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It’s Happening!

So I am excited to announce that I have an official release date! January 11th is when Imitatore will be available for purchase by you and by stores (hopefully). I am anxious about all of this and so happy all at the same time. I am still waiting to see my proof copy and approve everything for my ebook as well but everything is going according to plan. Now everything really bridges on whether or not everything is formatted correctly and no revisions need to be made.

After all this time, I am finally here. I guess the only thing I can really do now is wait and see what happens. I hope that people enjoy it and even though success would be the best outcome, it is not the only thing that I want. I want people to enjoy what they read, to feel included in what they read, and most of all I just want them to see Imitatore for what it is (even if I’m not entirely sure what that is yet).

Thank you for being here on this marvelous journey. I cannot thank you all enough for your generous support. Fingers crossed in hopes that everything goes well in the next few days.

A. Rose

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Stuck (Short Story)

She stared into the mirror until her reflection went blurry. When her eyes refocused, she stroked her hand down her cheek. It felt soft and warm but her hand was freezing. Her hands were always freezing, it was pretty normal. She looked into her deep brown eyes and wondered if she was even real. If her reflection was really there or just a figment of her imagination. It was much too early for an existential crisis but she honestly could not help herself. It was hard to feel real in a place where she did not belong, a place where she had ended up so long ago.

“Artemis dear, it’s time for us to go.” Her husband called to her from across the hall.

She sighed, the last thing she wanted to do was go out on a night like tonight. Artemis got up, got dressed, and walked across the hall. She kissed her him on the cheek and smiled.

“You look lovely as ever my dear,” he smiled and took her hand.

She blushed as he was often good at getting her to. Even after several years of marriage, he still had that effect on her. They headed out the door and into the limo that he had reserved for the evening; he said he wanted the night to be special. Artemis did not know why, they anniversary was months away. One thing she was not a fan of was surprises but at this point she had no choice but to go along with it. They did not speak during the ride there, oddly enough they were not a very chatty couple. Artemis figured that’s why the relationship worked so well, he never really had asked much about her or where she came from. He just accepted that she existed and that was that. She looked out of the window and the crisp clear evening. It was so nice that she did not need a jacket. The dress she chose to wear was backless and she really hated to ruin the look with a coat or sweater. Her husband took her hand and squeezed it.

“Your hands are like icebergs,” he looked at her with concerned eyes.

She did not reply, she knew that her hands were cold but she would not be able to tell him why. He let it go and did not pester her further about the matter. When the arrived, he instructed her to wait in the limo until he returned for her. Artemis was not happy about it, she detested being cooped up and vehicles were too small of a space for her. After what felt like an eternity, he returned with blindfold.

“You must put this on, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” He spoke while he gently tied it on for her.

She frowned but let him, she knew that her husband meant her no harm. He guided her slowly inside the building, she was afraid to walk without support. If she had known she would be blindfolded, she would have opted for flats. Artemis heard the familiar ding of an elevator and allowed her husband to guide her inside. She was full of anxiety because she had no idea what was about to happen. There was no way for her to tell if the elevator was going down or up, her stomach always lurched regardless of the direction. She felt it stop and heard the doors open. Her husband guided her out of the elevator and she could hear her heels clacking on the hard cement ground. Where was he taking her? Her heart began to race and she feared the worst. Had he finally found out the truth? Was this the end for her?

He sat her down in a chair and then kissed the top of her head. She felt him untie the blindfold and she cautiously opened her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the dinner table in front of them.

“Oh my, what is this?” she questioned.

He sat down in the chair opposite her, “I wanted to take you to your favorite place but I wanted us to be alone. The owner decorated this room for us.”

There were beautiful twinkling lights everywhere, so many flowers, and the food smelled delicious. He winked at her then began to eat his food rather quickly. Artemis ate her food in silence as well as she felt the cold from her hands begin to travel up her arms. She knew that she didn’t have much time left before it overtook her whole body; she hoped dinner would be fast.

“What’s the matter dear?” He asked with great concern.

“Nothing my love,” she smirked at him. She pushed the thought of the cold away and focused on enjoying the night with him.

They laughed, the talked, the danced, and kissed the night away. It was the happiest she had been in a while. Her husband was often away for work and she missed him constantly. She wished she could share everything about herself with him but there was no way that would ever work. It unnerved her that he didn’t seem to care about the fact that she never spoke of her childhood. Why would anyone marry someone they barely knew? Hell, she should have asked herself the same question.

The evening was drawing to a close, the coldness in her body had reached her legs. She was running out time. They left the restaurant, her husband had a work flight to catch. The limo took them to the airport and he kissed her goodbye. When he was gone, she sighed. Artemis was finally alone but that did not mean that she would not miss him. It was much safer for him to be far away from her this time of year. She instructed the limo driver to take her home as quickly as possible. The cold in her body slowly crept into her lungs and then made its way to her heart. If she did not get home soon, there would be nothing she could do to stop it. The drive felt to slow, so she took the pendant from around her neck and drank the liquid inside. It would give her enough time to get home but it wouldn’t save her completely.

The limo arrived to her home and she did not wait for the driver to get the door for her. She hopped out and ran as fast as she could into the house. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she felt some of the coldness in her body retreat. Some remained in her hands and feet, she knew then that she had more work to do. Without changing her clothes, she headed into the basement. It was cold dark and clammy, the only thing renovated down there was a wine cellar. At least, it was the only renovated room in the basement that her husband knew about. She entered the wine cellar and walked to the wall on the far end of the room. She grabbed ahold of a wine bottle and pulled. A secret door opened, she walked inside, and shut the door behind her. There were no lights in the room, so she lit several candles and placed them as she walked.

She made it to the altar and placed her last candle directly in the center of it. Artemis sat down and waited for her energy to reconnect with the room. A gust of cold air came from nowhere and it made her shiver.

“You took much too long this time.” A craggy voice came from behind her.

Artemis did not turn around, she knew that if it wanted to be seen; it would be seen.

“I know, I apologize. My husband took me to dinner.” She looked down at the floor.

It laughed, “Husband? Dinner? You seem to think that these things are real for you. If you are late again, I will no longer be able to help you.”

Artemis rolled her eyes. It was always saying that but continued to help her anyway.

“Now, I can give you more energy but eventually this will no longer work. At some point you will have to tell your “husband” the truth.” It chided.

She knew it was right, there would be no way to hide this from him forever. “Why isn’t there just a way to bring me back?” She begged.

It scoffed, “your body was buried here so long ago that there would be nothing for you to come back to. If there were a way, I would have done it by now.”

Artemis frowned, it was right and there was no way she could argue.

“Even if you were to find a new body, you’ve been like this for so long that I fear no spell would work.” It added.

She knew that she should have just found a new body when it brought this up over a hundred years ago. Artemis just couldn’t bring herself to kill anyone for her own selfish desires. It was also difficult to do considering the fact that she could not leave the house for long periods of time. Her husband just thought that she was agoraphobic and he did his best to help her. He did not know that he was in love with and married to a ghost. She knew that someday she would have to tell him, the question of children was starting to come up. Artemis could not bear children as she had no body to bear them with. He would only go along with her agoraphobia excuse for so long.

“I will charge your energy but you cannot leave this house for a month. Otherwise you may just fade away this time.” It said as warmth poured over her.

She closed her eyes and focused on drawing the energy into her. When it was over, she felt it leave and then she hurried back upstairs. As she was changing for bed, she thought about calling her husband and being honest with him. Artemis decided against it, how do you tell someone something like that over the phone? She laid down in bed but was unable to sleep, simply because she did not need to sleep. Going through the motions was just what she was used to. Suddenly, the energy in the house shifted so quickly that her form disappeared and then reappeared in the kitchen.

When her vision returned, she saw her husband standing in front of her. He looked so distraught and she wondered how he got home so quickly.

“Honey. I love you so much.” He caressed her cheek.

She kissed his hand, “I love you too.”

“My plane crashed. All I could see was darkness and then suddenly now I am here. I’m scared and I don’t know what is happening.” He spit out frantically.

If there were breath in her lungs, she would have lost it. “It is because you are dead, my love.” She took his hands in hers.

“What?! Dead?! How am I here?! How can you see me?!” His questions were full of panic.

She smiled and embraced him. Then she pulled back to look at the face of the man she loved and could finally be with forever. “It’s because I’m dead too.”

 

A. Rose

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Dreaming Big Dreams

When I sleep, I see my name in big lights. When I daydream, I see the exact same thing. One thing I can say about myself, is that I think about my future pretty much every second of everyday. Let me tell you something, this is absolutely the most stressful thing for me. I have a super hard time just existing in the present. My mind is a constant string of “what ifs” and then it just keeps spiraling.  Sometimes my future scenarios are good and they make me happy, sometimes they are absolutely terrible and frightening.

I have always had very large aspirations, some even bigger than I believe I am actually capable of. I know, I know, I’ve got to learn to believe in myself but again, I am not in therapy for no reason. I spend a lot of my time trying to find my place in this world. Trying to find the thing that I am really destined to do or to be. Pretty much every one spends a majority of their time doing this, so I’m not special in that respect. Anyways, in my heart, I have always felt like I was destined for something great. Even now I still sometimes feel that way. Honestly, I am still searching for my place on this pale blue dot.

When I was younger, I was seriously convinced that I would grow up to be a musician. I knew damn well I wasn’t really talented in that respect and there are like no super famous oboe players. Or maybe there are and I just don’t know any. Then I thought I was going to be a dancer. Funny thing is, I can’t dance for crap; I have like one move and that’s it. Then I thought I was going to be a doctor but I slowly learned that I do not have the stomach or patience for that kind of work. Honestly, it was just one thing after another that I knew I wasn’t even that good at. I just thought if I practiced hard enough, maybe I’d get crazy good. Which probably would have worked but I never practiced. When I picked up writing, I slowly realized that it was something I loved to do. Even if I wasn’t good at it, I loved it all the same.

I wouldn’t say that I’ve “finally found my place” because honestly, I don’t feel like I have yet. I will say that I have found something that calls to me in a way nothing else ever has. I do know that even if I don’t hit it big with anything I write, I am happy to have written it.

A. Rose

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Weird Black Girl (Get to Know Me)

Yes, you read that right. It is a category that I have fit into since childhood, second only to Blerd (Black Nerd). It’s definitely not a bad thing, I will tell you that. Also, I know that I’m not the only one. I have never categorized the word ‘weird’ as bad in any way. If you do, then I apologize for any offense it may cause.

I have always been into different things. I realized this at a young age when I figured out Evanescence was. I had always been a music lover but I slowly learned that I really wasn’t into a lot of the music my peers and family were into. Like I will seriously listen to Breaking Benjamin and LIGHTS every day of the week.

Then I discovered my love for fiction, mostly fantasy fiction. I love superpowers and  superheros and worlds that have been created from scratch. I got super into that early on in life as well. I cannot tell you what the first fantasy book I read was because that was such a long time ago. I do know that one of my favorite series of books was the Eragon series, which I believe came out in like 2002. I absolutely loved those books and I’m actually kind of sad that I don’t own any. Secondly, I love absolutely anything by Octavia E. Butler, she is actually my idol when it comes to writing; even though she is no longer alive. There are many more but I can never think of them right off the top of my head. I never really got super into Harry Potter (don’t hate me). I have seen all the movies but never honestly made it through all the books. Doesn’t mean that I don’t like it, I just haven’t read enough to say if I do or not.

What can I say? I love magic, intrigue, mystical beasts, and mystical worlds. I mean I love a story that allows me to just completely escape inside it. Like, who doesn’t like that when they read a book?

So that’s me, though it’s not everything about me. I love alternative music, consider myself an adult goth, and just recently read the Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children series (I loved it by the way). Secretly, I still wish I had magic powers that I have yet to unlock and I’m 25 years old. I think that’s the kid in me and I honestly hope that never goes away.

A. Rose

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Sequel In the Making

I know it is crazy but I am already working on the sequel to Imitatore. I have so many ideas just floating around in my head that I can’t put off writing it any longer. I fear if I do, I’ll lose all of my ideas. I don’t think its too soon, I think that writing the sequel needs to start sooner rather than later honestly.

Obviously no one has read the first book yet, so it is hard to ascertain if a sequel would even do well. I guess that part really doesn’t matter though, I feel like I need to right so that’s what I’m going to do. There is so much more of the story to tell and build on, there is absolutely no way that I can just ignore that. Oh the woes of being a writer, right?

I’m honestly so excited to get this started. My fingers have been itching to write something for days and sadly, my blog posts just aren’t cutting it. Not that I don’t love keeping up with my blog but writing fiction is more my calling than anything. Not to mention since I have been gifted a new computer by some truly wonderful people, I am ready to get my writing on with this thing. Nothing like a sleek, new keyboard to get you inspired. My favorite sound in the world is that of keys clicking. I know that’s weird but it is entirely true.

So a sequel is coming and no, it doesn’t have a name yet. As soon as I know that, so will you.

A. Rose