” Ben looked at Andrew seriously, “it might confirm the calendar’s ominous message,” Ben replied.

“We have six months to find out.”

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Thank you Leigh! Anyone else want to play?

Do I believe in 2012? #endtimes #kindle #mayan

Many people, after reading my novel, 2012 The Final Revelation,  have asked me if I believe in the “myth” about the 21st of December, 2012. Will the events depicted in my story really happen? When the predicted 5th age comes, will it really be the end times?

I answer “No,” but with a tiny caveat. I must confess, during my research into this subject,  I occasionally had a wee pang of concern. So many strange things do come together around this time however, I’m a happy optimist by nature, and a realist. The world won’t end for billions of years, when the sun expands and the earth is destroyed.

But, could “mankind” be greatly dimished by some disaster, eh, probably. It’s happened 65 million years ago with the dinosaurs so we can’t be blind to that. Something big will go down one day but, hopefully, it will be far in the future.

The fact is I admire and respect the ancient Maya civilization and their remarkable ability to study time. The most important thing to know about the Maya was their incredible knowledge of architecture, writing, mathematics, and the solar system. They charted the sky, every inch of it. The famous Stone of the Sun, housed in the National Museum in Mexico City, seems to indicate the end of an age looms ever closer.

Why did they do that? Could they see something we can’t? Is it the “end” or a “new beginning?” When is the actual date?

The Maya, and Aztecs who followed, called this the “the fifth and final age.” The actual end date, 21st of December, 2012,  is up for debate. Experts have analysed and done calculations, but whether the exact date is accurate, we don’t know. Perhaps they have mis-calculated? Perhaps not…

In my own novel, I tried to be as factual as possible. My main character, Andrew Cunningham, does not believe in the “end of days”. That makes him real. He’s a regular guy, trying to find the answer.

I am a writer and wrote a fictional story. Whether you believe or not, I find the subject fascinating.

I say let’s all be happy, love, live life to the fullest and pursue your dreams 🙂

Will I be in a ‘dark place’ on December the 21st?

I’ll let you know closer the time 😉

Lisa xox

#Writing has made me rich… #amwriting

Writing has made me rich. No, not in money but through my characters whose lives, loves, suffering, anguish and triumphs I’ve shared.

I believe, as a fiction writer, we need the ability to take a breath, close our eyes and become our characters, just for a moment.

In this way, one can step into a scene, see and experience things as if you are living it yourself. You can picture your surroundings with complete clarity, respond in conversation, act and react to events and feel emotions.

Being a writer has made me a better person. My own life is pretty darn great but I’ve also experienced amazing things through my characters. I’ve been an archaeologist, fallen into a tomb and discovered great things. I’ve been alone, in a world devoid of people, seen horror, suffered trauma and found love.

All in my imagination.

Writing has made me rich.

Lisa Flaus

Author: 2012 The Final Revelation

I had a dream #amwriting #writing

I sometimes tweet: “If you have a dream, dream big. You will achieve it.”

It is something I believe in so much, I can’t help but keep saying it. A dream is really a hope, a goal. I know some things would be hard, if not impossible to achieve. Here’s some silly examples of my own:

  1. Win Americas Next Top Model. Yeah, right. That just makes me giggle.
  2. Grow taller. Mmm mm, that’s not gunna happen.
  3. Stop eating the chocolate. Nup.

Some dreams though, are possible. With hard work, focus and dedication I believe you can achieve anything.

My dream was to write a novel. Then I thought that wasn’t a BIG enough goal, so I changed it to be “write a great novel that people can’t put down.” That was my dream.

6 years later I achieved the “write a novel” part. Not sure about the “can’t put down” part lol! I hope I did 😉

Dream it, believe it can be done and believe you can do it.

What’s your dream?

Welcome 2012!

Happy New Year everyone!

I have been watching peoples 2012 resolutions so thought I’d set some of my own.

My biggest challenge this year is to complete the sequel to my novel, 2012 The Final Revelation.

It is a mammoth task. My first novel took 6 years from concept to publication and my goal is to have the sequel done by December, 2012. Eeekkk…

Completing this, on top of a busy full time job, blogs, twitter (which I love) and promotional work, will make things difficult.

The good news is I have completed five chapters and know the story, albeit a few gaps in my thinking.

In preparation, I’ve cleared my house of HALF its content. Radical! I’ve cleaned it ceiling to floor, washed every item and given an amazing amount of it to charity.

I have no distractions, no clutter and no noise. The house is bare and I can now focus.

My 2012 resolutions are:

  • Spend more time with my family and friends
  • Do not bring “work” home every night and weekend
  • Eat healthy (that’s a funny one…)
  • Go for a walk every night
  • Be a good writing buddy to Amber Craig
  • Write, write, edit and write until the book is finished.

Have you set 2012 resolutions? What are you planning? Let me know and I’ll nag you from time to time! 😉

Love Lisa

Blog: Lisa the Ghost Hunter!

What the heck is that? Hello!

Waitomo Cave ghost.

I think I’ve found my new vocation. GHOST HUNTING! 😛

A few weeks ago I went to visit the Waitomo caves, famous for amazing glow worms. As part of that trip, eight of us stayed at the Waitomo Caves Hotel. When I told someone about it, they told me it was supposedly haunted.

My eyes lit up! Awesome!

Do I believe in ghosts? Yes. I believe in God. God is spirit. I believe in angels. I believe in the afterlife. No question in my mind there is life after death. But, is this hotel really haunted or, is it hype?

I’m an avid fan of ghost hunter and most haunted TV shows. Now I get a real live chance to try this ghost hunting lark for myself. I don’t have a thermal camera, voice recorder or those weird gadgets but I’ll take my camera along and hunt the halls at night, trying not to scream too loud.

When I arrived I felt nothing. The place is old and if there was a ghost wandering around I wouldn’t be surprised. I spoke to two of the staff and they said they had worked there for years but had never seen anything. That’s very cool they were honest about it and not trying to sell the hotel as haunted. I found that interesting. It would be a great money spinner! 😉

It was 9pm by the time we had finished our glow worm tour and had dinner. I got my camera and start taking shots. The idea was to take as many as I could and then just look for anything strange. I didn’t have to look hard.

As I walked around I kept saying: “Come on. I’m here. Please say hello!”

Even though I’m a believer, it’s important you know, I am also very analytical. So the photos I’m showing you, I’ve really thought a lot about. I looked at the scene at the time, and the before and after shots, and I simply cannot explain them.

My very first photo, looking down the stairs from our room, showed a white ball of light. I saw it immediately in my viewer, dropped the camera down and looked at the scene. Nothing could explain it. I took a second shot and the circle of light was now smaller, more defined and in a different location. I took other photos from the same location. Nothing in them.

Orb in the hallway

I whispered “Hello, thanks.”

I went outside, where everyone was having drinks, and took more photos. Lights appeared, like orbs. I thought they could be flying bugs catching the flash of my camera but some cannot be explained as they are quite a distance away and very well defined. Also, a rather large round light was very close to the side of one of the photos.

Then many others of the same scene, have no lights at all.

Unexplained lights outside

I walked to the front of the hotel entrance and took five photos. The first two show nothing, the third shows a figure in light, the last two, nothing. I didn’t notice the figure until I returned to the table and was scrolling through the photos.

What the heck is that? Hello!

Everybody looked through the view finder and we couldn’t explain it. So I immediately returned to the spot and tried to duplicate it. I couldn’t. I know people will be sceptical but I cannot explain it. What I find the most amazing, is that after I was saying “Please say hello,” the figure looks like it’s waving at me :-d

I like to think it’s my 11:11 guardian angel saying hello. Just let me believe that 🙂

What do you think?

I’m a library book! Whoop Whoop!

The deleted chapter. #amreading

For anyone who has read my novel, 2012 The Final Revelation, I’d like to share a chapter I removed from the final edit.

It was a chapter I had to delete in order to reduce word count and make the story move faster. When you are writing a thriller/mystery you need the action to occur quickly so the reader gets caught up in the drama. Also, I should not explain what my characters look like in so much detail. I should leave the reader to imagine for themselves.

A lovely person called Cathy taught me that 😉 Thank you Cathy xox

It was, along with other sentences, paragraphs and even characters I highlighted, paused, then hit the delete button.

Oh the trauma!

This was originally Kathryn’s opening chapter. Please forgive any mistakes as this was not part of the final professional edit.

Chapter 2 (deleted chapter)

Auckland Airport, New Zealand

Wednesday, 19th December, 2012

Kathryn Scott stood watching the vast sea of humanity pass her by. The hustle and bustle of people from all walks of life, ages, cultures and characters surrounded her, in a whirl of movement, energy and life. It was almost like she had stepped into an alternative reality, standing still and quiet, while waves of colourful sight and sound danced by.

There was a constant noise, broken only by the occasional airport announcement, momentarily hushing and stilling all other sound. Soft flute music played to sooth the weary traveller and a multitude of different conversations filled her ears.

Kathryn waited.

Of the six hundred and fifty billion people on the planet earth, Kathryn Scott was just one unique soul amongst an assortment of faces, eyes, skin colors, hair styles and clothing. She was undoubtedly a fine looking woman, totally oblivious to the stares and glances of people whose eyes swept over her. At twenty four, she was a picture of health and beauty. She stood tall and graceful. She had long, wavy dark brown hair, softly cascading down her back. She had a smooth fair complexion and her face was one of perfect dimensions, but it was her eyes that stood out most of all, the colour of faded blue denim and framed with long lashes.

Kathryn was happy. She genuinely loved life and especially this time of year, a bright combination of summer, Christmas and holiday time, all rolled together. She loved her family, friends and career, and over the last few weeks, was beginning to feel the initial butterfly stirrings of new love for the man she was waiting for.

Standing on tippy toes, she darted her eyes over the crowd and caught a glimpse of him. He had finally made it to the front of the queue and was standing at the check in counter.

She watched him a while, then her eyes panned down and finally fixed themselves on a stilled baggage trolley parked beside her, overloaded with an array of brightly coloured suitcases. Her mind began to wander, thinking about the previous evening. It had been the first night they had ever spent together in their short, four week relationship. It had been as perfect a night as could be depicted in an award winning romantic movie.

“Sorry that took so long,” Peter said, coming up beside her, “there was a huge queue getting on flights!”

Kathryn felt Peter take his big hand in hers and they darted and weaved their way through the crowds, trolleys and bags, towards the departure gate. A large sign read: ‘Travellers only beyond this point.’ No sooner had they stopped, short of the roped off area, than a loud announcement boomed overhead, ‘NZ507 bound for Christchurch, boarding now at gate three.’

“Thank you, I really appreciate you driving me out,” Peter said, still clutching her hand.

“I wanted to see you off,” Kathryn replied.

“I’m sorry we don’t have time to get a coffee.” Peter glanced down at his watch.

They looked into each others eyes.

“It’s only two weeks. I’ll be back,” Peter said.

“I know,” Kathryn replied, her top teeth catching her bottom lip in a coy, shy gesture.

Peter pulled her close. Kathryn could smell his aftershave and she could hear him breath in deeply, smelling her hair.

Kathryn looked up at him and wondered if he knew what she was feeling. His eyes met hers. He knew. They kissed.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too,” she said.

Peter leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “I’ll be thinking about you constantly.”

“I’ll be thinking of you too. Have a great Christmas with your family.”

“You too, I’ll ring you tonight.”

“Bye.”

They kissed again and reluctantly parted.

Kathryn watched Peter as he made his way through security, her mind full of giddy emotion. She watched him turn to get a last glimpse of her. Peter paused and held the stare. Kathryn wondered if he had changed his mind about leaving and was going to suddenly run towards her. He didn’t. He smiled, waved and walked away out of her sight and out of her life.

Kathryn did not have the remotest idea that she would never, ever see him again.

Can you relate to these writing quotes? #amwriting

I think these are funny because, even though they are old, they are still relevant today!

“The wastepaper basket is still the writer’s best friend.” Issaac Singer, Story writer and novelist.

“When I’m writing a novel, I’m dealing with a double life. I live in the present at the same time that I live in the past with my characters. Is is this that makes a novelist so eccentric and unpleasant.” John Marquand (1893-1960)

“One ought to write only when one leaves a piece of one’s flesh in the inkpot each time one dips one’s pen.” Count Leo Tolstoy (1828 – 1910)

“I am breaking my heart over this story and cannot bear to finish it.” Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

LOL I love them! Can you relate to these too?

Lisa Flaus