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Preview of Valentine 3

Greetings, everyone! I’m currently working on the third installment of the Valentine series, titled “Valentine 3: Queen of Hearts”. At least, that’s the title I’m working with now…it may change in the very near future.  Anyway, I wanted to share a little sample of what I have so far.  There’s going to be a lot of action in this third book, and our hero Val is going to learn a dark secret about her family.  Plus, you get to officially meet Allan and Mac Avery! Enjoy.

Chapter 2:

Right Car; Wrong Girl

Veronica woke up early the next morning, and wandered into the bathroom in the hallway. She stood in front of the sink and turned the knob for the hot water. She let the water run for a few seconds before she cupped her hands under the faucet and collected a handful of water, and splashed it on her face. She shook her head vigorously and blindly felt the towel rack to her right for her towel. When she found it, she dried her face, and gave a happy sigh. It was the first morning, the household felt whole. Her uncle, cousin, sister, and friend were together under one roof. Things could be normal again. She finished drying her face, and returned to the sink, and looked at her reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall. She leaned forward, and noticed her brunette roots were peaking through her fuchsia dye. She wondered if she should bother to dye her roots to match the rest of her hair, or if she should remove the fuchsia all together. There was no need to decide now. She could ask Val for her opinion, when she woke up.

There was movement down the hallway. She heard a door open, and the footsteps walking down the hall. It was Vincent. He noticed Veronica standing in front of the sink, and paused. “You’re up early,” he said.

“Yeah, couldn’t help it,” Veronica said. “I guess I couldn’t sleep. Want some breakfast?”

“Sure,” Vincent said. “But maybe we should wait for the others to get up?”

“No need,” Veronica said. She smiled and walked out of the bathroom, and followed her uncle down the hall and into the kitchen. “The smell of food will draw them out into the open.”

After Melinda and Victoria had left for school and Vincent had left for work, Val and Veronica were alone in the apartment. Outside, it was dreary and overcast; the weather forecast was calling for snow. Veronica stared apprehensively out the kitchen window. “It’s gonna snow,” she said. “I was planning to go to the store.”

“You might want to go now,” Val said. “Before it starts. Want me to go with you?”

“Nah, it’s okay,” Veronica said. “I’ll be right back. We just need a few things.” She ran her fingers through her hair and turned away from the window. “Say: do you think I should dye my hair, or just go back to my natural color?”

Val was busy drying the dishes in the dish rack and putting them away in the cabinet. “You want to be a brunette again?” she asked.

“I’m thinking about it,” Veronica said. “I don’t know. Let me get going so I can get back before the snow begins to fall.” She walked back to her bedroom and went into her closet. She pulled out a denim jacket and a black baseball cap with the band name My Chemical Romance embroidered on the front in white letters. She slid into her jacket, and found a bobby pin on top of her dresser, and used it to pin her hair up. She put the cap on, and grabbed her handbag. As she headed down the hall and towards the door, she called over her shoulder, “Need anything while I’m out?”

“Nope, I’m good,” Val replied.

“Okay,” Veronica said. She exited the apartment, and went downstairs and outside, to her car, a Honda Civic. She climbed inside and put her key in the ignition. The engine sputtered for a moment, then shut off. Veronica cocked an eyebrow, then tried again. She groaned, and tried one more time. The engine struggled, but shut off once more. She looked towards the apartment, and saw Val coming outside. Veronica smiled, took her key out of the ignition and stepped out of her car.

“I heard it struggling,” Val said, nodding towards the Honda. “Take my car, and I’ll take a look at yours.” Veronica smiled gratefully and she and Val exchanged keys.

Veronica opened the door to Val’s 1967 Ford Mustang. “It’s going to be kind of weird, driving your car,” she said. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“If I can’t trust you, who can I trust?” Val said.

Veronica grinned, and climbed into the car. As she started the car, the roar of the engine gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. She waved to Val as she pulled off.

A silver Camaro followed Veronica as she turned onto her street, on her way back from the grocery store. She parked Val’s car in it’s usual spot, across the street from the apartment. The silver Camaro parked two cars behind. When Veronica climbed out of the car, she didn’t see the man with dark blond hair walk up behind her, with a pillow case and a strip of packing tape in his hands. She wasn’t prepared for the tape coming over her head and landing across her mouth. She wasn’t prepared for the pillow case (which had been doused with chloroform) to suddenly slip over her head. Within seconds, she went from normal, to kicking and muffled screaming, to relaxing and falling asleep. The blond man lifted her up, and carried her over his shoulder. He opened the door to the Camaro, and slid her body into the car, laying her across the back seat. Then he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove away.

As he turned a corner, his cell phone rang. He answered the call, and put the phone on “speaker”. “Yes?”

“Hey Allan!” a female voice said. “Are we still having dinner together tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Allan replied. “Can I call you back later? I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“Okay,” the female said. “I’ll talk to you later.” The call ended, and Allan continued driving.

 

Allan carried his victim into his apartment building through a rear entrance the janitorial staff used. He used the staff’s elevator, and went up to the sixth floor, to his apartment. Once inside, he gently set her down on the couch, and sighed. “Okay,” he said. “I’m going to remove the sack. I need you to be quiet, okay? No screaming, or kicking, or anything like that. Nod if you understand me.”

She nodded her head.

Allan smiled. “Good.” He reached over, seized a handful of the pillow case, and pulled it off of her head. Her baseball cap came off as well. Her long fuchsia hair fell down. His smile quickly faded. “Oh,” he said, quietly. “Oh….oh boy. You’re not Valentine.” He reached over a second time, and peeled the tape away from her mouth.

“No, I’m NOT Valentine,” the girl said.

Allan put his hands on his hips. “Damn,” he said. “I can’t believe I grabbed the wrong one.”

“Who are you?” the girl asked. “And what do you want with my cousin?”

“Your cousin?” Allan asked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s your name?”

“Veronica,” the girl said. “And you are…”

“Allan,” Allan said. “Jeez, I’m sorry. I meant to grab Valentine. I saw the Mustang, and I figured you were her, and…oh boy.”

“So, you meant to kidnap my cousin?” Veronica said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Well, yeah,” Allan said. “You know, when you say kidnap you make this sound worse than it is.” He sighed heavily, and shook his head.

“Why am I here?” Veronica asked.

“I was hoping you could help me get my ex back,” Allan said.

“That’s a stupid plan,” Veronica said.

“Yeah, in hindsight, I guess it is,” Allan said. “So, your name is Veronica?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll bet everyone calls you Ronnie, eh?”

“Only my cousin calls me Ronnie.”

“Oh,” Allan said. “Right. Of course. So, I assume you have a cell phone, right?”

Veronica reached around and dug into her back pocket, and retrieved her cell phone.

“May I?” Allan asked, holding out his hand.

Veronica rolled her eyes and handed him her phone. He scrolled through her contacts until he found the name Val. “Val?”

“Yeah,” Veronica said, flatly.

Allan pressed “send”, held the phone up to his ear, and waited.

There was a knock at the Entienne door. Val answered it, and let Lola inside the apartment. “Hey, Lola,” she said. “Have you heard from Veronica?”

Lola stared at Val in confusion. She looked over at Melinda and Victoria, who were sitting side by side on the couch. “No,” she said. “Why? What’s the matter?”

“I’ve been trying to reach her,” Val said. “I called her cell, but there was no answer. My Dad hasn’t heard from her, either. It’s not like her to just ignore my calls.”

Lola furrowed her brow. She looked over at Melinda and Victoria again. “You two are home early.”

“Half day at school,” Melinda replied.

Suddenly, Val’s cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket, and looked at the screen. Veronica’s picture and phone number appeared.

“Is that her?” Lola asked, hopefully.

Val nodded, and answered the call. “Ronnie! It’s about time. I was worried about you.”

“I’m actually not Ronnie,” a voice said.

Val paused. “Who is this and why do you have my cousin’s phone?”

“Hi. My name is Allan,” the voice said.

“Hi,” Val said. “Where’s Veronica?”

“She’s with me,” Allan said. “Don’t worry: she’s safe. I made a little mistake. It’s a funny story, really. But, anyway, she’s with me. You can have her back, I just need to meet with Lola Vencent.”

“You want Lola?” Val asked. Lola gave her a puzzled look.

“Incidentally, is she there with you?” Allan asked. “Can I speak to her?”

“Yeah, sure,” Val said. She handed her cell phone to Lola. “He wants to talk to you.”

“Me?” Lola asked. “Who the hell is it?”

“Allan,” Val said.

“Allan?” Lola said. “Oh, my God.” She accepted the phone, and held it up to her ear. “Allan? Allan Avery?”

Allan smiled. “You remember me!” he said. “That’s awesome. How have you been, Lola? I’ve missed you.”

“Allan, why do you have Veronica?”

“I needed an excuse to get you to talk to me.”

“That’s a stupid plan.”

Allan sighed. “Veronica said the same thing. So, listen: I’ll let her go if you agree to meet with me.”

“Where?”

“Remember that diner we used to go to in Bayside? In an hour?”

Lola shook her head. “Fine,” she said. “One hour.”

“Awesome,” Allan said. “See you there.”

Lola ended the call and handed Val her phone. “Don’t worry about Veronica,” she said. “He won’t hurt her. I’m going to go get her back.”

“So, you know that guy?” Val asked, sliding her phone into her pocket.

“Yes,” Lola said with a sigh. “He’s my ex-boyfriend.”

Melinda giggled, and Victoria said, “Interesting.”

“I’ll be back,” Lola said. She turned, and left the apartment.

Val turned to Melinda and Victoria and asked, “What just happened?” The girls only shrugged their shoulders.

Lola entered the diner and looked around at the booths and tables. When she spotted Allan sitting alone in a booth, he waved her over. She sighed, and made her way through the dining room to his booth, and sat across from him. “Hello, Allan,” she said.

Allan flashed her a smile. “Hello, Lola,” he said. “You’re looking well.”

“Thank you,” Lola said. “So, why am I here? What do you want?”

“You,” Allan said, simply. “I want you. I want you back in my life, and I want to be back in yours. I wanted to show you, despite what happened today, I’ve changed since the last time you saw me.”

“And you thought kidnapping Veronica would help you achieve your goal?” Lola asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I meant to grab Valentine,” Allan said. “But, yes, I did.”

“Well, I’m here,” Lola said. “So, in a way, your plan worked.”

Allan smiled proudly. “We were good together, you and I,” he said. “We could be good together again.”

Lola sighed, and looked away. “Allan…”

“Come on, Lola,” Allan said, sweetly. “I’m not the man I used to be.”

Lola returned her gaze to him. She snickered, and shook her head. He was still cute and sarcastic. She was happy everything about him hadn’t changed. “Okay,” she said. “We’ll give it a try. Now, where’s Veronica?” She paused for a moment, then asked, “She’s not in the trunk of your car, is she?”

“Good Lord, no!” Allan said. “She’s back at my apartment. I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“Good,” Lola said.

“Since we’re here , do you want to order something?” Allan asked. “Their burgers are still good.”

“No, I really should get going,” Lola said. “And I’m going to need Veronica.”

“Okay,” Allan said. “Follow me.” He stood up from the booth and waited for Lola to stand up as well. She followed him out of the diner, to the parking lot.

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What Would An Interview with Amy from Our Lady Sound Like?

Band members generally do interviews, don’t they? If Amy from “Our Lady of Righteous Rage” did an interview, what would it be like? It would probably appear in Rolling Stone magazine.  So, for your entertainment, here’s a mock interview with Amy, with an RS cover to boot! OurLadyRSCover

 

Our Lady of Righteous Rage Plays Us A Song

 

Loud guitars, crazy lyrics and bouts of insomnia: Amy Edwards takes us into the weird world of Our Lady

By Nicole E Woolaston

 

Amy Edwards stands in the center of her closet, staring down at the row of shoes on the floor. They’re sneakers mostly; separated by brand. She wears only two: Converse and Macbeth. Everything else is a miss-mosh of various brands and styles acquired over the past few years from birthday gifts and photo shoots. “Almost all of my shoes have laces in them,” Edwards says, playfully kicking at a pair of burgundy Chucks. “Flats hurt the back of my heels, and high heels? Forget about it.”

Do you own any dress shoes?

“A few” she says. “But how often am I in a dress?”

It’s true: the girl from Bayside is, who she has always been. She’s not flowery dresses and brilliant manicures. She’s jeans and band tee’s. She wears her nails short on her left hand in order to play her guitars. She still hates the color pink.

“It’s despicable,” Edwards says. “It’s an okay color on its own, but not for clothing; not for me anyway. When I was born, I had almost no hair, and everyone thought I was a boy. So, until I was old enough to have my ears pierced, my mother always dressed me in pink. In fact, until the day she let me pick out my own clothes, most of what she made me wear was pink. So, I stared hating it. To this day, I can’t stand it.”

Which is why she has never worn the carnation pink sweater she received from a family member for one of her birthdays.

 

 

We move the conversation to the finished basement in the two-story house she shares with husband and band mate Rob Zickye. The entire basement is a musician’s dream, with Rob’s Sabian drum set, her guitars, recording equipment, Marshall amps, and a keyboard. On the walls, pictures of other bands, some of whom Our Lady has either opened for, or had the privilege of opening for Our Lady. Her first picture (and favorite) is on the far left.

“Me and [drummer] Tre Cool,” Edwards says, pointing to the picture in the black frame. “I met him completely by accident, when Our Lady was first getting started. One of the greatest experiences of my life.”

If you weren’t in this band, where would you be? What would you be doing?

She laughs, and shakes her head. “Probably still working retail,” she says. “Retail is brutal. I pity anyone with a retail job, especially cashiering. It’s the worst. And anyone who has never worked in retail who disagrees, needs to spend a year in retail. It’s a bitch.”

Would you want to do anything else?

Edwards pauses, thoughtfully. “I used to think so,” she says. “I mean, I can draw, and I do a lot of writing. But then I realized being in this band incorporates those other things. I get to write some of our songs. I help design our album covers. So, I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Plus, I get to coach my son’s band.”

Edwards’ son Jon and two of his friends formed Sons Of War And Peace only a few years ago, but they’ve already come a long way. During an Our Lady tour last year, Sons opened one of their New York shows. “They were scared to death,” Edwards recalls. “We did a show upstate, and they opened for us, for the first time ever. They were nervous, but once Jon played that first chord, they were okay.”

Is that what is was like for you, the first time you went on stage?

“The first time?” Edwards asks. “Its like that every time!”

Really?

“God, yes!” Edwards says. “Its not something you ever really get used to. I think its because every show is different. Anything can happen, anything can go wrong. People tell me to be optimistic not pessimistic, but I believe it being realistic. It would be different if the same people came to our shows, but it’s a different group every time, so you can’t look out in the audience and be comforted by a familiar face. Its always new.”

What helps you get over your anxiety?

“I remind myself I’m doing something I love,” Edwards says. “With three of the people I love most.”

Of course, those three are husband Rob, and longtime friends Nick Lianetti and Aidan Sirci. The four have known each other since high school, and have been a band for nearly ten years. They started out playing under the name Torch, which was the name of Lianetti’s old band. They broke up, and Lianetti attempted to form a new band with Edwards and her then husband (and Lianetti’s cousin) David Sarconi. Sarconi dropped out of the band and he and Edwards divorced shortly after. In need of a drummer, they turned to Rob Zickye. They played as a three-piece band until Lianetti reached a critical decision.

“He (Lianetti) thought I was being wasted as a bass player,” Edwards says. “He heard me sing and said I needed to sing with him more. He got in touch with Aidan and talked him into joining us. He became our bass player, and I moved up front with Nic.”

I heard this wasn’t an easy change for you.

Edwards smirks and looks away. “No, not really. I mean, it was cool just playing bass and singing back up. Nic wanted me to be in the front, next to him, playing my guitar and singing. I was scared to death! But I was willing to try it for his sake.”

We’re momentarily joined by Jon, Edwards’ son. He comes half-way down the steps and pokes his head into the room. He says hello, and says he’s on his way out the door to meet up with his band mates. Edwards nods and waves him on.

Is he as dedicated to playing as you are?

“Oh yes,” Edwards says. “They play together nearly four times a week, a couple of hours a day. And they’re good. I’m not just saying that because of Jon….they’re really freak’n good.”

 

 

Our conversation transfers from Edwards’ house to her office at Our Lady’s recording studio. The rest of the band is already there, along with their manager, Mike Murnsen. Murnsen has been with them since the recording of the first Torch CD. The band has been offered contracts with major labels, but has decided to remain independent. I asked Lianetti if they would ever reconsider.

“Signing with a major label would mean surrendering a lot of creative control,” Lianetti says. “We had a meeting with a label who will remain nameless in this conversation. They had all of these stupid ideas for our next record. We’re a punk band, and they wanted us to play pop music.”

“Nic hates pop music,” Sirci chimes in.

“We outlined our plans for Rise Resist Reform,” Lianetti says. “They said it wouldn’t work; concept albums were dead. We walked away, recorded Rise Resist Reform, and watched it climb Billboard’s Top Ten.”

 

The next hour or so is spent inside the recording studio down the hall. Edwards and Lianetti work on guitar solos while Zickye bangs away on his drums. Sirci fills in the gaps with a bass solo he’s been perfecting on his own. Lianetti has been playing with different effects on his guitar, and he’s encouraging Edwards to do the same.

“I have absolutely no coordination for this,” Edwards whispers as she stares down at the array of switches on the floor next to a foot pedal. “I don’t know how Nic does it.”

She plugs in anyway, and begins to play one of the band’s new songs, “Seeing in the Dark”. She’s playing the song on Jack, her Fender Starcaster. As Lianetti once put it, it’s “not the Monte Blanc of the Fender family”, but over the years it has served Edwards well. She and Sirci have tweaked it to perfection: working on the wiring and changing the pickups. Jack can now compete with any of Lianetti’s Gibsons. As she strums a few power chords, Edwards launches into the chorus of “Seeing in the Dark”. “I don’t need you to light my way/ I don’t need you to light my way/ Without you/ I’m getting better at seeing in the dark”.

There’s a brief intermission; the band discusses their next move. Lianetti yawns. Its contagious, as everyone else begins to yawn, too.

“Nobody sleeps in Our Lady,” Edwards says. “You just learn to deal with insomnia. If you wake up in the middle of the night with lyrics in your head, you have to get up and write them down.”

How much sleep do you guys get per night?

Lianetti smiles weakly. “Maybe three hours.”

Sirci nods in agreement. “Three sounds about right.”

Lianetti picks up a guitar and announces he wants to add a new riff he’s been working on, to “Seeing in the Dark”. Sirci adjusts the strap of his bass, while Zickye seats himself behind his drum set.

Edwards says this is the way it’s always been. Writing crazy lyrics. Functioning with little or no sleep. It’s tough, but they manage to hold it together.

What helps you guys function as a band?

“I believe we pull it off because we’re friends,” Edwards says. “Real friends. We were friends before we were in a band, and I think that’s very important. So if the day every comes when we don’t want to do this anymore, at least we’ll still have our friendship. I don’t think every band can say that.”

After rehearsal, Sirci and Zickye head out to pick up food for the band, Murnsen goes into his office to make a few phone calls. Lianetti stays behind with Edwards. She begins to recall the day Lianetti taught her the value of believing in the power of what being accomplished.

“He played Ray Charles’ Money: That’s What I Want on stage at a club one night,” Edwards says, nodding towards Lianetti. “It was just him, his guitar, an amp and a microphone. His vocals were killer and he really went to work on that guitar. It was one of his best performances. Afterward he told me he didn’t really know how to play the song on his guitar. He just played the chords he thought sounded correct, and sang. It completely blew my mind, because he had the crowd eating out of his hand.”

“It’s not about how well you play,” Lianetti said. “It’s about believing in what you’re doing. Even if you only know a few chords, you can play any song. Give the audience a show, and you’ll own the stage.”

“Even today, I still feel like my playing ability is limited,” Edwards says. “But because of everything Nic has taught me, I learned to take a little bit of knowledge and stretch it out.”

 

I asked Edwards what the next Our Lady album will be like.

“It’s gonna be dark,” Edwards says. “We’re considering the title, Spectre. Nic has a sinister idea for the cover art. Most of the songs we’ve been writing lately have been sort of creepy. They’ve had this very dark element to them. We go through these periods where everything we come up with has a common theme: political, humorous, dark…and so on. It seems to be based on whatever was going on in our lives at the moment. Or, in this case, whatever was serving as entertainment.”

What do you mean?

“We’re into horror movies,” Edwards says. “A lot of horror movies came out last year, and it had an effect on our writing—-especially Nic’s. We’ve all been watching more paranormal shows lately (Edwards is a huge fan of Travel Channel’s Ghost Adventures). Plus we’ve picked up more Emo and Goth fans, and I think that had something to do with it, too.”

Is that why the band changed their colors to red and black ?

“I think so,” Edwards says.

 

In the adjacent building, is another one of Edwards projects. Last year she created a clothing line, Punk Couture. Her line consists of pieces designed for her Emo and Goth fans. There’s also a line of lipsticks and nail polish, known as 30 Shades of Black. All of the colors are either black, or black mixed with red, brown, blue or fuchsia. “I have a hard time finding what I like,” Edwards says of her shopping experiences. “I’m very picky when it comes to clothing. That’s why I started designing. I know what I like, and I won’t wear something just because it’s in season, or everyone else is wearing it. I have my own style.”

So we’re not likely to see you in pink or yellow?

Edwards smiles and giggles. “I don’t think so. Maybe if there are little skulls on the clothing.” She pauses. “But I doubt it.”                                                                                                                    NW

 

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Self-Publishing Thru Queens Public Library

Wednesday, November 12, 2014: Self Publishing Thru Queens Public Library

Welcome back, everyone! This week’s blog is for my fellow indie writers: those of you who have self-published your work, or are thinking about self-publishing.  One of the challenges I face as a writer, is simply getting people to read my work.  Gaining exposure can be difficult.  Thankfully, I came across a wonderful resource which may help solve that problem: The Queens Public Library.  For those of you in NY, or at least familiar with NY, my wonderful state is broken into 5 boroughs (“counties” in other states).  There’s Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan and Staten Island.  I live in Queens, and I use the Queens Public Library ALOT.  A librarian recently informed me, QPL has a new program, where writers can publish their work in the form of an ebook, and make their work available for patrons to borrow through the library system.  You won’t receive any royalties for this, but it is a great way to gain some exposure.  I have decided to participate.  Below, is a link to the QPL site, where writers wan upload their work for consideration:

http://www.queenslibrary.org/services/self-publish

I strongly recommend this.  When you upload your work, you also have the option of including  a link to a website, if  a physical copy of your book is available for sale.

Next week: The birth of Our Lady of Righteous Rage, and the 20th anniversary of Woolaston Entertainment! (yes, my creation is turning 20!). Until next week…

Blog from Woolaston Entertainment: Valentine Apart Series

Thursday, October 23, 2014: Valentine Apart

Happy Thursday, everyone! Welcome back to the weekly blog on Woolaston Entertainment.com. This week, I’d like to share a little info about a new series I’m working on. It’s the “Valentine Apart” series. Simply put, this series will focus on characters in the Valentine series aside from Val herself. There are currently two working titles: Allan & Mac, and Her Name is Lola Vencent.

Allan & Mac

These are two characters you won’t be familiar with, but they will play very important roles in Valentine 3, when it becomes available. They’re a pair of siblings and hit men as well. Their methods of carrying out their hits are a bit unorthodox (example: Mac’s idea of drowning an alcoholic in a tub of beer, to serve as an ironic death). Despite Allan and Mac’s chosen profession, the story itself is a dark comedy. The pair finds time in between jobs to have sarcastic arguments with one another over who makes a better hit man. There are some dramatic elements as well, such as the strained relationship between the pair and their father, and the question of whether or not they’re “doing the right thing”. Even if you’ve never read Valentine, I believe you’ll enjoy it.

Her Name is Lola Vencent

You already know Lola Vencent. She’s Rafferty’s former valkyrie. She a close friend of Val Entienne, aka Valentine. She’s also pretty good with a gun. This arc of the story takes you back in time, to Lola’s college days, her friendship with Barbara O’Riley, and the events that led her to work for Rafferty in the first place. Although both stories take place before Valentine is introduced, Her Name is Lola Vencent serves as more of a prelude to the Valentine series than Allan & Mac.

I’m hoping to make both books available before Valentine 3. I think both will provide more insight into the characters who are already in the series, and those who are about to be introduced.

Until next week…..

My published fiction

Just a little reminder for all of my readers. I have published 5 fiction books, and they’re all available on readpublishing.com. They are:
Fortune’s Wing
Fortune’s Wing : Second Flight
Valentine
Valentine 2: The Patron Saint
Our Lady of Righteous Rage

Thank you!

Poetry, Literature, Broadway and More!

Thursday, June 19, 2014: Poetry, Literature, Broadway and More!

 

Another week is upon, good readers. Welcome back to the weekly blog on Woolaston Entertainment.com.  I have so much to tell you, but I will do my best to squeeze it into as few words as possible (no promises, though).  I’d like to begin with one of my favorite women, Patti Smith:

 

Auguries of Innocence:

 

Poet, musician, songwriter, and all around inspiration: Patti Smith.  I recently got my hands on a copy of “Auguries of Innocence”, Patti’s first book of poetry in over a decade.  There are twenty-eight poems in all, which range from short 28-liners to extended poems, like my favorite: “Our Jargon Muffles the Drum”.  It reads almost like a single. Run-on sentence.  When I reached the line , and the  empty hand of innocence transfusing street of the sorrows and children of the wood… I had to smile to myself. If you’ve ever listened to Patti’s version of Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit”, you recognize that line of poetry from the song.  Another one of my favorites is “Eve of All Saints”.  I can visualize the writer in the poem, returning to his home and lying in his bed for the last time.  I can appreciate the image of death being peaceful, and not agonizing.  My other favorite, “Mummer Love”, a dedication to another poet I admire: Arthur Rimbaud.  After all, it was Patti Smith’s writing that led me to Rimbaud in the first place.   Whether you’re a fan of Patti’s music or not, if you’re into poetry, or if you’re considering getting into poetry, I recommend “Auguries of Innocence”.

 

Of Mice and Men:

 

First of all, if you’re at least 20 years old and you’ve never read John Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men”, shame on you.  Yes, I said it. Shame! I read it fourteen years ago, and then I re-read it Tuesday night in about an hour.  If you haven’t read it, I will try not to spoil it too much  for you.  It’s the story of George and Lennie: two men trying to find work in 1930’s California.  The two men are traveling together, with George looking out for Lennie, who, despite his enormous size, had the brain of a child.  They have a plan to get land and a place of their own, however, fate may deal them a different hand (I didn’t spoil the ending, right? You can still read the book. I haven’t ruined it for you).  Much of Steinbeck’s writing (you should read his other work, too) involves people struggling to survive and make ends meet.  This is something I can relate to : moving from place to place, living hand to mouth.  I’ll tell you more about that in another blog.

 

Okay, so if you decide not to read the book, see one of the film adaptations (you should do both, in my opinion).  Better yet: if you’re in the New York area between now and July 27, see the play on Broadway! I did! James Franco stars as George, and Chris O’Dowd is Lennie.   The play is true to the book (read it), and was very well acted.

 

 

Twitter and Facebook:

Last but not least, social media.  If you’re following me on Twitter or Facebook, thank you very much.  If you’re not following me, give it a try.  I don’t bite, and I follow back.  You may also want to follow Amy Edwards (@amyjedwards82) on Twitter, and Google + as well.  In fact, I’m on Google+ (good Lord, I have so many pages to keep up with).

 

If you’d like a book review, please contact me.  I’m happy to do it.  You can contact me via Twitter, Facebook, or even Instagram.  Or, email me at woolent@woolastonentertainment.com.  Or, you can ask Amy for a review. She’s ourlady_82.   She wrote a killer review for “Valentine” on bn.com.  (here’s the link: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/valentine-nicole-e-woolaston/1100369272?ean=9781450065030 ).  Find her on Twitter, or email her at amyjedwards82@gmail.com.  Until next week… 

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Thursday, June 12, 2014: Anatomy of a Song w/ Our Lady of Righteous Rage, and the Fortune’s Wing Screenplay

 

Salutations, everyone! Welcome to the weekly blog.  This week, I’d like to discuss some of the inspiration behind the lyrics in Our Lady of Righteous Rage, as well as the upcoming screenplay for Fortune’s Wing.  Plus, I’ve made several changes to this website.  So, let’s get started.

 

Anatomy of a Song

 

One of the most important elements of Our Lady is music, and by music, I mean the lyrics to the band’s songs.  The first full set of lyrics to appear in the book, are the lyrics to “Wish You Well”.  It’s the song Amy writes in reference to her father.  In reality, it’s a song I wrote for my father.  The line, “I wish you well”, sounds like she’s wishing her father luck.  The truth is, she’s being sarcastic.  She doesn’t wish him well at all.  More or less, what she’s trying to say is, “Hey, you were never around when I needed you, but I’ll move on, so forget you”.  The lyrics, “This would be so easy/ If you were just deceased”, doesn’t mean she wishes her father was dead.  What Amy is referring to, is if her father was dead, at least that would be an excuse for him not spending time with her.  The fact that he is alive and well and just doesn’t see her, makes the situation harder to deal with.  Another important song in the book (and my personal favorite) is “Come for the Wake, Stay for the Funeral”.  Amy writes this song after her mother’s aunt’s funeral.  Disgusted by the way her family is acting during the wake and at the burial site, Amy begins to view the service as a sort of “Spectator Sport”.  The opening lyrics to the song, “All you spectators please gather ‘round/The dearly beloved is barely in the ground” relates to the conversations Amy overhears during the service: people simply wondering if the aunt left them anything in her will.  No one seems to care that she is no longer living.  In reality, I wrote this song in 2009, after my mother’s Aunt Dorothy passed away.  Same situation: people just wanted to know who would get her house or her money.  Next, is Nick’s song, “Smoke and Glass”.  The complete lyrics do not appear in the book, however, the song is a tribute to September 11th.

 

The lyrics that the characters write in the story run parallel with the events in their lives.  But, this is what most songwriters do: use the events in their lives as inspiration for their music.  I suppose this is true for writers of any sort.  Charles Dickens is a good example.  Some of his best work involves young men born into unfortunate circumstances, and later, their lives turn around for the better.  I wrote the lyrics for all of Our Lady’s songs, and bits and pieces of my life can be found in the lyrics.

 

 

Screenplay for Fortune’s Wing

 

I’ve had several people approach me about writing a screenplay for at least one of my books. What’s taken me so long is, I’ve never written a screenplay before, and I didn’t know how to go about doing so.  Thankfully, I have enrolled in an online screenwriting class, so, as I work on my screenplay for my assignment, I will also develop a screenplay for Fortune’s Wing.  Its going to take awhile, but I am determined to finish it.  So, someday, you may see an adaptation of Fortune’s Wing  on the big screen (fingers crossed).  If you’re interested in taking the screenwriting class, check it out on Skillshare.com.  The class is being taught by James Franco.  I’ll post a link to the site on the bottom of this blog.

 

 

Changes to the Website

 

Yes, you may have noticed, things are different on Woolaston Entertainment.com! The mail order form is GONE.  That’s right: GONE.  I am no longer pushing the paperback editions of my books, which I published with Xlirbis.  If you would still like a copy, please email me: woolent@hotmail.com.  My biography and the W.E. biography are on a separate page now.  On the homepage, you were greeted by Val Entienne from Valentine.  I’m still working on some other ideas, so please continue to visit the site for new content.

 

 

Thank you to my Facebook and Instagram followers.  And a very big thank you to the 245 people following me on Twitter! Thank you to everyone on WordPress, Tumblr, and Skillshare, too.  Until next week….

 

 

Here’s the link for the screenwriting class with James Franco on Skillshare.com:

 

http://www.skillshare.com/classes/film-and-video/Introduction-to-Screenwriting-for-Short-Films/637339250?via=browse