Posts Tagged ‘entertainers’

Introducing Author Jenny Schwartz

December 3, 2010

Welcome Jenny:
It’s a pleasure having you here. W e look forward to your sharing your thoughts on writing.

“Write what you know” is an oft-repeated piece of writing wisdom. But I don’t believe it. Passion is far more important. If you’re passionate about what you’re writing, it strengthens your commitment to the long, lonely process and it shares the energy of your enthusiasm with your readers.
When I started writing “Angel Thief” I knew my heroine had to be an archivist. I’m passionate about the importance of knowledge. Lost knowledge makes me want to scream. I shudder to think of the ancient Library of Alexandria burning.
Studying sociology probably impacted my reverence for knowledge. I kept hearing the Foucauldian “truth” that knowledge IS power and power, knowledge. When we lose knowledge, we lose something of who we could have been.
So I created Sara, my angel archivist, who sees her role as “the Indiana Jones of data recovery”. At the moment when a document (and its knowledge) will be destroyed and lost forever to the species who created it, she dashes in and rescues it. I’d like to imagine that the lost works of the ancient world exist in a heavenly archive.
That’s the beauty of writing fiction. You can take your passion for an issue, explore it, share it, and finally, give it a happy ending. Because in my fiction (whether reading or writing), I insist on a happy ending.
Thanks]
Angel Thief, published by Carina Press
http://bit.ly/AngThief

She’s breaking the rules. Again.

An archivist in the heavenly library, Sara must follow protocol when it comes to curating the knowledge of the universe. But “liberating” an ancient text from the collection of a human—an Australian drug lord—could save a boy’s life. Sara has no way of knowing that one of the man’s other treasures is a sexy-as-sin djinni, bound by a wish to guard the estate.

He’s only following orders.

Filip is compelled to turn over intruders, even celestial ones, to his master. When he catches Sara in the library, he isn’t above indulging in some sensual kisses with her, or using her to trick the mobster into wasting a wish. It’s what he must do to preserve his facade of freedom and protect his heart.

But the kidnapping of the drug lord’s daughter forces Sara and Filip to work together—bringing out the hero that lurks within the soul of the djinni, and the passion within the angel.

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You can find Jenny:
at her website http://www.authorjennyschwartz.com/
blogging http://www.acquiring-magic.blogspot.com/
or on Twitter @Jenny_Schwartz http://twitter.com/jenny_schwartz

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Guest Blogger

December 1, 2010

Hello everyone:

I’m guest blogging onPatricia Prestion’s blog today.

http://www.patricia-preston.blogspot.com

Blogging about where I found the characters, the sights, sounds and smells of New York that led to my eBook Scene Stealer

Please drop by and say hello.

The Castle on the Moon

November 29, 2010


My mother and father, my aunts and uncles, all enjoyed a game of poker. The stakes were low-no one in my family had money-but every other weekend they gathered around the dining room table and played their penny and two poker as if they were in a saloon in the big, bad, lawless West.
Dad, a careful player, played his cards “close to the vest.” My mother would bluff and often won which drove my father a little bit nutty. My uncle often expounded on the finer points of the game-which everyone ignored-and my eldest aunt would ask me to sit by her side to bring her luck, show me her cards and mutter, “Pooh, pooh,” before raising the ante.
My cousins and I would grow restless despite the chance to nibble on candy and nuts that had been placed around the table and would finally escape into the bedroom where we would take turns making up stories. A favorite was The Castle on the Moon.
Whenever the moon ripened and became full, I could see a castle that lived high on a cliff. It towered over the bottomless, sinister ocean that lay far, far below the overhang and sometimes I imagined I could see the princess-cold and friendless-as she wandered through the many rooms and chambers that held her prisoner.
When it was my cousin’s turn to continue the tale, he spoke of rescue. He would find a way to rocket to the moon, take his trusty sword and slither down a rope from the rocket to the castle where he would free the lovely princess we had named Genevieve. His sister, a few years older and a budding feminist turned the princess into a prince who would become King Gene and, being the grateful sort, crown her Queen of the Moon.
Some years later, when man conquered space, I was thrilled but, I must admit, disappointed. No castle was found on the moon. No trace of a princess or prince. No sinister ocean and no rock face. But my imagination still runs wild and I tell stories.
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The Ghost of David Belasco

October 18, 2010


Went to see a preview at the Belasco Theatre yesterday of a new Lincoln Center Theatre Production. The musical is based on Pedro Amodovar’s film Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown. David Belasco, a colorful dramatist, producer, actor, director and scenic designer who excelled in amazing and brilliant stage designs, originally opened the theatre known as the Stuyvesant in 1907. Designed by George Keister an architect who also designed the Astor, Earl Carrol, George M. Cohen and Selwyn Theatres, it was considered a hi-tech sensation-the light board had sixty-five dimmers, a stage set that worked on an elevator, studios and a private elevator to Belasco’s private apartment The theatre was renamed the Belasco by Belasco in 1910.
Known as “The Bishop of Broadway,” because of the clerical attire he habitually wore despite having a reputation as a “Ladies Man,” Belasco died in 1931. He left a legacy of hit plays and musicals; producers such as Katherine Cornell and the Group Theatre who leased the theatre continued to produce shows he would proudly have prresented in his theatre. Plays appearing on his stage have won the Pulitzer Prize and the New York Drama Critics Award and many an actor has won the prestigious Tony,
Many actors and members of stage crews believe Belasco’s ghost haunts the theatre. On opening nights, he is sometimes seen sitting in a box seat. Though the private elevator hasn’t been in service for years, the creak of chains in often heard.
The theatre was refurbished before the run of Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown and it is a fabulous sight to behold. The ceiling is bejeweled with a mosaic of lights, the walls gleam with polished wood. It’s a fitting home for the musical with its superb multi-talented cast and spectacular scenic effects. I have no trouble believing that Belasco will be in his box seat on opening night and I’m sure the “Bishop” will approve.
For more info about me, please log on to http://www.elisewarner.com Scene Stealer, my mystery is avaialbe as an eBook from http://www.carinaprress.com,
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Scene Stealer Audio Version

October 15, 2010

Today is a red letter day for me. October 15-the day that Scene Stealer is released in an audio version by http://www.audible.com I look forward to hearing the book read. I’m sure my characters are looking forward to it too. Scene Stealer is available (eBook version) is available at carinapress.com
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A Poke from Miss Weidenmaier

October 11, 2010

I’m sitting at my computer writing away. A new novel with characters I’m beginning to get to know rather well when all of a sudden I feel a poke. A poke that has connected with a soft spot in the part of my brain that says a character is here that wants you to tell her story.
I lifted my fingers from the keyboard, closed my eyes and there she was-actually here she is-the lady is persistent. The character is Augusta Weidenmaier and she wants another mystery featuring her. “After all”, she says, “The cover of Scene Stealer says An Augusta Weidenmaier Mystery, and I should be the first person you think about. You were in the theatre, you should respect top billing”
Trying to reason with a strong personality like Miss Weidenmaier is difficult but I did try. I explained about the new book and how I was fourteen chapters into the first draft. I told her she had to know the people in that book would take exception to my putting them aside in favor of writing about her. I asked her if she could, would wait ‘til I finished and then I would be all hers and we could work on the new Augusta Weidenmaier Mystery together. Teamwork?
Lord, she is one stubborn woman who usually gets what she wants. I finally managed to get her to agree to a compromise. I would work on the novel I started in the morning and Miss Weidenmaier’s mystery in the afternoon and we’ll both cross our fingers and hope it works. I’ll let you know how we progress.
For more info about me-please log on to http://www.elisewarner.com Scene Stealer (an Augusta Weidenmaier Mystery) is available at http://www.barnesandnoble.com, http://www.amazon.com, http://www.borders.com, www. Carinapress.com
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TENT SHOW

October 8, 2010

Platea is two gas stations and a general store somewhere in the area of Erie, Pennsylvania. Not even a dot on the map. Hard to find-I know-I could never find the place again.
When I was in my middle teens, I was offered a job for the summer as ingénue with a traveling tent show whose owners lived in a small ramshackle house in Platea. Ready, willing and eager, I joined the troupe of seven that included a leading lady and leading man, a juvenile, two character actors and a utility man. We rehearsed for a week in a second and larger house that hadn’t seen tenants for a long while; we cooked on a kerosene stove and our personnel needs were taken care of in an outhouse in back where seven rats resided, or so our leading man claimed. He gave each rat a name; the names were originally ours alone.
We would present plays like Uncle Tom’s Cabin-I doubled playing Little Eve and Eliza. I would cross the ice with a doll-representing a baby-in my arms as I tried to escape the bloodhounds chasing us, race down the stairs, discard my bandana and the smock, that covered Little Eva’s white dress, place the doll on a table, pull on a blonde wig and return to the stage where I rested my dying body on a pallet.
One memorable performance the stairs weren’t in place and I stepped from the stage into space. I ignored the pain, quickly made the fast change and clambered back on stage. The lights came up. Uncle Tom began singing a hymn, looked at me and then began to stifle giggles. Blood seeped through the dress adding a bit of authenticity to my role and distressing the owners.
During intermissions, we would sell an orange drink concoction and bags of popcorn; twice a week, after the show-for an additional half-dollar-we would put on an afterpiece that included comedy sketches, songs and dances. The theme of one afterpiece was the roaring twenties; we’d dress ourselves in flapper costumes, dance the Charleston and sing a number that went
We’re working our way through college,
To get a lot of knowledge,
That we’ll probably never, ever use again.
There were six different plays-one for each night of the show week. Among them, The Cohens and The Kellys similar to a Broadway play titled Abie’s Irish Rose that defied critics and ran for years and Your Country Cousin about a bumpkin that outsmarts everyone. Saturday nights, we tore down the set after the performance-I was in charge of making sandwiches for the crew-then we drove to the next town. I sat next to the popcorn machine. The next morning, it was my job to walk through the streets, find strong teen-age boys and offer them free tickets to the show in exchange for help in putting up the tent and the benches. I thought of myself as the Pied Piper of Pennsylvania.
Just like Broadway, our motto was “The Show Must Go On” and go on it did no matter how sick we were. I came down with the flu in one town and spent several days in bed. Out leading lady was kind enough to iron my costumes but at night I trod the boards. One afternoon as I lay on the bed sleeping, a noise woke me up and I saw several children sneaking a quick look at me from the doorway. The enterprising young son of our boarding house owner had sold a few tickets at twenty-five cents apiece–for a chance to peep at the ingénue-to his friends.
On a road trip to Erie one year, my husband and I tried to find Platea; I wanted to show him the old house where we rehearsed, the general store where we bought chips, bologna and sodas, the outhouse I avoided as much as humanly possible. But Platea was changed or gone and-except in my memory-I couldn’t go back.

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SHY

October 4, 2010


“Shy, I confess it, I’m shy…” that song from Once Upon a Mattress seemed to have been written about me. But that was before I began writing and a play I wrote was chosen by Theatre Guinevere, in New York City, as an entrant in a play contest. We, the authors, would all read our plays in a rehearsal room to a critic who would choose the top three plays. The prize-a staged reading.
I sat in front of an audience consisting of friends, family, budding playwrights and the other competitors. I read the lines; hoping my nerves wouldn’t show. Stage directions were read by a friend and I learned never to have stage directions read at a reading. Find another way. Then miracle of miracles, I was one of the winners.
The next step was finding professional actors-who were willing to work without pay. An ad was place in Backstage, a theatrical newspaper; the evening we held auditions we arrived to find actors had filled the room and lined the staircase.
I was used to auditioning as a singer and an actress; after I became a stage manager, I knew how to call other performers to read for directors, conductors and choreographers. I knew how to cheer for performers and how to console but nothing prepared me for making the hard decisions myself.
We chose the actors we wanted to stay and read for the parts in our plays-typecasting-choosing by age, height, weight, appearance and instinct. I chose three young girls to stay and read for my ingénue. The first was terrible, just plain terrible.
“Thank you,” I said.
She pretended not to hear.
“Thank you,” a bit louder. Would nothing stop this…this creature who was creating havoc with my lines? The lines I had spent hour after hour writing and revising?
I rose from my chair, walked up front and shouted in her ear. “Thank you!” I no longer felt shy. The third actress to read, made me smile, made me laugh and was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
On to the men and here I made a dreadful mistake. The actor I chose looked the part, he read the lines fairly well and he told me he could sing. I hadn’t written a musical but the actor needed to look as if he could dance, have a mediocre voice and hold a tune for a chorus or two. I made the mistake of taking the actor at his word-I should have known better-and after the first rehearsal, despite his plea, had to let him go.
I had never-is the right word fired-anyone before? And it was a part in a staged reading that didn’t pay a cent. I felt guilty. I felt tough. I knew my first duty was to my play. And I knew I would never be shy again.

P.S. I got up the nerve to ask a marvelous actor I had worked with on the road if he would do the reading and he agreed. We won the prize – a small statue called, “The Guinny” the play received several staged readings with other companies but as yet hasn’t been produced.

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Storeybook Reviews Scene Stealer

August 5, 2010

Scene Stealer – Elise Warner Posted in Cozy, New York on August 4, 2010 Before Elise Warner started her writing career you could find her on Broadway, working with National Companies and in clubs as an actress, singer and stage manager. She has even written a play which won Theatre Guinevere’s “Guinny Award”. After that she started writing for various magazines but this is her first novel.

Scene Stealer features Miss Augusta Weidenmaier, a retired school teacher who is caught up on the case of a kidnapped child, an actor in fact, and feels that she must help the police solve this crime. She does this putting her self in harms way a time or two, and as expected of a school teacher, a rap or two on the knuckles of some not some helpful characters.

When I first started reading this book I wasn’t sure what to expect, in fact, I wasn’t even aware that this was the author’s first novel. The story started off with Augusta noticing a child on the bus and as a former schoolteacher knew that something wasn’t quite right. The child looked scared and the man he was with was a bit scary himself. She departs the bus to try and follow the pair to see if she can help the child. In the back of her mind she recognizes the child but does not realize he is an actor for a local fast food chain until his disappearance is publicized in the media. Then she realizes what she saw could help find Kevin and bring him back to his mother. She doesn’t realize the danger that she ends up putting herself in to until it is too late.

I was beginning to wonder why someone would want to read this book if the kidnapper was going to be revealed so early in the book. But imagine mysurprise when the obvious wasn’t as obvious as you might think. It was a nice twist that I wasn’t expecting and pulled me back in to the story wondering how it was going to end.

I give this book 3 1/2 stars and if the author decides to make this a series, I will definitely check out the second installment.
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Percolating

August 4, 2010

Ideas for articles, characters to bring a story alive, another cozy? Another novel? I’ve started on an article. Moving fast. This one is fun to write. The story is almost there? But something is missing. My characters have to decide what they want to do. Atmosphere? Menace? do I need to know more about my people? And what about another cozy? Miss Weidenmaier is getting restless. And the novel…it’s a story I want to tell. The world of writing is exciting. Mystifying. Funny and wondrous. I’m so glad it chose me.
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