AUTHOR’S CORNER: A World at Peace, Is That What You Really Want? by author Thea Ramsay

AUTHOR’S CORNER: A World at Peace, Is That What You Really Want? by author Thea Ramsay

Hi again campbellsworld visitors.

We’ve already had some fab stuff here on WordPress Wednesday.

You’ve read a wonderful post from Donna W. Hill from Lynda McKinney Lamburt’s blog, and you’ve seen an announcement about author Joan Myles’ appearance on Ann-Harrison Barnes’ Inspirational Journeys podcast.

Now, here is author Thea Ramsay with an offering for your reading pleasure.

Thanks for reading and be sure to hang around here in campbellsworld, because I’ve got a sneaking suspicion there are more totally talented Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing family member clients yet to come.

 

A WORLD AT PEACE

IS THAT WHAT YOU REALLY WANT?

 

I recently published two very different stories.

One is, as my publisher described it, “a dystopic/eutopic fairy tale”. The other is, again in the words of my publisher, “part psychological thriller, part ghost story.”

This second story dealt with dark themes. My publisher loved it.

The first, Lucy, is a story about a tween-age girl, ten-year-old Lucy, who escapes a war-torn Earth to live on a world inhabited by … you guessed it, peace and love. Andorpha, the new planet she calls home has no word for ‘war’, no word for ‘divorce’ or ‘broken home’. You get my drift.

Now that Lucy’s escaped this terrible Earth, she lives on a world where her big worries are about school, and whether the boy she likes will like her or not. In this world of fur-bearing, loving, born-euphoric people, every day is like Christmas, every night like Christmas Eve.

Lucy must come to terms with the loss of her human parents and accept the love of the fur-bearing Andorphian parents, but life is no longer in danger. There is peace on Earth at last; or at least, peace on Andorpha.

Guess which book my publisher prefers? The dark one. Guess which book readers seem to gravitate to: the violent stories.

While I enjoyed writing A Very Special House, the ghost story, my real message lies within the Lucy books. I’m already working on the second one. I must admit that it’s harder to write on the bright side.

It seems we humans gravitate toward darkness, while singing “Give peace a chance”.

The first Lucy book was relatively easy to write. Lucy’s life was in danger every moment, right up to the moment when she stepped on the space ship that would take her to Andorpha. Once I got her there, however, after the first furry Andorphian hugs, I asked myself: What now?

Luckily, my own imagination teems with visions sweet and lovely. I got some of these visions from authors who wrote about that which was wholesome and lovely. Now I want to pass it on to like-minded readers and publishers. The Lucy  books are how I can communicate these lovely visions.

The question is: Is the world really ready for peace? If readers and publishers alike prefer the dark, edgy story over the pretty and the lovely, then I’d wonder if we’re truly ready, as a race, for peace. Thankfully, I’ve had some great reviews by readers, (not friends or family), who love the lovely.

How about you? Ready to take peace and love for a test drive?

 

 

MORE ABOUT THEA RAMSAY AND HER WORK…

 

A VERY SPECIAL HOUSE

A novella by Canadian author Thea Ramsay

C 2018 / In e–book ($2.99) and print ($7.50) on Amazon

Full details of this and the author’s other publications, which are a novel and a short story: http://www.dldbooks.com/thearamsay/

Review by Leonore H. Dvorkin

Part ghost story, part psychological puzzle, and totally terrific, A Very Special House will no doubt haunt your memory for a long time to come. The evocation of the atmosphere of both Maui and the special “honey house” that resides there is superb. Unusual and striking are the author’s mentions of various beloved smells: of flowers, rain, wood, new paper, new pencils, food, and more. As a fellow writer, I have to say that this novella features some of the best and most realistic dialogue I’ve ever read. Throughout the book, the reader is borne along on alternating waves of memory and wishing, of what was and what was longed for. The surprise ending is deeply gratifying. Don’t miss this compact masterpiece by a very talented new author!

Chapter One

The smoke from her gun was followed by a burning pain in my side and a gush of red. Dizzy and suddenly cold with terror, I fell to the ground.

It hadn’t been personal. Not this time.

Stray bullet. Wrong place, wrong time, and all because I came back.

The last thing I heard was the man, Al, screaming at her to drop the weapon and call 911.

I was nearly overpowered by the damnedest urge to laugh. Paramedics busting in to save me, finding the gun, calling the cops while I bled out.

She dropped the gun and stared down at me. “Can’t you bleed somewhere else? God, my deck!”

I patted her arm, or thought I did. “Don’t worry, dear. Your cell will be squeaky clean,” I said, or thought I did.

She didn’t respond, just looked at me in horror.

The last thing I felt was my temperature dropping, and such awful weakness, plus a strange sort of thinning, a widening, as though I were spilled water, as if I were melting into the rough wooden boards.

The last thing I thought was, Who will find my journal, and how will my kids know what I’ve written for them to see?

 

 

0 Comments

  1. heahtmonster Reply
    May 1, 2019

    Perhaps part of the problem is that there is no clear definition of pece. My definition?

    Conflicts well-managed

  2. Fair enough, Heat Monster. Everyone has a different definition of peace. But my question still stands. If we gravitate, as a race to the dark and edgy, even in our choice of entertainment, I would wonder if we’re as ready for peace as we say we are.
    I find it interesting that from childhood on, my mother and I marched to different drummers. She would often try to get me to watch The Burning Bed (about an abused wife who killed her husband), and The Exorcist. She considered these tools for helping me quote, “accept reality”. Meanwhile, I dwelt in the realms of fairies, angels, and I was irresistibly attracted to the strange and lovely. My mom chose the strange and terrifying.
    I’m still into loveliness. Lovely concepts, such as the kinds of candy you find in Charlie And the Chocolate Factory. What I can’t seem to do is pin down a genre that is most likely to deal in that which is pretty and good. Even Christmas stories and romance are going for that rough, edgy thing.
    I understand why. Not everyone has happy memories of Christmas, or love. Still, if I could find a genre which deals with aliens strange and beautiful, fairies and angels, joy and love, I’d probably read only that.

    1. Hi Thea. Thanks for your comment. Unfortunately Heathmonster, A.K.A Peter Altschul cannot for some reason reply to comments, and so if you look at the comment info you’ll see his email at the bottom, and can write him there. If it doesn’t show, pick it up at: PeterAltschul.com Thanks again.

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