Monday, July 16, 2007

Your Worst Nightmare - Poetry by Sam

The average-ness of Me

The worst I can imagine–

The bottom of the well–

My hope’s reverse condition–

My living, earthbound Hell.

Imagine what a horror–

Imagine how it maims–

When one is found less wonderful,

Than one has always claimed.


The nightmare of my consciousness–

The horror of my dreams–

To think I was superior–

The majesty that gleams.

And then to see one cloudy day–

Debris like leaves of tea–

The tragic truth that stains my life,

The average-ness of me.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Tweener in the House....shhhhhh!

Pssst! Hey, it's me, Astra. Sam doesn't know I'm here but I wanted to join the fun too. This blogging thing is a bit medieval actually, but Sam seems to enjoy it so I thought I'd give it a try. I don't have much time though. I'm currently in the process of saving the world...again, Emo's giving me all kinds of trouble, Dialle...well...Dialle is yummy but he's bad, bad, bad for me. Not that I wouldn't like to be bad for just a little bit if you know what I mean. har!

Anyway, I digress. I actually have a purpose for being here. I need your help with Sam. You see, I just heard that, in 'Tween a Devil and His Hard Place, she's planning on writing me into a scene with LOTS of rats. Now you know how I feel about rats...well actually you might not know just yet, 'Tween Heaven and Hell won't be released for 2 more weeks (Crashin'!) but let me just tell you I HATE rats. They're dirty, disgusting things and they always glare at me with their beady red eyes and spit at me. The thing is this, I'm thinking if I can give Sam an alternate ending to the dreaded rat scene maybe she would rethink writing it. What I need from you is help figuring out the new ending.

What? Oh shit! Wait a minute...

What is it, Myra? No, I'm not interested in going before the Council right now. No...I'm busy...huh? Well He'll just have to wait. I don't give a rats....oops....I don't care if he's the big HIM. Don't even think about trying to transport me against my will. Yeah...that's what I thought...damnable Angel.

Anyway, sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. I need your help. Here's what I'm gonna do, I'll give you the set up on the scene, then I need you to give me an alternate ending. You can send it to astra@samcheever.com and I'll pick the best one and give you something. I'm not sure what...hmmmm. How about a free copy of the book when it comes out? I'm pretty sure I can talk Sam into that.

Okay, here we go...

*****

I touched down in Angel City Cemetery and emerged from the Viper, looking around. This is such a cliche Dialle, you know that right?

I am aware of a certain Vampire in the cemetery aura to the location, but I didn’t want to take him back to the court until my father cools down, and Demonica was out of the question for this.

Which crypt are you in?

Diablo. It has a very large Angel on the door. From what I know of the Diablo clan that’s a sacrilege in itself.

I quickly found the Diablo crypt and pulled the heavy door outward. Of course it creaked like a bad horror movie set. Cobwebs hung in tatters down both sides of the door, giving evidence to the recent passage of several bodies through the door.

It was dim in the crypt and had an earthy smell, overlaid with mold. I squinted toward the back of the small building but saw nothing except stone shelves with skeletons on them. “Dialle?”

Below the earth, Astra.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I don’t think that I am, no. There are caverns below this crypt. My people have used them for centuries to move about the city.

I noticed for the first time that there was a slight glow at the back of the crypt down toward the floor and started moving toward it. I stepped carefully through the cluttered space, praying that the cracking noise I was hearing under my soft leather boots was not somebody’s delicate finger bones.

I realized as I reached the back wall that there was an opening in the floor and a ladder connected the dirt floor of the crypt to a seemingly borderless cavern below. The light in the space below the crypt was only bright enough to illuminate the floor at the bottom of the ladder.

I peered carefully into the hole and thought I saw movement. I narrowed my eyes and looked for any auras that might be present on the cavern floor. Sure enough, several small, insidious looking shapes with scarlet auras scurried across the dimly lit space at the bottom of the ladder. My heart rate sped up and I started to pant.

Rats!

Dialle's voice in my head sounded confused, What is the matter, Astra?

Frunkin' damn rats that's what's the matter! I didn't even know my voice could shriek like that in a mental communication. I cannot come down there, Dialle!

There was a significant pause and then Dialle broke the silence with a suspiciously wobbly voice, Are you telling me the feisty, terrifying, devil conquering, demon vaporizing Tweener is afraid of a few scruffy, oversized bugs with long hairless tails?

I shuddered, clinging to the top rung of the ladder as I watched the horror inducing scurrying type activity on the floor below. That's what I'm telling you Dialle.

The stinkin' damn creature actually laughed at me. I tensed with indignation but still I couldn't make myself go down that ladder.

Stop toying with me, Astra and come down here.


No.

Astra! Just like that his voice changed from amused to scary. This demon knows something about Alcott's plans and we need to get it out of him before the fool starts a war. We don't have time for your phobias!

I have time for my phobias!


Astra. The warning note in his deep, husky voice was unmistakable.

I threw a mental pout at him. But I knew he was right. Sighing, I started down the ladder, keeping a stern eye on the slathering beasts below me. As I descended into the murky light of the cavern below I pulled my power forward...

*****

Okay people, here's the deal, you can't just make the rats disappear, Sam wants me to face some kind of danger at the bottom of that ladder. So you'll have to get creative. And remember, I'm counting on you....

Oh shit! Here comes Sam. I'm outa here.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Review of 'Tween

EM Sky of www.mindunbound.com, a speculative fiction website, has
given 'Tween Heaven and Hell a great review in her July online
newsletter. Excerpt below:

Sam Cheever's 'Tween Heaven and Hell is a wild and fun read, easily
spanning the entire speculative fiction gamut, from science fiction to
fantasy to a little light horror, with plenty of good laughs and some
sex thrown in to boot. Think of it as an amusement park ride through
the realms of darkness.

Read the whole review at:
http://www.mindunbound.com/newsletters/2007_july.html

A Day in the Life of Sam

Okay, for those of you who think you have busy lives...I just wanted to share my day, yesterday, with you. First of all, a little background info.

I have 1 husband, 2 daughters, 9 dogs, 4 horses, and 2 cats. And every last one of them needs me to be involved with every blasted thing they do. Here's how my 4th of July went:

I got up at 5:00 am, made coffee, did some writing, caught up on my emails, checked the loops, and commented on topics of discussion that interested me.

Then I went out to the barn, fed the horses and cats, and did my barn chores.

When I came back into the house, the DH wanted to run errands and have breakfast out so we headed into town. On the way back home my oldest daughter called the DH's cell phone.

Horror of horrors, the whirling dervish was awake.

I got home and she wanted to go ride the horses. I rode 2 horses, tidied up the barn again, and came into the house to shower. As I came in the door the DH screamed out, "let's go have lunch, I'm starving."

So I do the best I can to make myself presentable without showering and off we go to have lunch.

I return home just in time to leave again with the 2 girls to go to the grocery. We buy food for our 4th of July BBQ and return home, where I spend an hour marinating, chopping, mixing, and boiling to prep for the evening's meal.

Then...off to tennis.

We play tennis in the broiling hot sun for an hour and a half and then head home. At this point I grab 5 minutes to myself, flaked out on the floor in the living room, covered by dogs (literally) and then the whirling dervish and her spinning sidekick inform me that it's time for Backside, of the Biggest Loser workout set, Frontside and Backside fame. If you've never done these workouts, think paramilitary training with some sadomasochism thrown in for good measure.

Half an hour later I drag myself up the stairs, sweating profusely and shaking, and learn that the DH feels a burning need to spend time with me. But at least I finally get to shower.

After my shower I pull dinner together; consisting of marinated, grilled chicken breasts, succulent BBQed ribs (yum!), baked beans, potato salad, and corn on the cob; and we eat.

Post dinner activity involves watching a movie together for two hours.

Then, finally, I get to flop into bed with a great book. (Janet Evanovich's latest, Lean, Mean, Thirteen).

I find I can only read about 15 minutes before my poor, weary body drops into sleep at about 9:30 pm.

Now, lest you think this was a unique day for me. Let me just say that most weekends, when the dervish and her spinning sidekick are home, are similarly frantic and exhausting.

Though I love my life and wouldn't change it for the world, it is exhausting at times. I always wonder if my life is unique in this way. Let me know if your life is similar. I'd love to hear.

Cheers!