Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Blog Tour: The S-Word and the origin of Slang Terms + Giveaway

For the purposes of this post I am not starring out any of the "language" in this post. I believe the message here is extremely important and should be examined and not dismissed due to the dialogue engaged below. 

I think Chelsea Pitcher has done an amazing job addressing this slang topic, which, in case you're curious, I did pitch to her first and am proud to host here on MPB.

In her own words, "Don’t censor yourself, but rather, take time to think about the meanings of slang." 



I’ve always been fascinated by slang. I think if someone visited America from another country, they could learn a lot about our values based on our slang. For example, positive slang like bomb, money, and having balls indicate what people see as valuable, while negative slang like gay, pussy, and lame illustrate what people think of as inferior or bad. Even if we don’t fully believe these things (that male is better than female, or straight is better than gay), these words have a way of getting under our skin, affecting how we view the world. We might find ourselves saying, “You screamed like a girl!” or “Man up!” without really thinking about how these sayings affect our perception, or how they affect young boys and girls growing up in the world.

One of the most interesting things about my job is I get to uncover the origins of different words, what they used to mean, and how they’re used today. Sure, most of us know that gay started out meaning happy, and bitch technically means “a female dog.” But what about words like faggot, retard, and slut?

According to Etymonline.com (the online etymology dictionary), faggot once meant “a bundle of sticks:”

1. faggot 

late 13th century., "bundle of twigs bound up," from Old French fagot "bundle of sticks" (13th century.) Especially used for burning heretics (emblematic of this from 1550s), so that phrase fire and faggot was used to indicate "punishment of a heretic." Heretics who recanted were required to wear an embroidered figure of a faggot on their sleeve, as an emblem and reminder of what they deserved.

In other words, “faggot” started out meaning a “bundle of sticks”—specifically those used to burn heretics. When I was in high school, I heard that the word “faggot” was eventually attributed to gay men because they were also burned beneath these bundles of wood. But scholars have since argued that the time periods (between heretics being burned, and gay men being executed) don’t necessarily line up.

2. Retard

late 15th century., from French retarder (13c.), from Latin retardare (see retardation). The noun is recorded from 1788 in the sense "retardation, delay;" from 1970 in offensive meaning "retarded person," originally American English, with accent on first syllable.

I love that the etymology dictionary links the meaning of “retard” to French, because the first time I really thought about the origins of the word was in French class. In French, the word means “to delay” or “be late.” Once I started thinking about this, I realized the word had been attributed to people with certain mental disabilities because their development was interpreted as “delayed.” Obviously, the word morphed into something else after that, and is now used in a way that is derogatory to the target of the word and people with mental disabilities. 

3. Slut

14th century, "a dirty, slovenly, or untidy woman," probably cognate with dialectal German Schlutt "slovenly woman," dialectal Swedish slata "idle woman, slut," and Dutch slodder "slut," but the ultimate origin is doubtful. Chaucer uses sluttish (late 14c.) in reference to the appearance of an untidy man. Also "a kitchen maid, a drudge" (mid-15c.; hard pieces in a bread loaf from imperfect kneading were called slut's pennies, 18c.). Meaning "woman of loose character, bold hussy" is attested from mid-15c.; playful use of the word, without implication of loose morals, is attested from 1660s.

Our little girl Susan is a most admirable slut, and pleases us mightily. [Pepys, diary, Feb. 21, 1664]

So slut started out meaning an untidy woman or a maid (i.e. someone who cleans untidy things). The really interesting thing is that, even when slut meant “someone who was slovenly,” it appears to have been used in a playful, joking way. In fact, all three words—faggot, retard, and slut—started out with more positive, or neutral, meanings. Why then are their meanings so much crueler now, in a time when we allegedly think better of women, gay people, and those with disabilities? Why is it that people in the fourteenth century were using “slut” in a friendlier way?

In The S-Word, the students of Verity High brand Lizzie a “slut” without batting an eye. Even when it becomes clear that the word is doing great damage to her mental and emotional health, they refuse to let up. Why? Why is it so important for us to use labels and call people names? Does it allow us to treat them as less than human somehow? 

If this is the case, I ask everyone to proceed with caution. Don’t censor yourself, but rather, take time to think about the meanings of slang. Where did these terms originate, and how are they being used today? Are certain words used to control one group of people over another? Are you contributing to this in some way?



First it was SLUT scribbled all over Lizzie Hart’s locker.

But one week after Lizzie kills herself, SUICIDE SLUT replaces it—in Lizzie's looping scrawl.


Lizzie’s reputation is destroyed when she's caught in bed with her best friend’s boyfriend on prom night. With the whole school turned against her, and Angie not speaking to her, Lizzie takes her own life. But someone isn’t letting her go quietly. As graffiti and photocopies of Lizzie’s diary plaster the school, Angie begins a relentless investigation into who, exactly, made Lizzie feel she didn’t deserve to keep living. And while she claims she simply wants to punish Lizzie’s tormentors, Angie's own anguish over abandoning her best friend will drive her deep into the dark, twisted side of Verity High—and she might not be able to pull herself back out.

Debut author Chelsea Pitcher daringly depicts the harsh reality of modern high schools, where one bad decision can ruin a reputation, and one cruel word can ruin a life. Angie’s quest for the truth behind Lizzie’s suicide is addictive and thrilling, and her razor-sharp wit and fierce sleuthing skills makes her impossible not to root for—even when it becomes clear that both avenging Lizzie and avoiding self-destruction might not be possible.


Sunday, April 28, 2013

Announcements: 3,000 Mod Podge Books, In My Mailbox, Books to Good Homes, Mod Podge Marketing


Prepare to be updated! 


1) 3,000 Mod Podge Books has fallen upon us here at MPB, slightly ahead of schedule, might I add! For the nearly one-thousand new readers here on The Mod Podge Bookshelf, X,000 MOD PODGE BOOKS is a MASSIVE giveaway hosted for each new follower milestone to celebrate YOU! 

Look for the OFFICIAL giveaway to be posted after we officially hit 3K readers, but look below for a special giveaway you can enter NOW by spreading the word!


2) In My Mailbox has a new home on The Mod Podge Bookshelf! Remember when we used to all link up to one list and spend our lazy Sundays sifting through great clouds of envy over our favorite blogger's haul? Let's do that again! 

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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Renegade by Amy Carol Reeves: Writing a Sequel

The Highs and Lows of Writing Sequels

I had Renegade in mind even as I began Ripper.  I have been fascinated by the lamia figure as a Pre-Raphaelite focus, and part of the reason that I wanted Ripper to be more than a whodunit was so that I could have the freedom to have a higher stakes game in the second two books of the trilogy—the lamia was all part of this. Writing in the lamia and having her parallel Abbie was very exciting for me. As I embarked on writing Renegade I wanted to make certain that I had her character nuanced and intriguing. Nonetheless, Renegade was my first sequel, and I had several highs and lows in the process. 
The Highs
  1. I knew my characters! After writing Ripper, I knew exactly how my characters would act. I knew how Simon’s cool reserve would meet William’s sanguinity. I knew how creepy Max was going to act in every scene. I knew how Abbie would feel (and respond!) every time Grandmother “laid down the rules.” 
  2. Seraphina-I enjoyed introducing a new “villain” along with the Ripper. Seraphina was so much fun to write. She was a complicated villain, both victim and villain at the same time. She had loved, she had taken risks, and, like Abbie, she didn’t like having “rules” placed upon her. She didn’t like the limits of her home in the Orkney Islands. But being part-beast, when she pressed upon the walls of her prison…well…the outcome wasn’t pretty. 
  3. The Love Triangle-I really liked complicating the love triangle a bit. When William jumps off the deep end, I like Abbie’s deepening relationship with Simon. I was happy to finally write Simon’s backstory, about his traumatic past and why he is the way he is, devoted and enigmatic.
The Lows
  1. Being Consistent-I’m not a detail-oriented person (see my housekeeping skills if you’re not convinced) I would much rather just spin my story, build my world. But alas, if a plot is going to be convincing, it must be consistent. I couldn’t change any rules of the Ripper world, of how Abbie’s psychic visions worked, of Max’s motivations. I had to constantly keep referring to Ripper to make certain that I wasn’t changing any small details in the plot.  
  2. William-It was really hard for me to write William’s scenes in Renegade. Like Heathcliff to Catherine in Wuthering Heights, William isn’t the best fit for Abbie (Simon would make such a more sensible boyfriend) and yet William is who she loves. He’s a need for her, like water.  It was really difficult for me, after I had the happy romantic William and Abbie scene in Ripper, to let him spiral out of control here. I hated watching him unravel, and then, as a writer, it was even worse for me to see their relationship unravel.


Concluding thoughts: 
Obviously (since I had more highs than lows ) I truly enjoyed writing this sequel. Currently, I’m working on the conclusion to the trilogy, Resurrection, which will be out in April 2014!  



Amy Carol Reeves has a PhD in nineteenth-century British literature. She published academic articles before deciding that it would be much more fun to write about Jack the Ripper. When she is not writing or teaching college classes, she enjoys running around her neighborhood with her giant Labrador retriever and serial reading Jane Austen novels. She lives in Columbia, South Carolina with her husband and two children.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

TV Option Announcement: IMPOSTOR by Susanne Winnacker

I’m really excited that Gabrielle agreed to host my big news announcement!

‘What big news?’ you might ask.

This:

My YA supernatural thriller IMPOSTOR has been optioned for television by Warner Brothers

That means you might get to see it on CW or other similar networks in the future!


Can Tessa pose as Madison . . . and stop a killer before it’s too late? 

Tessa is a Variant, able to absorb the DNA of anyone she touches and mimic their appearance. Shunned by her family, she’s spent the last two years training with the Forces with Extraordinary Abilities, a secret branch of the FBI. When a serial killer rocks a small town in Oregon, Tessa is given a mission: she must impersonate Madison, a local teen, to find the killer before he strikes again. 

Tessa hates everything about being an impostor—the stress, the danger, the deceit—but loves playing the role of a normal girl. As Madison, she finds friends, romance, and the kind of loving family she’d do anything to keep. Amid action, suspense, and a ticking clock, this super-human comes to a very human conclusion: even a girl who can look like anyone struggles the most with being herself.

I think most authors dream about having their book turned into a series or a movie. It gives authors the chance to share their work with even more people – reach new audiences. 

And of course it’s exciting to see what other people (producers etc) make from your book and the actors they choose for your characters.

Naturally, I have images in my head when I think of the characters in IMPOSTOR.

Tessa:


This is a pretty accurate picture of the Tessa in my head. Maybe her hair could be a bit more curly. 

Alec:


Alec is a fellow FEA agent and Tessa has a crush on him. He’s quite serious most of the time.

Madison Chambers:


That’s the latest murder victim and the girl Tessa has to impersonate to catch the killer.

Devon Chambers:


He’s Madison’s twin. The picture would be more accurate if the guy was smiling though.

Holly:


Holly is Tessa’s best friend and a fellow FEA agent. Holly loves crazy hair colors and has short hair. The outfit is something she would approve of too.

Of course there are many more characters in my head, but it’s difficult to find the images that fit my idea of them.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Happy Birthday, William Shakespeare!

In honor of William Shakespeare’s birthday (celebrated on April 23rd), authors Kim Askew and Amy Helmes, have dropped by with a guest blog post to announce a special contest!


Get A “Twisted Lit” Character Named After You!

We reimagined William Shakespeare’s “The Tempest” and “Macbeth,” with our “compulsively readable” YA books, Tempestuous and Exposure. Ever since the novels were published a few months ago through Merit Press we’ve encountered a frequent question: Which of Shakespeare’s plays will inspire your next books in the Twisted Lit series? 


While we’re currently hard at work putting our own spin on the Bard’s “Romeo and Juliet” we thought we’d look to you, the readers, to help us pick the fourth Shakespeare play that will inspire our next book in the series. Got a hankering for a new spin on “Hamlet?” Love to see “King Lear” get a YA update? Would you make much ado over our take on “Much Ado About Nothing?”

Go to our Facebook page and write on our wall to weigh in on which Shakespeare play you’d like us to revamp next. In doing so, you’ll be entered to have your very own name mentioned in one of our upcoming books (either as a character or some other fun reference). If you’ve always wanted to see your name in print — in a YA novel, no less — now’s your chance! The winner will also receive autographed copies of our first two novels, Tempestuous and Exposure.


We’re looking forward to hearing your suggestions! (And don’t forget to follow us on twitter at @kaskew and @amyhelmes.)

* Winner will not be compensated for use of his or her name, and publication is not guaranteed. Details of plot and character used in connection with the name as it appears in the book are up to the sole discretion of the authors. Contest ends June 1st. 

Kim & Amy


Friday, April 19, 2013

Blog Tour: The Flame in the Mist Character Interview with Jemma

Today I'm interviewing Kit Grindstaff's girl, Jemma, from The Flame in the Mist as part of Mod Podge Blog Tours!


GC: Hello, Jemma, and welcome! It’s great to meet you. I must say your hair is way more red than I imagined—I’ve never seen any quite that color and I consider myself a conessiour of redheads. ; ) 

Jemma: *Laughs shyly* Um, thank you. A little boy out on the street just now pointed at me and said it looked as though my head was on fire. The girl with him apologized, but I told her I’m used to it. 

GC: And your eyes… *leans in closer* It’s really true that they’re the color of the ocean! They're even bluer than mine! 

Jemma: That’s what I’ve heard. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never seen it- the ocean, except in my dreams. And Marsh described it to me too, in the stories she’s told me for as long as I can remember. I’d like to go there someday. 

GC: Marsh was the nursemaid at Agromond Castle who looked after you when you were little, right? You and—Eek! A rat!

*a furry, golden rat scuttles around Gabrielle Carolina's feet*

Jemma: Noodle! I told you and Pie to stay in my pockets…

Sorry, Gabrielle, I know some people don’t like—Ouch, rattus! Why are you nibbling my fingers like that? You like her? Well, yes, she seems very nice, I know, but…What? Oh. Alright, I’ll tell her. He says he and Pie can hear you singing in their heads, and that your voice sounds lovely. Not like anything we’ve ever heard. 

GC: They can hear my singing... in their heads? YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THAT THEY CAN HEAR MY SINGING IN THEIR HEADS?! 

Jemma: Oh, hello, Pie. You too, hmm? You should really go back into my pockets, both of you, and not bother Gabrielle.

GC: That’s all right. They are kind of cute…if...uh... startling?

Jemma: (Smiling). Everyone gets used to them in the end. Would you like to hold them? 

GC: NO! I mean, no thanks, that’s fine. So, let’s talk a little more about you. You’re very small, if you don’t mind me saying so- do you consider than an adventuring advantage, or an adversity? 

Jemma: I’ve always been small for my age and it is useful sometimes. Like when I’d be down in the kitchens or dungeons and They would come looking for me. There was this crevice behind one of the shelves in the Corridor of Pickles where I used to hide. They could never find me there. 

*Grinning, Jemma's hand closes around the pendant dangling from her neck. Aqua light dances between her fingers.*

GC: I see you’re wearing your Stone. It matches your eyes perfectly! How does its magic work?

Jemma: How? I don’t really know. I just feel it. It’s like…when I hold it, some kind of energy starts flowing through the top of my head, and if I focus properly I can use that energy for healing, or to make myself feel stronger, or whatever I choose. My Vision shows me what’s needed—your foot, for example….*Her eyes glaze* 

You hurt it recently…You…you went outside…Something to do with cats…and trod on something sharp—Ouch! It’s almost better now…*She seems to shimmer, then suddenly appears alert again* If I’d been there I could have healed it right away!

GC: Really? Just like that? *snaps* Amazing! I did step on a nail recently- while trying to make sure my stupid cats, Cleopatra and Hobbes hadn't mauled each other. You looked almost…like there was light around you, or something. Could you hurt someone as well, if you wanted to?

Jemma: Oh, no! I mean, yes, I could, but I wouldn’t want to. That would be sorcery.

GC: There’s a difference between magic and sorcery?

Jemma: Well…yes and no. Magic is the power, if you like. But it’s how you use it that matters. 

Sorcery is using it for your own ends, you see, without regard for anyone else. That makes it black magic—part of the Dark Arts, when it’s usually turned against others. Like what the Agromonds do. 

Take Shade, for example…(Her eyes haze again.) She was talking to someone a few days ago…Mary, was it? Something to do with dogs…a kind of hound? And…Sprites! Shade shot a Dromfell through her wall! It made quite a hole. 

GC: I heard about that! Yes, that was Mary over at YA BookHounds. By the by, I couldn’t help noticing how Noodle and Pie’s fur went all spikey a moment ago, when you mentioned the Agromonds. And now they’re doing it again! Ooh, they really don’t like them, do they? How about if I mention Digby? Oh, look! Their eyes lit up, just like rubies! And…are they smiling? It looks like they’re smiling! That really is adorbs.

Jemma: Adorbs…?

GC: Sorry, adorable. Our modern way of talking. I couldn’t help noticing your eyes got a little brighter too, Jemma, when I said Digby’s name.... 

Jemma: What? *leans her ear to her pocket* Sorry, Gabrielle, Noodle and Pie are trying to tell me something…Really? Oh. Apparently we have a healing to do. I’d love to stay longer, but we’ve got to go. 

GC: Aw, shame. I’ve really enjoyed talking to you. Thanks so much for coming along. 

Jemma: I really enjoyed it too! It made me feel like I was celebrating something. Like...I don’t know, is there a gathering later? I feel like there’s going to be a gathering. Oh well.

GC: Just one last thing before you go. Can I…I mean, do you think Noodle and Pie would mind if…?

Jemma: They would love it if you tickled their ears! There…you see, they’re not so bad, are they? Come on, Rattusses, let’s be off. ’Bye, then, Gabrielle. I hope I’ll see you again some day. 

GC: The rattusses aren't so bad. And yes, I hope I’ll see you again too. Goodbye, Jemma. And good luck with— 

*I look up, but she's gone. But my tingling hands make me wonder... where might I find some magical golden rats of my own?*


Join Kit and I for a #ModPodgeBlogTours Twitter chat on the 20th at 6PM EST!

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The Flame in the Mist

by Kit Grindstaff
April 1st-12th

1st- Promo @ Me Myshelf & I 
2nd- Promo @ Katie’s Book Blog
3rd- Character Interview @ I Am A Reader, Not A Writer
4th- Interview @ Rebecca’s Book Blog
5th- Guest Blog @ Evie Bookish
8th- Character Interview @ A Backward’s Story
9th- Guest Blog @ Supernatural Snark
10th- Promo Post @ Hobbitsies
11th- Promo Post @ Kelsey Sutton
12th- Interview @ Steph Su
15th- Character Interview @ YA BookHounds
16th- Guest Blog @ Water Color Moods
17th- Interview @ Icey Books
18th- Promo @ Amie Corner
19th- Character Interview @ The Mod Podge Bookshelf




Thursday, April 18, 2013

If He Had Been With Me Dream Cast & Guest Blog


Fantasy Cast List for If He Had Been With Me:


So this is a fantasy right? I get to pick whomever I want without the restraints of reality getting in the way of my fun? 

Excellent. 

Let’s roll the credits of my fantasy If He had Been with Me movie.

Teenage Kiera Knightly as Autumn Rose Davis


I’m not going to let that whole time/space continuum get in the way of my fantasy movie! Knightly has the sort of classically beautiful that face that stuns even the most jaded, and she has more than enough talent to play six Angsty Autumns! I can just hear her voice intoning “I know, I know, I know, I know. If he had been with me everything would have been different.” She was acting as a teenage, so a simple time machine will do the trick.

HRH Prince William of Wales (Circa 2001) as Phineas “Finny” Smith.


Yes, you read that right. As a teenager I had a massively ridiculous crush on His Royal Highness, and it’s his adolescent self that I was imagining as I wrote this novel. So we must again use time my machine to go back and Prince-nap Wills when he had a full head of hair, give him some acting lessons, shoot the movie, and then return him before Scotland Yard notices.

Dakota Fanning as Sylvie Whitehouse


Fanning isn't just an incredible actress for her age, she's an incredible actress period. Sylvie is a complex character; on the outside she seems to have it all together, but on the inside there is a lot of pain and turmoil. Fanning has the subtly and talent to convey the storm below the surface. In real life I could even dream of having an actress of her caliber agree to a role with so little screen time, but this is my fantasy, and the distinction of being the first and only actress to play the love interest of a time traveling Prince has enticed her.

Laura Linney and Nicole Kidman as Angelina Smith and Claire Davis















“The Mothers” as they are often referred to in the book, have a yin and yang quality about them that I think these two actresses would achieve together. Kidman has a delicate beauty that makes her seem about to shatter at any moment, while Linney seems to have an inner strength she keeps in reserve. Once again, the historical nature of my fantasy movie is what made these accomplished actresses agree to portray a couple of suburban Moms. 

There it is, my perfect and perfectly unachievable cast list. If anyone would like to do some Photoshop magic and create this movie poster for me, that would be awesome. Or you could maybe invent that time machine for me. Either way, I'd really appreciate it.

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Top Ten Things I Wish I Could Change about my High School Years

I wish smart phones had existed, and that I'd had one.
This seems frivolous, I know, but when I was in high school only the rich kids had cell phones at all, and wi-fi was a rare and wondrous thing. I can only imagine how cool it must be to get into hilarious hijinks with your friends, and be able to post pics of your shananigins in real time. If we did something cool, we had to tell people about it later, and we probably didn't have photographic proof, because pictures were these paper things you had to pay to have made.

I wish I had broken up with my boyfriend.
Now, my high school sweetheart was not a bad guy by any means, but looking back I see how I only dated him for my entire high school career because I liked the idea of only having one boyfriend ever. If I had really been following my heart, I would have admitted to myself that he wasn't the one and only guy for me, and I could have possibly had a wider range of romantic experience.

I wish I had broken more rules.
I was a good kid. A really, really good kid. Sometimes as an adult I wish I had some of the when-I-was-a-crazy-teen stories that other people have.

I wish I had learned to drive.
In If He had Been with Me, Autumn manages to graduate high school without learning to drive. I managed to graduate from college and get married without a driver's license. I let a small anxiety grow into a massive mental block, and I wonder what the ego-boost of conquering my fear would have done for teenage me.

I wish I had admitted to others that I needed help.
As an adult I have been diagnosed with clinical depression, but as a teenager I hid my depressive episodes from my loved ones. I can only imagine how different those years would have been if I would have admitted my to struggle  and gotten the help I needed.

I wish I had worked harder in Spanish class, and gone to Spain on the class trip.
I ended up minoring in Spanish, but I never did get the experience of full immersion, and now my skills are so rusty that I'll probably never be fluent.

I wish our exchange student had lived with us all four years
Swantje lived with my family for ten months. She challenged and inspired me, and ultimately changed me forever. To this day I keep a picture of her by my writing desk.

I wish I had cared less about what other people thought.
I think everyone feels this way about their high school years. At the time, I claimed that I didn’t care what others thought, but when I compare that to how much I really don’t care now...

I wish I’d been less critical of my body
When I look at pictures of my teenage self, I just want to grab that girl by the shoulders and scream, “Your stomach IS  flat! It is! It really is! And you are not appcreiating how high your breast are! Your stomach is flat and your breats are perky! Go put on a string bikini and feel fabulous! Right Now!

I wish I had written more.
To be fair, I think this is something I will always say about any time in my life. I guess it's nice to know that some things will never change.