Friday, November 08, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

November News!

Hello blogger friends,

It's Native American month, and what better way to celebrate than to support your local Native programs and events?

 This month, we will be attending the 8th Annual Veterans Powwow in Louisville, KY. where I will be selling Ghostkiller T-shirts. Proceeds go towards the Ghostkiller Movie and I will be posting news about that very soon! Meanwhile, check out the Facebook page and send a request, we'd love to have you!

I have just signed with Word Branch Publishing, who is rolling out the next two books in the Ghostkiller Trilogy, as well as giving the first book a new look/cover. I am excited to see what the artist creates! There will be giveaways and all sorts of other goodies that this publisher will offer, so stay tuned and look for special emails from me when I know more. To sign up on the mailing list, just click here. 

That's all for now! Look for pics of the powwow on my FB page and remember to hug a Native today!

Love, peace and frybread grease,

Saturday, October 19, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Ride it Out - A Song for Slaughter-Bound Horses

Hello Blogger friends! It's been a while since I've updated and there is lots to tell, but for now I will simply post this link for you to see what I've been up to. This video was posted at midnight last night (October 19) and has gotten over 500 views so far. Hope you enjoy it, and look for more updates from me in the next few days!

Love, Peace and Frybread Grease!

Thursday, July 18, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Publisher in the shadows?

Hello blogger friends,


I received an exciting email the other day; after querying the publisher who published my friend's novel, I was delighted to get a positive email back from them. 

 I am hopeful that this is the answer I've been praying for. Having a publisher will legitimize everything I have worked so hard for. They will be publishing the second book in the Ghostkiller Trilogy, Scattered Leaves: Beyond the Legend, should they decide to take a risk on me. Keeping my fingers crossed! 

Meanwhile, I have yet another book in the works. Some of you expressed interest when I asked if you would be interested in an erotic novel. I do have one that I started a few years back, and it now has a name: Details on Undoing the Laces will be announced soon.  Here's the short synopsis:

Erica North wasn't looking for trouble that hot summer night in 1969, but after a fight with her boyfriend left her stranded in the worst part of town, she soon found herself in terrible danger. The no-good womanizer had cheated on her for the last time, and her screams of rage had brought unwanted attention to them both. Justice was served at the end of a knife that dark night, which left Erica as the only witness to the murder. Fearing for her life, she was rescued by would-be hero Wren Black at the last minute. Never in her wildest dreams did Erica imagine she would get out alive, much less be rescued by a man who seemed to know all of her deep, dark secrets. Erica soon discovered that Wren's only mission seemed to be to fulfill them. But at what cost? Was Wren, in fact, the murderer?

It's short and sweet today!  Have lots to do and little time to do it in. Have a great day everyone!

Tl next time, I wish you love, peace and frybread grease!
Wednesday, July 03, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Calling Jerry Bruckheimer!!

Anyone who knows anything about TV or movies knows that Jerry Bruckheimer is the guru of those mediums. Gore Verbinski is also up there in the stratosphere of amazing directors. As many of you know, I had a friend who worked on the set of the Lone Ranger as Johnny Depp's stand in. My friend was responsible for getting Johnny a copy of my book, "Scattered Leaves: The Legend of Ghostkiller" for his 49th birthday and then this year, a Ghostkiller t-shirt for his 50th! How lucky am I to have friends like this?

So when I had a chance to go to a sneak peek of The Lone Ranger a week before it premiered worldwide, you bet your black-bird I took it. The film didn't disappoint, either.

I was blessed to have received an invitation to go to a sneak peek showing of The Lone Ranger by a trusted friend who had tickets, and I must say, the movie far exceeded my expectations. Johnny Depp out did himself in the role of Tonto, and I dare say it is his best work to date.

The Lone Ranger is an action-packed thrill ride, complete with crashing trains, evil bandits, lots of shoot-'em-up scenes, and corporate corruption, all tied up in a tightly woven package. But that is not why I loved it. I loved it for the truth it contains. Let me explain:

Amid all the controversy over Johnny and the bird he wears on his head, I submit the evidence un-earthered by Indian Country Today; Yes, Indians did wear birds on their heads. And for someone who knew so little about Natives, Johnny certainly brought the message from the Native masses to the big screen, and in a way only Johnny Depp could have done it: Native Americans were victims of genocide, all for the love of money, from day one.

 This film will open everyone's eyes to just one example of historical wrongs committed against Natives; how greed helped shape one Nation, while systematically wiping out another. The costume was a bit over the top, but the message in the story was so profound, I didn't pay much attention to what he wore. Throughout the film, Tonto feeds the bird on his head, thus feeding his spirit, which I thought was an amazing touch.

The Lone Ranger takes a terrible time in history and puts it in a nice little entertainment pill, easily swallowed by the masses, and in this way, many will be educated. I applaud all involved. I laughed and I cried and was thoroughly entertained. Everyone needs to see this film, but especially every American Indian needs to see it. Bringing to the forefront atrocities committed against American Indians is something never before done in any Hollywood film I've ever seen. It will get butts in the seats and then educate those butts, en masse, about a dark time in history never told in this way, let alone with this much press. Bravo! Two thumbs up!

 I want to hire the entire Lone Ranger team for the film "Ghostkiller." Jerry, Gore and Johnny, if you're reading this, lets make a film! HA! In all seriousness, this is the dream team, no doubt about it. Get out and go see this film! You'll be glad you did!

Til next time,
Thursday, June 13, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Summertime and the livin' is easy...

Hello again blogger fans,

I am behind on my updates, so let's get right down to it, shall we?

As you all know, I am working hard to get the film "Ghostkiller" off the ground and to this end, I have designed a killer t-shirt to help promote the book and film all at the same time. I do plan to sell these, so stay tuned for updates on that! That's my hunky husband modeling his -------->>>

To understand why the story means so much, you have only to read the blog I wrote while readying for my visit to the Mankato powwow last year. It's called Four Days. 

To me, this story is more than a book; it teaches real history that is not taught in school. To make a film about it would be a real chance to heal the past. 
What will a film do? In the right hands, it will reach millions of people, and tell the real story of our Nation's history in a pill (entertainment) that's easy to swallow. Moreover, it will give hope. How? Well, what do you think a Native American hero could do for Native Americans? How could he affect the youth? Positive role models are needed in every culture. But this would give hope too, not only to a people who have been suppressed for hundreds of years, but to all of us. We need a hero. Someone to come forward and say, THE SPIRITS HAVE A STORY TO TELL. The past gives us clues to our future. 

I had an actor tell me once that if a film were made where the Indians won the west, it would piss a lot of people off. He is not Native American, but he fakes it really well and has made a ton of money off the backs of his so-called genealogy. (I'm not being judgmental here. This guy started his career saying he was Italian) I will not be detoured. I will not stop until this film is made. I cannot. 

I have a friend who works with Johnny Depp. I sent him two t-shirts; one for him and one for Johnny as a 50th birthday gift. As you may recall, I sent him a book last year. What are the chances of him working with my friend on two separate movies within a year, and me having the opportunity to send him gifts relating to Ghostkiller? It's never happened to anyone I have ever heard of. That means something to me. 

I am hopeful that he read the book and found the concept interesting, at least. My book might not be the most literary jewel in the slush pile, but it is a good story and the story is comparable to other films in this genre in terms of return, that is. But I regress. This is not a pitch meeting LOL  

A thank you note from Johnny would be cool, but him wanting to get involved with the Ghostkiller film would be even better. Someone with his star-power could really impact the Native community in a positive way. And let me just say here for the record, I fully support him playing the role of Tonto in The Lone Ranger for that reason. He has the ability to change minds, lives and stereotypes with his star-power. 

The book tour starts in August, most of which will be a working vacation for us. I so enjoy being on the road and can't wait to see all of you out there! My summer will be tied up with ceremonies until then (August 1), so don't look for much from me til after that. (Unless Johnny calls HA!)

Well, that's it for now. This is short and sweet cuz I'm burning the candle at both ends and need to sleep. (But those who know me know I wouldn't have it any other way!)

Til next time, I wish you love, peace and frybread grease!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

When Hollywood says YES, they really mean NO?

I subscribe to a newsletter called "Good in a Room" which talks about what to do and what not to do when meeting with Hollywood movie makers - I'm talking the BIG WIGS! This newsletter has some really good advice, things I would not have thought of myself. This particular article really hits home, though. It just came to my inbox and I had to share it with those of you who are on the same path as I am, the independent filmmaker. It opened my eyes to people I am dealing with everyday, and helped me to make decisions about who I am and am not going to work with. 


GOOD IN A ROOM by Stephanie Palmer:

You know those stories where the hero is lied to, but doesn’t know it, and the best friend knows about the lie and has to decide whether or not to tell the hero?  With rare exception, the sooner the hero is told about the lie, the better.  It might hurt, but better to know the truth.
In this post, I’m playing the role of the friend, you’re the hero, and I’m hoping that you won’t be upset when I tell you:
Sometimes, the compliments you get from decision-makers about your work aren’t true.
These compliments, these times when you hear a version of “Yes,” often are lies–and what is actually being said is, “No.”
That’s why today we’re going to talk about exactly what “No,” “Maybe,” and “Yes” really sound like.


The Lie Is Told For A Reason


Decision-makers don’t tell you the truth because they are trying to protect their relationship with you.  They want you to send them your future work, so they lie in order not to hurt your feelings.
This lie is a problem for writers, directors, and producers who are taking meetings, sending out scripts, and thinking a deal is close at hand… when in reality, they’re being told “No” time and again.  Unfortunately, they keep chasing leads that aren’t there and wasting precious time.
I don’t want you to be wasting your time.  I want you to be the kind of professional who understands the subtext, knows when he or she is being told the truth, and can act accordingly.  So let’s talk about the ways that “No,” “Maybe,” and “Yes” are communicated.

“No” Is Silence Over Time


Chris Kelly, a writer for Real Time with Bill Maher wrote this in a recent article (crediting Merill Markoe):
In Hollywood, ‘no’ is silence over time. The way you find out you’re not getting the job, that they passed, that they didn’t respond to the material, that they’re going a different direction, is silence. It’s the call you don’t get.” (via Huffington Post)
Other forms of “silence over time”:
  • If you can’t get an in-person meeting at all.
  • If your emails don’t get returned in one week.
  • If your calls don’t get returned in two weeks.
  • If your script has been passed along (to a star, director, or producer), and you haven’t heard back in a month.
If you pitch to a decision-maker and they want to be in business with you, they will get in touch as soon as possible.  If you haven’t heard back, the answer (almost always) is “No.”


Unless They Pay You, The Answer Is “No”


That’s the title of John August’s Scriptnotes Episode 71.
John’s screenwriter co-host, Craig Mazin, elaborates:
Unless there’s money, the answer is no. Isn’t that terrible? And it’s so unfortunate because there’s thousands and thousands — so many wonderful, creative ways for people to say no to you. And so many of them sound like yes, which is horrifying really to contemplate, but it’s human nature. Nobody really likes saying no to somebody. Nobody wants to be mean. No one wants to see that look reflected back to them.”
If you’re not getting any money, the answer is probably “No.”


“No” Often Starts With A Compliment


When people in Hollywood say “No,” the medicine is typically accompanied by a spoonful of sugar.
Examples include:
  • “This has a lot of potential…”
  • “This is a great piece of writing…”
  • “I love the main characters…”
  • “This is hilarious…”
  • “We love it…”
If you’re getting compliments like this, they can be true, but don’t take them at face value. Most of the time, all of these compliments translate to:
“You seem like a nice person and I don’t see any reason to offend you….”


“No” Usually Ends With An Excuse


After the compliment you get the excuse:
  • “… but isn’t the right fit for us.”
  • “… but we are overbudget.”
  • “… but would be too expensive.”
  • “… but we have another project that is too similar.”
If you’re hearing reasons like these, don’t take them at face value. Most of the time, all of the reasons translate to:
“…but this isn’t good enough (yet).”


“No” = Compliment + Excuse


Most of the time when you’re getting compliments on your writing followed by an excuse about why you’re not getting any money, the actual compliments and excuses are not the truth.  The truth is that they are saying:
“You seem like a nice person and I don’t see any reason to offend you, but this isn’t good enough (yet).”
This is a hard thing to hear because we want to believe that the compliment is real because that’s something to feel good about.  We want to believe that the excuse is real because it lets us save face.
The thing to understand is that if your work was good enough, you’d at least get a “Maybe.”


“Maybe” Comes In Three Flavors


The first kind of “Maybe” is: Notes.
When someone actually takes the time to give you feedback on what you’ve done, that’s a victory.  It means that they want to be helpful and that, if you are able to make the changes, they may be willing to take another look or meet with you again.
The second kind of “Maybe” is: Stall for time.
  • “I’ll take a look at it.”
  • “Let me get back to you once I’ve had the chance to read it.”
This is a gray area, and typically means one of two things:
  • “I like you personally and don’t want to offend you, but I don’t think this is good enough yet, and I want you to send me your future projects.”
  • “My assistant will take a look at it and then tell me what he or she thinks and if the feedback is extremely positive, then I’ll take a look.”
Unfortunately, it’s difficult to decipher the difference between a “Maybe” that means “No” and a “Maybe” that means “Maybe.” The best thing to do is to follow up after an appropriate amount of time, typically two weeks.

The third kind of “Maybe” is: Let’s move this up the chain.

  • “Let’s get Matt Damon (or other Big Star) on the line right now.”
  • “Come meet my boss.”
This is a hopeful sign. It means that if the star, director, or higher-level executive is interested, then this could quickly turn into a “Yes.”


“Yes” Means Things Are About To Move Fast


“Yes” sounds like this:
  • “I’m going to have Business Affairs call your agent.”
  • “We’re going to make an offer. Wait by your phone.”
  • “I’d like to option this for [$$$].”
Remember, a great piece of material, a great pitch, a great writer—these are all very rare commodities. If a decision-maker believes that your work is that valuable, he or she is going to move quickly to sign you, buy your material, or otherwise bring you on board.

 Link to article:

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Friday, April 12, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Back to the Light

This is an ongoing short story of spiritual visits from my ancestors.

It was dark when I awoke. Beads of sweat sat upon my furrowed brow. What was my dream? A dark room and shadow people. Something about a message from Mom. I could not recall, but this incessant feeling that something was amiss nagged at my heart.

I climbed out of bed and stretched the kinks from my back.That old mattress has got to go, I thought. That thing has been around for 10years now, and it's high time to retire it, no doubt about that. I opened the bedroom door and could see the faint light of dawn through I crack in the curtains.

I walked to the front door and opened it, immediately inspired by the warmth that greeted me. The sun nudged its head above the horizon, and brilliant reds and golds flared out like magic fingers; wispy clouds floated carelessly by, intertwining with the colors and blue of the sky.

Birds sang their songs in unison, without worrying if one was out singing the other.  None off key, no two
alike. Two cardinals landed on a woodpile on the porch near the doorway. They flittered and frolicked around, dancing their spring mating dance. They had not a care in the world, and didn't even mind me standing there watching them. A cool breeze fluttered through the screen door. I felt it brush my hair and kiss my skin.

I opened the door and stepped onto the porch, and the little cardinals flew away, continuing their banter and mating ritual on a honeysuckle bush nearby. Something pulled at my nightgown and I looked down to see our cat twining his way around my legs, begging for breakfast. "In a minute"I told the calico.

The feeling here was a magical one. Marveling at God's perfection, I knew it. It was a familiar feeling, something that I felt I had recently experienced. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the dream. Nothing.I prayed silently that I would remember, because I knew it was something profoundly important. Suddenly, a crow cawed loudly, making me jump. It landed on the lower limb of the mighty maple tree that hung just above the porch. Caw,caw, caw! He was unfettered by my presence, and in fact, seemed to be urgently speaking just to me, "Remember, remember, remember!" I sat spellbound by this oddly familiar scenario. What was a crow doing sitting here speaking to me, and why did it seem so familiar? It was then I recalled the dream...

I sat among my elders, my grandparents on my Mom’s side, along with a few other grandmothers I did not recognize. “Are you ready?” My mother asked. I nodded my head, not being able to speak for some reason. We were all sitting in a room with no floor, just dirt; hard, cool and slick from years of living, walking, and laying on it. “It’s made with wood ash.” I heard someone say. “You mix wood ash and dirt together with water. Comes out like concrete.” I nodded, I had heard of that before.

“Caw, caw, caw!” A big black crow sat on an old, wooden chair. He was perched there, intent on the goings on.

“You know allot of things, you just don’t remember.” This from one of the grandmothers. “We’re here to remind ya. That’s all ya need is remindin’,”  said another.

“No gossipin’ while you make food!” One exclaimed. She had jet black hair parted in the middle and knotted at the nape of her neck. She was heavy, wore a blue calico print dress with a high lace collar, but her face reminded me of a picture of Martha Montgomery, my 4thgreat grandmother that I had seen once. She was Irish and Cherokee, born in 1868 in southeastern Kentucky.

“Caw, caaaaaaaawwww!”

“If women are talkin’ in the kitchen while ya’s cookin’ 'an the hot grease or stew or whatever you’re cookin’ pops out on ya, you best stop talkin’ about whatever it is, cause the spirits are trying to shut you up!” She said with a grin. She watched me, her black eyes steady and unblinking. She had eyes like my mom and my mom's father, I could see the resemblance clear as day. I stared back into the depths and felt the bond I had with her. “Mattie,”she told me, “Name’s Mattie.”

A slow smile spread across my face. I knew her. I collected my family’s stories for fifteen years before writing novels took all my time away from genealogy. She’d had a rough life. My grandpa’s grandpa was not a nice person. His eyes were crystal blue, a very unusual color, but they did not adorn a nice face. Mean. Of course, no one smiled in those photos from back in the day, but this was different.  He was just mean looking. She wore a look of pain and unhappiness that was obvious in those black eyes in the portrait, but that look was gone now, replaced with glints of peace and contentment. This was the girl she had been when she was younger; she had gone back to the light. I thought of the song "This Little Light of Mine," and knew instantly that was the light we go back to when we die. The young, fresh-faced people we were, before life had its way with us. Mattie had that light now. I often wished I had known her.  I thought this might be my chance.

“We’ll be back to remind ya of some more soon.”

So now, I wait. be continued.

Check out my books on the Ghostkiller website!

 ©2013 Lynny Prince

Monday, March 25, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Brown Eggs (a short ghost story)

I awoke to the aches and pains of a cold as I made my way to the bathroom. The cat lay in front of the wood stove my husband had stoked before he left, and in the darkness I almost stepped on her. She purred a ‘good morning’ to me and I purred back. It was a dark and snowy morning, and the wind whipped around the old farmhouse like a cloak and dagger. Despite the many layers of plastic on the windows, we never could completely get rid of the drafts.

The clock on the wall said 8:30. It was one of those bird-call clocks, the kind that chirped on the hour. I hadn't heard it go off yet, and was glad because it meant I was able to sleep in. The past few weeks had been hard on me, what with my daughter and the grand kids all having the flu, and I being the main caregiver. It was time for Mama to get some rest.

I washed my hands in the bathroom sink with the warmest water I could stand. The body aches responded, and I longed to lie in a tub of hot water to ease my suffering. As I filled the tub, I poured in some lavender and eucalyptus oils. The steam smelled heavenly and instantly cleared my stuffy nose. 

I slipped into the hot, steamy water up to my chin, took a deep breath and allowed my body to completely relax; finally, a reprieve. I lay there for a long time, thoroughly enjoying this moment. It had been weeks since I took any time for myself, much less had any time alone with my husband. He whispered to me just last night that he missed me right before we both drifted off to sleep. I knew what he meant. I lay there smiling, thinking of the warmth and strength of his arms, when suddenly I heard the front door; my husband had forgotten something? I couldn’t muster the strength to holler out to him, and figured he would stop in when he was finished doing whatever it was he was doing. I waited. After about ten minutes, I began to worry that the front door had blew open with the howling north winds. Either that, or an intruder was in the house. 

I forced myself out of the tub, donning my terry cloth bath robe. I’d had that robe forever, my husband having bought it for me back in 1998 at a ski resort in New Hampshire. It was during our after-Thanksgiving-vacation when we decided to go north to seek out snow, only to find it to be the warmest November on record there! We eventually did find snow up in the mountains, specifically near the Old Man on the Mountain range. I was sad to hear that that mountain face had collapsed a few years ago, and the Old Man was gone now. 

Walking into the living room, I saw the front door closed tightly. No husband. No nobody. The front door had jingle bells on it, the kind that horses wore on their harnesses and people hang at Christmastime. I hung them up the year I bought them and never took them down after reading an article about Feng Shui; bells on the door was supposed to clear negative energy and stimulate positive energy. Besides that, I just liked the way it sounded when the door opened and closed, and I KNEW I heard those bells while I lay in the tub. I looked around the room and noticed the lamp was on. Had I turned that on? No, I distinctly remember how dark the room was when I came through on my way to the bathroom. 

I padded down the hallway and peered into the bedroom; dark and chilly. I made my way to the kitchen and it was empty, as well. The strong smell of coffee that my husband had poured into his thermos still hung in the air. 

I was stumped. No one was here. I plodded back towards the bedroom. Might as well get dressed, I thought. As I passed the wood stove, I noticed the pan of water we always kept on top was empty, so I refilled it, adding a few drops of eucalyptus oil to the water. My grandmother had always kept a pan of water on her stove, and I always had one on mine, too. It helped keep some humidity in the house, and with this cold hanging on weather wise as well as health-wise, I could use all the help I could get. It also reminded me of Mamaw. The wood stove was the only heat source in the house, so I added another log to the fire and shut the door with a clang. I rose and turned towards the hallway, and that’s when I saw someone standing there... 

“Do you need eggs?” 

The room grew deathly cold. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. The shock of the apparition had me frozen to the spot. Now, I love watching those ghost shows on T.V., and I’ve been privy to Indian ceremonies where I have seen things that those ghost hunters chase with veracity, but I have NEVER seen a ghost in broad daylight hours, much less had one speak to me.

I instantly remembered a story my friend Bev told me one time after she’d spent the night. She awoke about four in the morning after hearing someone knock on the door. She’d said she heard me get up and answer the door to a woman asking if I needed eggs. It was a dark, cold and windy night. A wind warning had been issued, and it howled til we thought the whole house was coming down. Anyway, I invited the woman in, but she said she couldn’t stay, that there were neighbors waiting for her eggs. I asked if she were sure, she replied, “Yes, but thank you,” and then she left. We concluded then that the woman Bev had dreamt about was the original owner of this house, Mrs. Shelton. She and her husband Earl had built the place in 1904, and were the only people who had ever lived here, well, besides us, of course. 

I knew I was looking at the ghost of Mrs. Shelton, dressed in an old-lady housecoat, the kind patterned with tiny flowers and ivy tendrils, a light blue sweater, and a scarf on her head, tied under her chin. She was short and chubby, with a wrinkled, grandmotherly face, and she held a basket with a blue and white checkered cloth thrown over it. She was transparent white, the type of apparition I had seen many times before, but the details of her dress and other features were clear. The spirits I saw were usually shadows or this white transparent color, but none had ever actually spoken to me. 

Intrigued, I said, “Why yes, I do need eggs. Do you have some for sale?” 

She smiled, “Yes, child, right here. The biggest and best brown eggs you’ve ever seen! But they’re not for sale, I don’t sell my eggs.” She smiled. “I’ll just sit the basket down here.” She placed the basket on the coffee table, and floated toward the front door. “Thank you and your husband so much for taking care of this place. Earl and I just love visiting and seeing all the improvements.” With that, she disappeared through the front door. Yes, you read that right, THROUGH the front door. I stood there in shock, not able to move. The house was silent, with only the crackling of the fire in the wood stove and the incessant howl of the wind outside. 

Suddenly, I was choking and spitting, half drowned in the tub. I sat up and shivered; I had fallen asleep. Mrs. Shelton was only a dream. As the fog began to lift in my mind, I realized I had been in the bathtub for a long while. Disappointed, I pulled the plug and stepped from the now-cold water, dragged on the terrycloth robe and opened the bathroom door. 

I mumbled to myself how real the dream felt, as I walked to warm my bones by the wood stove. There, on the coffee table sat a basket with a blue and white checkered cloth draped over it. As I stood there staring at it, I knew it contained the biggest and best brown eggs I had ever seen.  
Monday, March 18, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

A Few Writing Guidelines

I am way behind on the books I should have already completed, but this past year has been a whirlwind that did not leave much time to write. I am home now, and have been for weeks, but still the words do not come.

While going through my Kindle and all the ebooks I have downloaded, I am revisiting a few that I hope will help me with my writing.

I have collected a good amount of writing books, and one in particular seems to have a good handle on the process of novel writing.

I was thrilled to read the following entries from the book "The 90 day Novel" by Alan Watt. Hope it helps you, too. 

  •  There are no rules. 
  • We cannot make a mistake. 
  • The story lives fully and completely within us.  
  • We are uniquely qualified to tell our story. 
  • This is a process of learning to trust our inner voice. It's not about being a good student. 
  • Our idea of the story is not the whole story. It's not that our ideas are wrong, but rather that through inquiry, a more fully realized story emerges. 
  • The desire to write is connected to the desire to evolve. Our fears are a way into our story.
  •  What our hero wants is connected to an idea of what it will give him. Example: "When I win the marathon I will gain respect." 
  • Story is about transformation. 
  • As writers, our job is to track the beats in a compelling and believable way that leads to a transformation. 
  • There is a dilemma for our hero at the heart of our story. This is where the tension lies. 
  • Character suggests plot. 
  • The thrill of creation must be its own reward. 
  • This process is like a developing Polaroid photo. Over time, through inquiry, our story comes into focus.

    Watt, Alan (2010-10-07). The 90-Day Novel: Unlock the story within (p. 28). The 90-Day Novel Press. Kindle Edition.

Check out his ebook and let me know how your writing is progressing, or techniques you use when you write!

Til next time,


Wednesday, March 13, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Oh No, You Don't Want to Edit Yourself!

In the grand scheme of writing, editing is THE MOST important aspect; having an editor is by far your best asset. Even if what you write sucks, a good editor will tell you that, and hopefully she will also guide you along the way to a fabulous writing career, or at least make your book better.

Above all, DO NOT edit yourself, or even get a trusted friend or family member to do it for you. If you want to be taken seriously, take yourself seriously first.

Read on for more tips:
Wednesday, March 06, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Three Self- Published Author Mistakes

From my favorite book coach, Judy Cullins, come these tips that every self-published author MUST read!

While we can learn from our mistakes, we don’t have to. In life, we don’t know what we don’t know, and most authors do not know the book business in order to make their books attract a strong fan club and sell well. If an author just writes without a strategy, without professional help at the beginning instead of an edit at the very end, she’ll miss out on getting fan help and the sales she really expects.
It’s such a disappointment to go to all that work and then not make more than 150 sales.

Take this Reality Check and Avoid These 3 Mistakes

Mistake 1. You don’t know your book’s “9 hot selling points.”

Before you write your book, your blog, your website, your higher cost home study courses, and your trainings.
Pre-marketing strategies (9 Hot-Selling Points) make your book financially successful the minute you publish. This part of your book almost guarantees your book sales. Authors need to know them and write them before they write the book.

They include your…

  • book title
  • book thesis
  • preferred audience
  • testimonials
  • and 5-10 benefits of your book or other products or services
For every book and email promotion to your subscribers and fans, you need to include 5-7 benefit statements. Not just two words, like “save money, “, but start with a command verb such as “discover,” “see,” or “feel.” Engage your readers and give them enough information that they’ll want to buy your book. Give them reasons to buy – much more powerful than features such – tips, stories, # of pages, and quotes.

Mistake 2. You don’t know your primary audience before your write your book.

Most book coaching clients come with a laundry list of all their interests and projects. My job is to get them to let go on the non money makers and focus on what will bring them the fans and sales they deserve. Even when a client swears he is committed, you’d be surprised at the stories I hear so they won’t have to move forward, finish, and make money. With gentle persuasions, they see the “light” and trust that a 25-year book coach knows. What makes a great book and what strategies one needs to market it and create themselves as a leader in their field – even with big competition.
One recent client said in meeting one, “But I have a lot of different audiences, not just one!”
Yes, and you need to focus on one at a time, the best primary audience, and after you establish sales with this one, you create marketing for the other groups. Most authors don’t realize that it’s the kiss of death when you write a general book aimed at several audiences. They won’t appreciate it because they don’t think you really care about them individually. That was tough even with the Chicken Soup series. Their specific titles sold better than the original one over the years.
My advice, “Write a Series of Short Books aimed at one audience per book.”
The short ebook is the answer! You can now write an ebook for each audience and sell a lot more books this way too. Write a series of them and blog about each one – giving useful information in both the book and the blog. The ebook and the blog are a marriage made in heaven. Each markets the other.

Mistake 3. You didn’t do a reality check on your book before you wrote it.

You have an idea you love, you start writing what you know, maybe an outline.
Yes, have fun writing, yet…
Think what do my readers want? Do they have concerns, challenges, or problems about a topic? Yes, like me, you know too much about your topic and your writing shows it. You tell; you lecture; you report. Your audience just wants answers and solutions to their problems!
If you don’t consider your audience’s wants, your chapters will be dull, ordinary, and not engage them. The consequence of this is that they won’t finish your chapters. If they don’t finish your chapters, they won’t become your 24/7 fans and sales team. Remember, you also want strong testimonials and reviews for your book. Word of mouth still accounts for a lot for a book’s success.

Judy's column can be found here: JUDY CULLINS
Tuesday, March 05, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Is Loving Yourself the Real Answer to Happiness?

We are all on the never-ending quest for acceptance...that love that threatens to consume us when a love affair ends...or the unrequited love that makes a stalker out of an ordinary person. Oh! To have that love returned! To be filled with it and consumed by have that special someone look into your eyes deeply, look at us as though they could eat us for lunch!

Every one of us wants that. Right?

We are all on that quest....and when we think we've found it, we revel in it, and wallow ourselves in that newness of it...that all-consuming passion that channels through the two of you until it threatens to overtake your very breath. Do you want that? Love, devotion, feeling, passion, we really want that?

Or do we want someone to love us like we wish we could? Are you capable of unconditional love? Are the things you want out of your relationship simple? Do you want too much? Are you high maintenance or do you just require the simple things?  These are certainly questions worth asking yourself, don't you think?

I am a simple person myself; just love me and show me that you do. I think I speak for most women when I say that a little goes a long way. Show up at the door after a long day at work and have a single flower that you picked yourself, just for me. One you picked from the side of the road, for all I care. Take me in your arms and kiss me hello with passion, like you missed me, then watch me drop to my knees to say thank you in ways you only dreamed about. It really is that simple. Am I wrong here? Ladies, feel free to chime in anytime.

Are you willing to give up everything for that lover who is the end all/be all for you? Will you actively look for that passion if it lacks in your relationship? Are you still longing for that feeling that has gone away or was never there to start with?

All in all, if we chose to live our lives with someone forever, and if the love is dying, we must do all we can to save it. My mother wrote me a note one time that I still have to this day. She told me "your marriage is like a diamond...keep it shined and never let it rust...." That's what I do. And if I have to say the same things to him over and over again to remind him of what I need, so be it. Those who love our relationship take heed: It takes WORK to have what we have. If you have it, polish it, never let it rust. After all, diamonds are a girl's best friend <3

Lynny Prince writes literary fiction and is a published author and poet. 
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Friday, February 15, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

FREE download - Get yours today!

My Valentine promotion is going well; over 3000 downloads in 24 hrs! This is exciting because it helps my sales rank, and I also hope to pick up a few more reviews this way! Here is the link to the download page:
Free Scattered Leaves: The Legend of Ghostkiller eBook

This free download goes on until Monday, Feb. 18, 2013, so if you are looking for a good weekend read, give it a shot. If you have friends who might like a Native American, paranormal adventure, give them the link. The point is to SHARE THE LOVE! We all like free entertainment, and it is my pleasure to offer this ebook to those who wish to read it.

Enjoy, and please shoot me a line if you downloaded this and tell me what you think!

Til next time, have a great weekend!

 Lynny Prince

Wednesday, January 30, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

Homemade Laundry Soap and Other Musings!

Hello friends! I am going a bit off topic of my regular blog to bring you my adventures in soap making. Lots of people are asking how I made my own laundry soap and fabric softener, so I am posting it here for all to see. It was quite an experience and took a couple of hours, but when I think of all the money I will save, I think it's well worth the time put into it. (which really isn't that long.)

So, as I stated on my FB page yesterday. I made my own homemade laundry detergent and fabric softener. Yes, in between everything else I have going on, I did manage to find time to do this! I am tired of overpriced laundry soap and wanted to give this a whirl. It is nice to know exactly what is in the stuff I am washing our clothes in, and who needs all the chemicals anyway?

Before I begin, it is important to note that you need to do this on a warm day so you can open the windows. You also need to be aware that its a good idea to pour the powder into your container outside in fresh air. If not, I recommend a face mask for sure! I was lucky enough to enjoy unseasonably mild weather in my town yesterday, so I had the windows open and was out on the porch when pouring the powders into my container.

With all that in mind, here's how I did it:

1. I purchased 2 bars of Fels Naptha soap, a box of 20 Mule Team Borax, a box of Arm and Hammer Washing Soda, a half gallon of distilled white vinegar and a 22 oz. bottle of Suave lilac hair conditioner.

I didn't take pics of everything I purchased, but everyone knows what the products look like, I think, and it is all found in the laundry isle. I found the stuff for the laundry detergent right together on the same shelf, in fact, all at Walmart!

First step is taking the Fels Naptha and cutting it into 3 equal pieces:

Put one piece into a paper bowl, and microwave on high for one minute, NO LONGER OR IT WILL BURN! If your microwave sits above your stove, turn on the exhaust. Open windows in the kitchen, too. The soap does not have an unpleasant smell, just a strong one. I nuked my soap one piece at a time.

When it comes out of the microwave, it will look like this:

Let this "blob" cool for at least 15 to 20 minutes. It is quite hot and you will be putting this in a big ziplock bag, so you don't want to melt it!

Next step is putting it in that ziplock and squeeze all the air out of it. Begin to "squish" it so that it crumbles inside the bag. I got it to crumble so far, and then I took a glass with a flat bottom to continue smashing it down into a powder.
<------This is just about done here. I gave it a few more smashes just for good measure. It's quite easy to work with once it cools down.

Once I was done with that, I started to transfer it into my container. I just used an old pitcher type of jug I had gotten from the Dollar General Store a few years ago. I worked great.

At this time, I also went ahead and measured out the washing soda and Borax, 2 cups each. I took them onto the porch and poured them into my container, then stirred it all up with a wooden spoon, alternating as I poured so it would mix evenly.  I read where others put it all in a garbage bag and mix it that way. However you do it, mix it well, and do it outside or with a mask on.

That's it for the laundry detergent. You only use two tablespoons per load. It's working great so far!
The clothes look clean and smell fresh.

For the fabric softener, you use two cups each of the distilled white vinegar and the hair conditioner. Add to that 6 cups of hot water. Mix well, but don't shake too hard or it will suds up a lot. I used an empty Gain detergent bottle to put my fabric softener in, not the bottle in this picture. It didn't work out well in the bottle pictured, and is much easier to shake in the Gain bottle.
I use two Gain capfuls per load, but it does not leave much of a smell. It is pleasant, not strong. I will say that our clothes are very soft, more soft than they have ever been, probably because the vinegar is helping with our hard water.

All in all, we are happy with the homemade versions I created. The clothes are clean and come out smelling fresh, not perfum-y. Other blogs I have read on this subject say you can add a few drops of essential oils into the fabric softener and I do plan to do that, too, just don't have any at the moment. I think I will try sandlewood or lemon. Will keep you posted!

If you have any questions about this, please write me on my FB page or through my website. 

Til next time, I wish you love, peace, and homemade detergent to get the frybread grease out of your clothes!! LOL

Tuesday, January 15, 2013 | By: Lynny Prince

The Adventures of Author Lynny Prince!

I should probably change my blog name to "The Adventures of Author Lynny Prince" because that is my life in a nutshell. Every time I turn around, there is a new adventure around the bend!

Sorry I didn't update on the Dakota 38 ride; there was simply too much going on. Getting up before dawn, rounding up the horses, riding all day, eating and then a shower, didn't net anyone enough time to do more than collapse in the bed at the end of the day. I didn't ride everyday, but I participated everyday. Just being there was a joy. Prayer every morning and before meals, singing in the car with my sis in law, or just laying my head on my husband's chest every night, listening as his heart told the story of his day, and how much it meant to him to be there. It was all a fantastic journey I will never forget!

We are home now, and as busy as magpies in a cow pasture. We just finished the first flash mob/Idle No More event. There are more planned and I will post them on my FB pages when the time comes. I am writing like mad, trying to tie up loose ends for the release of my mothers' book, After the Glitter Fades: Wartime Poems and Other Musings. So excited about that!

Today, I want to elaborate a little bit more on the dream I had about Johnny Depp. I posted about this on my Facebook page, but there is more to the story and I wanted to share it here.

As some of you know, I had some tests run a couple of weeks ago. Due to some stomach issues, I had an endoscope to look at my stomach and see what was wrong. Aside from a bit of gastritis (inflammation) I am fine, however, I have had a sore throat ever since I woke up from the anesthesia. Yesterday, I finally broke down and went to the doctor. I have never had a sore throat for this long in my life! The sinus stuff I am dealing with was bothersome, too; headache, ears hurting etc., so, I went to my doctor. She didn't really see anything going on in my throat - that's when she told me something that hit me like a ton of bricks. "It is possible that they damaged your vocal cords during the procedure."

As many of you are aware, I am a singer. Singing, to me, is my escape, my one joy in life that I can express anytime, anywhere. No need to prove anything to anybody. No critiques like with my writings, no pressure, no competition to deal with, I just SING and it just HAPPENS and it's the best way for me to unwind and let go, and express my inner most emotions about EVERYTHING. I have been told I have a good voice - no, I have been told I have a GREAT voice, in fact! Not trying to sound conceded, just trying to drive home a point; if a doctor tells a singer that their vocal cords might be damaged, it is devastating news. I wasn't devastated because I really feel like this is a sinus issue, but the thought was in the back of my mind, "What if it's true?"

So, I prayed before I went to bed about things. I thanked the Creator for my good health and I prayed about the antibiotics that I started taking, and them being the answer to finally ridding me of this horrible sore throat I have. (I don't have tonsils, and it's not strep) I posted the dream on FB, as I said earlier, but I'll repeat it here in case you did not see the FB post:

I dreamed about Johny Depp last night. A long and lengthy dream, it was. Of course, the memory of it is fading in my waking hours, but in the dream, he asked me to sing to him and in doing so, convince him why he needed to be involved in Ghostkiller. We stared into each others eyes, and I never wavered, just stared at him and sang my song..... and he listened, intently, and then I began speaking to him about the story. He was amused, entertained and knowledgeable about it because he had already read the book. Then he said yes, he wanted to be involved. In my dream, this happened. Johnny, if you're out there, the cosmos has spoken!!!

This dream, to me, was the spirits' way of letting me know all is well with my voice. For those who follow this blog and know about the Ghostkiller Movie already, you know the struggles I have faced with the film. You know the struggles I have faced as an author, too. So to me, this dream just let's me know that my voice is going to fine, because I will be singing for Johnny Depp someday soon, and when I do, he will say yes to anything I want LOL J/K!!! Seriously, there is messages in dreams, and I believe I am going to be a-okay in no time.

Soon, I will have news to share about the second book in the Ghostkiller Trilogy, as well as other things going on. Keep on praying that things go well; this movie is on a roll! 

So, til next time, I wish you love, peace and frybread grease!