BLACK ADAGIO BOOK LAUNCH GIVEAWAY!!!

newblackadaiog_3CROPAnnouncing a fabulous new giveaway for BLACK ADAGIO, the newest baby in my family of horror.

Hosted by Rafflecopter, it has a fabulous prize package that will be spirited away and dropped in the lap of one lucky winner!

The prizes include:

- A copy of Black Adagio
- The complete Season 7 DVD’s of “Supernatural”;
- One 18 X 24 dance poster (three choices – please see below to view options);
- A $25 Starbucks’ Gift Card; and
- A pair of decorative pointe shoes

These pointe shoes are being exclusively designed by elves in the woods of Holybrook … no! They are not! They are actually being crafted by a very talented dancer/artist named Emily McKinney!

To learn more, please visit the official BLACK ADAGIO BOOK LAUNCH GIVEAWAY site:

http://blackadagio.wordpress.com/

Or if you’ve heard enough and just want to enter to grab everything for yourself, please head on over to Rafflecopter to learn how you can win:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/6f411d1/

The contest runs from May 1st-31st so please enter so you can be submerged under BLACK ADAGIO’S spell!

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BLACK ADAGIO BOOK GIVEAWAY

newblackadaiog_3CROPMy newest horror baby is finished and about to be kicked out of the nest!

BLACK ADAGIO is a thriller-diller that mixes horror and ballet. In other words, it’s like every ballet class I’ve ever taken! No, no, that’s not true! My protagonist, Melissa Solange, faces a danger much worse than a broken shank! I can’t believe what I did to that young girl, but that’s life in the world of horror. Always some demon in the shadows looking to steal your soul away.

The distillation of the story is as follows:

“Melissa Solange is presented the chance of a lifetime. Chosen as a member of a new dance company, she works tirelessly perfecting the one element of ballet she’s never mastered … the adagio. As she rehearses, a dark force watches. It has been resurrected by the surprise addition of a classic ballet to the repertoire. The sinister work is thought to be cursed, destroying anyone who attempts to dance it. When the production’s lead dancers begin to disappear, the old warning is taken more seriously. A death worshipping cult called The Innocents is blamed, but she is not so sure. They may be the scapegoat for an ultimate evil living in the woods of Holybrook. Desperate for an answer, she searches for what lurks in the shadows of the old trees before she becomes the next victim of the Danse Macabre.”

I hope you have as good a time reading it as I did writing it. I also hope you’ll  enter for your chance to win a free copy at Goodreads.

Good luck!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

The Black Adagio by Wendy Potocki

The Black Adagio

by Wendy Potocki

Giveaway ends April 30, 2013.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win

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DREAMS OF TIGERS

sumatran-tiger-circle_44312149I’ve long wondered about what connection exists between animals and people. It seems an innate love for some, while others seem to have no feelings at all. The people that don’t care for animals don’t seem like bad people, and I harbor no ill will for their not feeling an attraction towards our four-footed friends. If I have a problem, it’s with those that deliberately torture them. I mean, it’s not like anyone is putting a gun to anyone’s head and forcing someone to adopt a pet. Nonetheless, these misanthropes go out of their way to find one and make its life a living hell. The horror stories abound. They point to the fact that if the bible is correct, and we are truly their caretakers, I can only think that we’re doing a really lousy job.

My own theories as to why some “get” animals and others don’t was kicked into high gear by the following news story. Staff Sgt. Jesse Knott, a soldier in the war zone of Afghanistan, took an interest in a feral cat he named Koshka. Recognizing the signs that the stray was being mistreated, he took him in—even though against military regulations. Allowing the kitty to share his office, little did he dream that his simple act of kindness would be repaid many times over when Koshka gave the grieving warrior his life back.

The moment occurred one night when Knott hit rock bottom. Learning that two friends had died in a brutal attack, the nightmare of being in a war snowballed into abject desolation. Alone in his office, he lost himself that evening. His worth gone, he sat in the darkness when an unexpected angel took centerstage. Whether serendipitously or by divine intervention, the animal settled in the sergeant’s lap. A symbiotic healing occurring, a piece of that animal’s spirit was mysteriously transferred into Knott’s soul allowing clarity—a realization that you are who are no matter what.

Running-tiger-on-snowThis image evoked recollection of a powerful dream I had many years ago. I was having problems with people berating me and making me feel worthless. I got to the point of questioning why I was even taught to write and speak if all I met was confrontation and others trying to strip of me of the right of expression. In the midst of the ordeal, I went to sleep one night and dreamt of a tiger. He was in the backyard of my apartment complex and trying to navigate the fire escape of a building in order to flee. Considering it a threat, everyone was shouting at it and vengefully demanding it be murdered. I was so furious at them. Didn’t they realize he had the right to exist? I watched out my back window as police arrived on the scene and shot it dead right in front of me. It fell into the courtyard and, in my dream, I cried and cried. I was hysterical that something that possessed such beauty and majesty was destroyed. An Asian man saw me weeping and approached me. He asked why I was crying. I told him I was crying because the tiger had been killed. He said, “Don’t be sad. He lived a tiger and died a tiger and that is enough.”

I awoke feeling calm. After so much stress and heartache, I understood. What threatens people they slaughter, but the slaying doesn’t take away anything from what is there. The characteristics someone or something possesses are not transitory and will live on. It’s what leads those that engage in such heartless acts of brutality to be so unhappy—because ultimately what they’re trying to eradicate will never go away.

In reading this story, I believe it’s what Jess Knott understood also. Only he received the message from the littlest tiger curled up in his lap.

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/soldier-cat-makes-perilous-journey-afghanistan-back-home-203248101.html

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Prize Package Revealed!

http://susanjmcleod.wordpress.com/2013/03/22/prize-package-revealed/

In my last blog I told you there would be a special surprise courtesy of my guest, Heather Graham. All those who write in with comments or questions are eligible. And the prize package is:

-A copy of LET THE DEAD SLEEP, Heather’s new hardcover novel;
-The complete Season 7 DVD’s of “Supernatural,” Heather’s favorite paranormal series;
-A copy of THE GHOST HUNTER’S FIELD GUIDE: OVER 1000 HAUNTED PLACES YOU CAN EXPERIENCE by Rich Newman, a five-star rated guide to haunted sites in all 50 states.

So go to the interview with Heather at http://wp.me/p294I9-68 and get a chance at this fabulous prize! All you have to do is comment. Of course “likes” are always appreciated as well :)

Thank you! Next week I’ll be participating in the cover reveal of Adriana Ryan’s new novel, Secret For A Song!

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TEN WORDS THAT SHOULD BE BANNED FROM YOUR RESUME

MSNBC, the noted authority on everything from recipes to, well, recipes, has issued its opinion on resumes. Proffering their opinion on the ten most overused words, they suggest that it is the proliferation of these descriptive nouns that are keeping you from the job of your dreams.

Whether this pronouncement caused more white smoke to rise up the chimney in Vatican City is shrouded in mystery. What is known is that the usage of any one of these is tantamount to the business-suited inquisitor conducting the search for the best hamster to run inside the wheel, to disintegrate your chances of a cubicle of your very own. This may come as a shock if you’re out at Burritoville and have only half finished with your quesadilla. As an aside, to prevent perfectly good food from going to waste, could you all just please make sure to have your Will updated so that the untouched portion of the cheesefest is passed along to me? Thank you.

Now I’m sure we’re all anxious as we’ve been waiting for MSNBC to weigh in on this subject for years. I’ve been gnawing my fingernails down to my knuckles in anticipation. And the networking giant didn’t disappoint. Everything I could have hoped for in efficacious snobbery, this kind of superciliousness has not been seen since the days of Lord Byron’s literary dissection of Lady Caroline Lamb.

With no more fanfare than the bolt of lightning that scarred Harry Potter’s face, here is the ruling:

http://msn.careerbuilder.com/Article/MSN-3310-Cover-Letters-Resumes-Words-that-hurt-10-overused-terms-to-remove-from-your-r%C3%A9sum%C3%A9/?SiteId=cbmsn43310&sc_extcmp=JS_3310_advice

1. Hard worker
2. Self-starter
3. Team player
4. Highly qualified
5. Dynamic
6. Problem solver
7. Reliable
8. Familiar with
9. Flexible
10. People person

Editorial:

Personally, I don’t see where being a highly qualified, reliable, problem solving, people person is all that problematic, but who am I to sling stones at Goliath? Nevertheless, the only word approaching cantankerous would be “Self-starter.” For me, it conjures up images of a motor vehicle, an adorable baby in a car seat tethered in the back, starting to roll towards a busy intersection on its own. And further, doesn’t it imply that the rest of us are dependent on someone’s hand turning our knobs to start the butane hissing so that it can be lit by a match waved near our butts? I’m just saying.

After meditation—and medication—I decided to unburden myself of my deep sense of dissatisfaction over the quality of this produce that wreaks like four-day old fish. In that spirit, I decided to follow-up on this EXTREMELY important topic with a list of my own. I mean, after all, we must be no better than kindergarten sprouts to not know what words to use to describe ourselves. And while the majority of mental meltdowns caused by ill-begotten words can be attributed to thin-skinned employers that can’t take a joke, there are indeed some that should be banished, banned and censored. So here are my top ten that should be caned and beaten from resumes.

10. Recluse.
While the thought of someone so socially inept as to not spread office gossip is nice, in the end, the jaundiced ramifications will find you in your isolation tank and bite you in your arse. After all, there are too many headlines, all of them involving bodies in the basement, that begin by describing said psycho with this term.

9. Necromancy. While communion with the dead is very in right now, it’s not the sort of thing to put as a hobby. Nor is telling the interviewer that you see a male presence around her. It’s only her boss—wondering what is taking so long for her to reject your tarot card musing self.

8. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Let’s face it, this word is not even appropriate for Julie Andrews or Mary Poppins to use. In this vein, please do not refer to any Disney characters or declare that Mulan is your hero for so very many reasons.

7. Gun. The subject of fire arms should never be brought up in a first interview. Nor should you wear your Sharpshooter’s badge that you earned while working as a mercenary in Bulgaria.

6. Herpes. Use this and I’ll bet you ten dollars that they don’t shake your hand.

5. Tolkien. While there are millions of ardent fans of J.R.R. Tolkin’s LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy, none of them actually work in Human Resources. Therefore, tread lightly where Gandalf doth roam.

4. Hoarder. They don’t care if you’re only referring to the 20-pound rubber ball on your desktop that you fashioned by wrapping rubber bands around a small core of chewing gum. Employers like employees they can easily get rid of, and finding ten-year old peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, used and unused toilet paper from the ladies room, and hairballs that your cat has gakked up in your bottom drawers is not their definition of “traveling light.”

3. Fired. Never divulge this sort of information. Substitute another word for it. So instead of writing, “I was fired from my last position in 2012,” you should write, “I was FREED from my last position in 2012.”

2. Celibacy. Unless you’re running for mayor of New York City, this is something we don’t need to know. Even then, it is iffy. Remember the embarrassed hush caused by the 87-year-old actress, Gloria Frances, revealing that she masturbated every day? My cheeks are still red from the admission, and I’ve never been able to view THE TITANIC again without spitting up bile into my cup.

1. Stalking. Never, ever, ever use this word—on your resume, in the interview, or to the nice policeman who asks you why you’re standing outside your ex’s back door with a kitchen knife.

Thus ends my word selections. If you have any others that you feel should be added to this list, you may leave it in a comment … along with your reasons why.

Good luck, job seeker. May the Employment Gods Be With You!

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THE MAN WITH BLUE HAT … THE BLUE MUSTANG … WHAT’S GOING ON AT DENVER INTERNATIONAL?

blue-mustang-at-diaThe Blue Mustang is turning five. What’s the Blue Mustang? It’s a creepy blue sculpture of a horse that’s been rearing up in horror at passengers just outside Denver International. Scaring the beejeezus out of travelers for five long years, it’s served its time, and now the Denver Arts Commission can decide where its permanent home will be. Conspiracy theorists think it’ll perhaps be underground where those five buildings are buried. Yes, five buildings were built and then buried 8 stories down. The reason? They were built wrong. Really? So houses that are built wrong are buried and not just torn down? Ever hear of recycling materials. fellas? But that’s just the tip of the iceberg where Denver International a.k.a. The Illuminati Airport is concerned.

The Bluecifer’s pedigree attests to some mighty fine paranormal storytelling. It started off by murdering its creator, Luis Jimenez. A piece of it fell on him thereby completing the necessary blood sacrifice to unleash its terror upon earth. This fiber glass monstrosity was then stabled outside the place that is alleged to be where the global genocide will begin. Oh, by the way, it’s the one that will trigger the New World Order. Just thought you should know.

With the runways that form a swastika, and the strange murals depicting a Nazi soldier standing amongst dead women and children, “Au Ag” is even written on the floor. That’s an abbreviation for the deadly toxin Australia Antigen, but then what would you expect when dealing with matters of worldwide destruction? The fact this is in an airport makes it ever so slightly suspicious, but not so much that anyone would notice.

Whether any of this is true, the story is near and dear to my heart since I wrote about The Man with the Blue Hat. It’s an old name for the Devil. Yes, that Devil! So I feel that when this Man with the Blue Hat makes a return, he will jump on Satan’s Stallion’s back, shake his hat in the air like a rodeo star, and ride across the sky!

Let them try debunking that!

The Blue Mustang at Denver International

PLEASE SIGN PETITION TO BRING THE EMBODIMENT OF EVIL TO NYC WHERE IT BELONGS!!!

http://blog.chron.com/hottopics/2013/02/%E2%80%98pure-evil%E2%80%99-airport-statue-is-creeping-people-out/

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Accidents

Some say there are no accidents
I say there are no plans
For it is the unplanned moments of great surprise
That guide us
That bring us to our knees
That remind us of the wonder and magic
That teach us there is so much more
You see I wasn’t supposed to be on that corner …at that time…and
I saw an angel fly by

Don’t you feel that the times we forget about ourselves
Are the most precious?
Those rare, celestial moments of bliss
When the curtain is drawn back to reveal
Intangible, Godlike mysteries
That surround and touch our ordinary lives
Ordinary lives!  Do you hear?
Why would anyone choose to lead an ordinary life
When there are things so extraordinary
I saw an angel float by

Don’t call me mad!
Science is your God, not mine
Empirical idiots—your tyrants
Telling us that things are this big or that small
Telling us that if something is not quantifiable
It does not exist
I tell you they are fools!
For how can they deny the miraculous?
I saw an angel pass by

I can see you don’t understand
And it is important that you do understand
Perhaps it is my fault for rambling
It is so hard not to because for the first time I feel alive
My God, I’m alive!
But for your sake, I will start at the beginning
All day I had been preoccupied with work
Until I just grabbed my coat and headed out the door
The air was so refreshing
I felt an angel nearby

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind came out of nowhere
It left me breathless and blinded by tears
I should have stopped walking since I could not see
But I persisted and walked headlong into a man
A stranger who put his hands on my shoulders and held me quite still
I waited. The accident was, after all, my fault
I looked up merely to apologize
And I swear on all that is Holy — And I swear on all that is Divine
It was then — the very instant I fell in love
That I saw an angel walk by

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