For Real Friday: Grief, by Raye Wagner

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I just want to thank Raye Wagner again for taking over my blog this week while I get some much needed editing done. Raye is the author of The Origin of the Sphinx and The Curse of the Sphinx, two very entertaining books about an ancient mystery that doesn’t get nearly enough attention. Today she’s here to talk to us about a very real issue her fictional character deals with in her novel. Grief.

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I’m not a psychologist, but I work in healthcare, and I frequently deal with individuals who’ve gone through a major life event. While death of a loved one brings understandable sorrow, other major life changes will bring similar stages of grief and/or adaptation. The top 5 major life changes are death of a loved one, marriage, divorce, job change, and moving.

I’m always surprised when I ask about stress and a patient denies anything significant, only to disclose that they’ve moved, had a job change, and oh, yeah, just broke up with their boyfriend. (Statistically, more women than men go to healthcare providers, so I use ‘boyfriend’ solely because I see more heterosexual women than men, or gay, lesbian, bisexual, or transgender individuals).

Individuals suffering with intense emotional distress frequently experience physical symptoms, which is why 60-70% of patients seen in a specialty practices have what would be classified as “functional disorders” (no organic pathology). Receptors for neurotransmitters are not limited to the brain. In fact, serotonin, the “happy hormone” has a significant percentage of receptor sites on the GI tract. Interestingly enough, serotonin and cortisol (stress hormone) have an inverse relationship so if one is up the other is physiologically depressed. I tell patients that if they are stressed out enough, it can physiologically induce a chemical depression, and quite often make them physically ill.

Grief associated with significant loss, be it job change, or the mourning of a loved one that is deceased, has several stages (5 or 7 depending on which model you look at) and an individual’s journey through those stages is highly variable. Some people move quickly through them, and other’s get stuck, either lacking the tools, skills, or support system to adjust to their loss in a healthy way. The stages include: Denial and Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.

In Curse of the Sphinx, Hope carries a curse from Apollo that forces her to move over and over, developing no lasting relationships. Her isolated life pretty much sucks, and she knows it. She has her mom, who is also cursed, and a family friend who visits semi-regularly, and that’s it. Then she loses her mother. No more spoilers, but things go from bad to worse.

Hope has several challenges, not the least of which is her grief, and she goes through each of the stages throughout the first novel, and even into the second (not yet released). Because of her immortal state, she can’t get physically ill, but we see (and hopefully feel) the emotional strain, and the effects it has on her life.

But isn’t that what we want? We want to read about protagonists who triumph over weaknesses, insecurities, or trials. We want to feel their pain, knowing it isn’t our own, and yet in some small part reflective of something in us. And when a character we identify with takes a risk, or makes a sacrifice, we collectively hold our breath, and hope for the best. We feel their sorrow, pain and loss, just like we feel their victories and achievements. It is part of the human condition, this empathy for one another.

If at the end of a book, we feel a little braver, a little stronger, a little more courageous, a little more hopeful, grateful, or empowered. . . Isn’t that what leaves the sweetness of the story imprinted on our soul?

And did you know reading a well-written novel releases neurotransmitters in our brain (and the rest of the body, too)? It’s these chemicals that lend to the emotions we feel towards the characters who, when the author does a really good job, are just as human as the guy you sit next to on the subway, or the barista at the coffee shop, or even a loved one.

Happy Reading!

Happy Halloween!

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Halloween may not officially happen until tomorrow, but I know a lot of the fun begins tonight, so I’m off to prepare for my favorite holiday.  Be safe and have a great weekend!

Halloween Mythology Part 2: Hecate

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Hecate got really popular in (comparably) recent history. She started as a chthonic deity a generation above the Olympians. She was an only child, which was rare in Greek mythology, and her parents were Perses and Asteria, relatively minor deities in mythology. She was mostly a household goddess of good fortune who for no apparent reason, Zeus was really really in awe of. She was sort of replaced by Artemis, and I say sort of, because Hecate was worshiped in a very small region, and Artemis grew in popularity throughout most of the country. Hecate may predate Artemis, but very few people were aware of her during height of that myth.

Now Artemis and Selene both had dominion over the moon like Hecate, but Hecate had a lot more power. Artemis was sort of a moon goddess, Selene more so, and Hecate had the power OF the moon over the earth, sea, and skies. She influenced the tides, earthquakes, wind storms, you name it.

In the Persephone myth, Hecate helped Demeter find her daughter, and accompanied her to the Underworld every six months as a figure of comfort. She was either a virgin goddess, or the mother to Scylla depending on the myth. She seems fond of dogs (There’s almost always one depicted with her), garlic, and cypress trees.

Hecate was skilled with herb lore, both the healing and the poisoning variety. She taught this lore to Medea, and we all know how that went. At some point Hecate got very popular with pagan cults and her whole persona changed, but that’s going way off the beaten path of Greek mythology. I think it’s fascinating how her role evolved, but there are still people who actively worship this goddess, so I will do them the courtesy of not discussing their goddess beyond the basics.

Halloween Mythology Part 1: Reapers

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I caught sight of a man making his way down the long hallway. “Who’s that?”

Cassandra followed my pointed finger and narrowed her dark eyes. “Hey you!” She jogged through the entertainment room to the hall.

I followed closely behind her, studying the man. Something was off about him. He was tall, wearing robes the same disorienting black I’d seen on Hades, but that wasn’t what stood out to me. Light seemed to bend around him, as though he was sucking it out of the room.

“Reapers aren’t allowed down here.” Cassandra frowned. “How did you get clearance?”

“From Thanatos. What about you? Do you have clearance?” he asked in a snide voice.

Cassandra bristled. “I live here.”

“Ah yes, Hades’ pet soul. I almost forgot. What about her?” He motioned to me.

“None of your business. She belongs here, you don’t. So shoo!”

“I’m Persephone.” I was determined to be polite, no matter how snide he sounded.

Cassandra sighed. “You don’t have to talk to him.”

“I’m Zachary.” He gave me an appreciative once-over. “You must be new here.”

“I am.” I made myself meet his eyes. It was hard to look at him directly; my eyes kept getting distracted by the strange bends in light around him. “Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand.

“No, Persephone, don’t!” Cassandra reached out to block the Reaper’s hand. His fingers brushed mine and I fell to my knees screaming. Fire laced through my veins. Something ripped inside of me, trying to break free.

“Shit! She’s alive?” Zachary sprang away from me, hands in the air.

“Yes, she’s alive, you idiot!” Cassandra yelled. She knelt beside me. “Hades!”

I gasped. My arms were crossed over my chest, gripping my shoulders to hold myself together. My vision swam. I doubled over, my head nearly touching the stone floor.

“What happened?” Hades appeared in front of me. He knelt beside me, a frown marring his otherwise perfect face. He touched my shoulder and I cried out. Something within me shifted and suddenly the pain was gone.

I stared up at him, breathing hard. “What—”

Hades was already on his feet, turning on the Reaper. “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t know she was alive, I swear!”

“I didn’t ask if you knew she was alive, I asked what you’re doing here.”

“What happened?” I asked Cassandra when she offered me her hand and helped me up.

“Reapers collect souls and bring them to the Underworld,” she explained.

“Thanatos sent me. I was getting the list. I’m really sorry.” Zachary met my eyes. “I didn’t know you were alive.”

That horrible feeling had been my soul? I stared at Zachary in disbelief. He looked terrified. I followed his gaze to Hades.

“It was my fault. I shook his hand. I didn’t know that would happen.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes. “He shouldn’t be here at all, and he knows it. You should be able to walk around freely in your own palace.”

“Her own . . . ” Zachary paled. “Oh shit. I mean, I’m really really sorry. I didn’t know we have a queen.”

I opened my mouth to correct him, but Cassandra squeezed my hand.

Hades looked at Cassandra, then back at Zachary. “Go find Thanatos and bring him to me.”

Zachary stumbled away, apologizing with every step.

~@~

This week I’m focusing on Halloween appropriate Greek Myths, so it seemed like Reapers were a good place to start.  Reapers don’t (to my knowledge) have much of a place in Greek Mythology besides Thanatos, and Cronus. I take a bit about Thanatos a few weeks ago. He gets the Reaper association because he’s the god of death. Cronus gets it nod because he used a sickle to castrate his father.

There is a god of death in just about every cultures but the idea of multiple Reapers is, as far as I can tell, pretty new. Obviously shows like “Dead Like Me” or “Supernatural” have played a part, and I owe a huge debt of my depiction of Reapers to the “Soul Screamers” series by Rachel Vincent. (Amazing series, seriously everyone should read it).

In my version Reapers are just regular souls granted powers by Thanatos and Hades to go release souls from dead bodies. They don’t actually kill anyone, they just release the souls. I felt like that was an important distinction. Death is part of the natural cycle decided on by all the gods, it’s not just Hades’ evil decision, and the Reapers aren’t typically just hanging around waiting to maliciously kill someone. Their touch is a mercy.

Reapers are volunteers, but they must meet some criteria. The first being that everyone they knew in life is dead. There’s probably more to the selection process, but for now I’m keeping my options open. While Reapers don’t typically kill people they do have the ability. If they touch a human they release their soul, dead or not. They can also hurt Persephone quite a bit because she hasn’t come into her powers yet so her soul still tries to leave at their touch, it just can’t go anywhere.

The Reapers play a pivotal role in the second book of the series, but we’ll see more of them as the series progresses.

Happy Birthday To Me!

It’s my birthday! I’m taking the day off blogging and hanging with my family. Have a great weekend everyone!

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Way Back Wednesday: Werewolves

I was never as into werewolves as I was into vampires. But here are three favorites that made my list.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Who doesn’t love Oz?

Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause

Don’t watch the movie. Seriously, don’t watch the movie. Treat it like the producers treated the book. Pretend it doesn’t exist and ignore everything about it. This book is an early YA that dealt with a young, female werewolf. Her father used to be the alpha, but he was killed, and now the pack is restless and violent and falling in disarray without leadership. The book does a great job dealing with all the conflicting emotions of the protagonist Vivian. She of course longs for a normal life as all teen supernaturals do, but the wishing for normal is well balanced.

Bitten by Kelly Armstrong

Definitely written for an adult audience, this book features the only female werewolf (in that universe), Elena Michaels. She’s got a dark past and an attitude and everything about this author/book/series is amazing. She’s pretty much my favorite author. She’s got some other great werewolves as the series goes on, but this is the only one that predates my writing.  The T.V series isn’t bad, the first season actually kind of rocked, but I hate some of the choices they made second season.

And of course, an honorable mention. Twilight was published after my books were drafted, so I try to stay away from blogging too much about books that came out near or after my publication. There’s too much tension about authors reviewing other author books right now that it’s pretty rare for me to feature one. But come on. You can’t talk about werewolves without talking about Jacob, no matter what you think of his character.

So those are some of my favorite werewolves growing up. Got any favorites that didn’t make the list?

Flying home from California

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Tomorrow I’ll be flying back to the real world. Disney, Yosemite, Monteray, and Fresno were great. I loved seeing my mom and had a great trip with my family. Not looking forward to the jet lag, but it’ll be good to be home too.

Way Back Wednesday: Vampires

Vampires are not even a little bit of a new trend. Here were a few of my favorite vampire stories, in no particular order, from when I was younger.


The Vampire Diaries
and Night World by L.J Smith

It’s not like the T.V show at all, or like the new books in the series, and they don’t age well given how fast YA changed between now and when
they were written, but you have to understand, every YA supernatural writer owes a major debt of gratitude to L.J Smith, R.L Stine, Christopher Pike and any other pre-Harry Potter YA writer. They paved the way for what became the supernatural genre of YA. Harry Potter slammed it in place, but there was a foundation there. 

That being said, The Last Vampire by Christopher Pike isn’t making this list because it’s been over a decade and I’m still pissed about that ending.
The Silver Kiss by Anette Curtis Klause

I still randomly remember things from this book.It was a stand alone novel, a really, really good stand alone novel, that kept the creepiness of vampires, added a hint of romance, and did not end at all how I expected. This author also wrote Blood and Chocolate, which was a really good werewolf book that got turned into a movie that had literally nothing to do with the book.

Anything by Anne Rice

I mean, come on. She was kind of the game changer in vampire fiction.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

I have so many memories of watching this show. They did such a good job. I mean, even shows today don’t top it. When it comes on T.V, which is pretty much all the time, I’m watching it.
The Lost Boys

This is one of those movies I should have seen a lot earlier than late high school given when it came
ut, but didn’t. When my husband and I were dating he showed me Lost Boys and I loved it. I mean sure, it’s cliche, but it’s an 80’s movie. I remember being shocked at how young the kid brother in it looked (what’s that? They actually cast children, not 30 year olds pretending to be 12?) and being somewhat surprised that all the vampires were bad. Like, becoming a vampire would be a bad thing no matter what. That was a relatively new concept for me given that most the vampires I had experience with were hot, tortured souls who’d make perfect boyfriends

What were your favorite vampire books and movies growing up?

Happy Birthday Bella

It’s my daughter’s birthday today, so taking the day off blogging and continuing to enjoy Disneyland with her. But because I’m also a super proud mommy, take a look at how she’s grown in the past six (!) years. Blog will continue as usual next week. In the meantime, check out our trip on instagram

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Age Four

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Off to Disneyland!

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I’m on a plane heading to Disneyland right now! We’ll be there for a week celebrating my daughter’s birthday, then we’ll be hanging around California sight seeing for another week with my mom. I’ve got a few blogs scheduled while I’m gone, but I won’t be checking in very much until I return on the 18th. But you can follow my trip on instagram! 

Enjoy the next two weeks everyone!