Don't let me fool you--I really do care what people think. Probably a lot more than I should.
I believe it goes hand-in-hand with my near paralyzing fear or failure, this worry that I might disappoint someone I care about, or someone I just met... or even a total stranger that I happen to make eye-contact with at the grocery store. Disappointment means failure and I'd rather eat glass than fail at anything, which makes my life as a writer challenging, to say the least.
When I see or hear someone post or say good things about my writing, I get giddy with success. I do my happy dance and grin like a simpleton. I twirl on mountaintops. I burst into song... of course all of this happens in my head. On the outside, I might shrug and say, "that's pretty cool." Which prompts people to think I'm either a) an emotionless cyborg, b) insane, or c) jaded beyond salvation.
None of which is true (I mean, option B is always up for debate...). I think, along with my failure phobia, I've developed this belief that if I celebrate my own success, I:
1) will jinx myself.
2) will look like a pretentious asshat. (because in my mind, this is what a pretentious asshat looks like)
3) will have farther to fall when I am inevitably shoved off the Cliffs of Success by my arch nemesis, Failure. That's Failure, on the right.
The sad thing is that I've had some pretty cool reviews. Great reviews. Reviews that if I were not me, would make me want to read the book I actually wrote. I should be sharing them, right? That's not douchy or pretentious, is it? I'm allowed to celebrate, aren't I? I can toot my own horn without fear of invoking the wrath of Failure and to prove it, I'm gonna start tooting...
This is a great review I received today from Blood Rose Books:
http://j9books.blogspot.com/2013/03/maegan-beaumont-carved-in-darkness.html?spref=fb
This is another from Mallory Heart Review:
http://archiestandwoodsreviewsandwritings.blogspot.com/2013/02/carved-in-darkness-by-maegan.html
This is another by Julie Beckett's Wicked Little Imp Review bog:
http://mildlysane1.blogspot.com/2013/02/carved-in-darkness-by-maegan-beaumont.html?showComment=1364323220682#c1412246246590121895
UPDATE:
Last, but certainly not least, I received this review today by Cath on her wonderful blog, My Book Chatter Blog:
http://mybookchatterchat.blogspot.com/2013/04/book-review-carved-in-darkness-by.html
I am BLOWN AWAY by the level of support CARVED has garnered and am so giddy I might actually do my happy dance for reals! :)
I might have missed one or two but I want to thank these fantastic bloggers who took the time to read and blog about my novel, for nothing else but their own love of good books. I don't know who you guys (or gals) are but I owe you big! If you head over to their site to read their reviews of CARVED IN DARKNESS, stay awhile. Read what they have to say about other books as well. You won't be sorry.
my buy link:
http://www.amazon.com/Carved-Darkness-Maegan-Beaumont/dp/0738736899/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1364323833&sr=8-1&keywords=carved+in+darkness
official release: May 8th, 2013.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go hide under my desk until then...
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Review: The Rapist
Truman Pinter is a sociopath.
Like all sociopaths, he sees himself as better—elevated in
every way. Removed and above those of us he sees as less. Less cultured. Less intelligent.
Less aware. Less significant. Less… human.
We are but bothersome insects to Truman. Base, vulgar creatures
who roam and rut our way through life without thought or care for things that truly
matter.
Truman Pinter is a Rapist.
This is a fact he never disputes… in fact he admits it almost
proudly. To police. To himself. To us. He infects us with his perverse
perceptions and false logic. He makes us question the very things we base our
own humanity on. He peels back the curtain and whispers, “there… see, you feel it too. You are no better than I.”
Truman Pinter is going to pay for his perceived crimes
against humanity.
Or is he?
It’s hard to pin down, Les Edgerton’s latest novel, The Rapist. Is it considered a classic noir
tale of a damaged man’s twisted path of self-destruction? Maybe it’s a gritty crime
novel that chronicles an evil sociopath’s final hours… perhaps it’s a highbrowed work of
literary fiction fraught with existential yearning.
The answer is yes. The
Rapist is all of those things… and much, much more.
The Rapist is a
dirty window used to peer into the blackest of hearts and the most vile of
souls. A window that can never be wiped clean enough to make us want to press
our faces against it… but we do so anyway, all the while feeling as if the black
of Truman Pinter’s heart has tainted us forever.
It is a murky kaleidoscope of appalling shapes and unspeakable
colors. Just when you think you’ve figured it out, just when you think you
finally understand the vision Edgerton has set in front of us, it tumbles away,
giving us another look from an entirely different perspective. A perspective we are not wholly comfortable with. One we reject, even as we unwillingly understand it.
The final result is Les Edgerton’s tour de force. A
masterfully raw, brilliantly unabashed study into the heart and mind of the most
cold-blooded sociopath you’ll ever encounter, on the page or off.
check it out!:
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Book review: Off Season

So, blah, blah read this book
and it made him nauseous, poop his pant, loose his shit . . . etc - no one will
read the book - we thought you might be interested. LOL He says it's short but
potent. Ruthless in fact. love ya
Made him poop his pants… how could I not be interested in a book that actually induced bouts of
spontaneous defecation?
Needless to say, I was
intrigued.
I scurried over to Amazon
and paid the price of admission. Within minutes I was immersed in Ketchum’s
world… a woman running through the woods, being chased—no, herded—by feral cannibalistic children. Whipped and toyed with to
the point that she flings herself off a cliff and into the sea rather than face
the fate they had planned for her.
We cut to Carla, a young
single woman who rents a remote cabin in Maine for a month—a quiet place to
work (she’s an editor) but we also get the impression it’s a bit of an escape.
Carla’s personal life is complicated—a depressive, younger sister, a boyfriend
she doesn’t love… an ex-boyfriend she does. She invites them all up from New
York for the weekend; a quick getaway before she dives into work.
We meet an in-bred family—men and women and children—living in a cave
set into the sea cliffs above the Maine shoreline. This is a family of hunters.
They hunt people and they eat them.
Carla sees one of these men while waiting for her company to arrive.
He’s walking along a river that runs near the cabin and she waves to him. We
know almost instantly what fate awaits Carla and company and even though it
takes a while to get there, once the ball starts rolling, it doesn’t stop. It
keeps rolling, destroying everything and everyone in its path.
I won’t post spoilers
because that’s not my style but I will say this…
This book is brutal.
Viciously graphic. Unflinchingly grotesque. Unapologetically ruthless…and worth
every penny. In between recipes for man jerky (I swear it's in there) and how-tos for human barbecue, Ketchum gives us some wonderful prose and a story about a woman who finds herself thrust into an unspeakably heinous situation and how she finds a strength she never knew she possessed.
p.s. DO NOT read this
book if you are at all squeamish or sensitive to violence. I’m not kidding.
Don’t even think about it.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Top 10+1, Holy Crap, We're All Gonna Die! Movies of all time... According to me.
Okay... now that we're one week into 2013, I feel comfortable in saying that, we, the human race, made it through 2012... it's official, folks--we're living on borrowed time. To celebrate, I've compiled a list of my favorite end of the world movies... enjoy.

we see a group of activists unknowingly unleash a bunch of monkeys infected
with a genetically altered strain of human emotion called RAGE. Crazy, angry monkeys bite humans, turning them into crazy, angry people who then, bite other people. Interesting that in trying to dull the human experience, those asshats
actually messed stuff up even more...
Moral of the story: If it ain't broke--don't fix it.
2012... We all knew it was a big hoax, right? This movie portrayed a huge
cluster-F of natural disasters. Earthquakes. Fires. Super Storms. Tsunamis... John Cusack fights his way through it all to save his ex-wife and their two children from certain death. We come to find out that government knew this was going t happen all along and contracted the Chinese to build HUGE ships to ensure the survival of the species.
Moral of the story: The Mayans were wrong, bitches!
Armageddon gives us an asteroid the size of Texas, Bruce Willis and
a $300 plastic ice cream scoop. This movie was all about the cinematography (Michael Bay films are filled with stirring images of Americana) and the fact that Bruce Willis dies in order to save the world. I've seen this movie a hundred times and still cry like a baby when Liv Tyler finally realizes her father isn't coming home.
Moral of the story: Promises are made to be broken.
Children of Men gives us nearly 20 years of human infertility, a world on the brink of collapse and Clive Owen as the cynical escort to the only woman to become pregnant is over 18 years. This movie paints a bleak picture--police states, civil war and refugee camps. A disaffected government and a hopeless public fight each other for their own version of humanity.
Moral of the story: Whitney was right: Children really are the future.
The Day After Tomorrow... Dennis Quaid as a Climatologist
(is that even a real thing?) warns the government of an the catastrophic
effects of global warming and the resulting 2nd Ice Age cometh. Jake
Gyllenhaal plays his dutiful son who holes up in a New York city library
and burns books to wait it out. In a strange twist, the only habitable place in Northern America is Mexico and Americans bum rush the boarders much to the dismay of our Southern neighbors. We are granted asylum by the Mexican
government in return for the forgiveness of their country's debts to
the U.S..
Moral of the story: If you hold out long enough, eventually you
won't have to pay up.
Okay, okay... I know what you're thinking: Deep Impact and

are the same movie--but I have to admit that out of the two, I like
this one more. Why? Because it was more realistic, for one. I think
we all know that an asteroids cannot be drilled upon and nuked
by a bunch of Roughnecks. Deep Impact gave us the human
experience... and Morgan Freeman as president.
Moral of the story: When your mother hands you a baby
and tells you to run, don't argue--just do it. (See above).
I am Legend is one of those rare movies I actually like more than the
book... and I use the term "book" lightly here. It was more like a short
story and is was... well, it was boring. I did appreciate the fact that the
pandemic (Matheson never says for sure what it was, but the afflicted
sounded a lot like vampires to me) that sweeps across the
planet claims everyone but Neville... who is finally captured and
executed because he is trying to cure everyone. He in turn, has become
the threat and they kill him for being different. The movie moves along
the same lines, but Neville finds a cure and sacrifices himself to ensure
that it reaches the last outpost of civilization and in effect, saves
humanity. I like that Will Smith is half nutty in the movie and I cried
when he had to kill his dog... but I always cry when the dog buys it.
Moral of the story: Never trust a mannequin named Fred.
My favorite Mad Max movie is Thunder Dome (yes, it's because of Tina Turner) but the film that kicks off this franchise is a close second. Mad Max gives us a look at what will happen in Australia if the world ever runs out of oil. Crazed motorcycle gangs will rule the highways, raping and killing for fuel. Policemen will turn vigilante and kangaroos will become extinct (it must be true, because I didn't see any in the movie).
Moral of the story: Never piss off a guy named Max.
I loved this movie as a kid... that's the only reason it's here.
Night of the Comet is a campy B-flick about how the tail of a
comet passes over earth and turns everyone to dust... and those
who survive into flesh-eating zombies (like there's any other
kind...). Two sisters survive--each had inadvertently been
shielded from the effects of the comet by spending the night in
steel lined structures and are left to fend off said zombies,
and government clean-up and whack-a-doo scientists while
lamenting over the death of so many cute boys!
Moral of the story: When given the option, always opt for
MMA classes over piano--a round-house kick is so much more
helpful during the Apocalypse than knowing how to play Heart
and Soul.
Okay--confession time... this movie scared the absolute shit out of me . The Happening starts when a bunch of people start randomly killing themselves--and each other--for seemingly no reason at all. Mark Wahlberg uses the power of his third nipple (he has a 3rd nipple--you can see it clearly in the scene from Shooter where he's laid up in Kate Mara's house waiting for her to pull a couple of bullets out of his belly) to determine that the trees are trying to kill us. I looked this up and there is scientific evidence that supports the theory that trees can communicate with each other and that they are capable of releasing a nerve toxin that can make us all crazy if and when they decide to perceive us as a threat.
Moral of the story: Recycle.
This is one horrible, bleak, what's the point, we're all gonna die anyway movie. Early on, we see Mother give birth at home, aided by her husband, shortly after some cataclysmic event caused society to implode. Mother, driven crazy by despair commits suicide shortly after giving birth. Man takes Boy and hits the road... and is set upon by cannibals... and more cannibals... and more--well you get the picture. Man dies in the end and leaves Boy alone. Boy is found by Family who has been following Man and Boy for a while because they were worried about Boy and the fact that every time shit went sideways (which was every 5 minutes), Man's solution was to kill Boy and then himself, but could never seem to pull it off.
Moral of the story: Buy bullets in bulk.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Book Review
As a thriller writer myself, I'm always excited and interested to see how other female thriller writers do it... and Ms. Cain did not disappoint. I enjoy flawed, complex characters and we get those in spade with Archie Sheridan, Gretchen Lowell and Susan Ward.
We know from almost the beginning that Archie’s sick obsession with Gretchen stems from the way those ten days of torture warped his mind and from how Gretchen almost cultivated the raging case of Stockholm syndrome he suffers from—but that doesn’t make it any less fucked up. We meet Archie mid-swan dive into the abyss. He’s a pill popper who’s been left by his wife and kids to hit rock bottom alone. His wife doesn’t leave him because of the drugs—she leaves him because he’s obsessed with the woman that kidnapped and tortured him.
The only thing that matters to Archie more than Gretchen is stopping murderers. He comes out of retirement to stop a new serial killer that’s hunting young women in Portland and Susan Ward is the reporter that is assigned to cover the story.
Susan is just as messed up as Archie and as the story progresses, we begin to understand why. It’s fitting that it’s Gretchen herself that offers insight into what has caused Susan so much damage and in the end we see Archie make the choice between her and the family that’s left him.
I really liked this book and admire Cain for never flinching away from the tough stuff. Hard-core thriller writing is primarily a boys’ club—It’s encouraging to see a woman do it, and do it very, very well.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Book Review: and she was
Book Review
and she was
by: Alison Gaylin
So…
When I started writing for ‘real’
(with publication as my ultimate goal), I decided to make it a point to buy and
read authors that I’d never read (or even heard of) before. Maybe I was hoping
to bank some Karma points. Maybe I was curious to see what it took for a “no
name” author to get published. Probably both.
I bought and she was with the intention of reading it
and writing a review. In March, and I really wanted to like it. I mean, I really, really wanted to like this book. Besides, it got blurbs from Lee Child AND Harlan Coben—no brainer, right?
Not so much.
I stuggled, but I finally forced myself to finish it a few days
ago (I read roughly a dozen books in between… plus writing my own.) and
decided, to be fair, I’d give myself time to “digest” it. I’m glad I did.
First, the positive:
The cover.
It drew my eye and grabbed me instantly. My hat’s off to
whoever designed it. The use of color and styling is fantastic.
The writing.
Is fantastic! Gaylin knows how to turn a phrase. She left me,
again and again, in a state of writer’s envy. Her use of language was
interesting and thought-provoking. I found myself re-reading passages, not
because I didn’t understand them, but because I like the way they sounded—and because
I wished I had wrote them.
The premise is a
good one.
P.I. Brenna Spector suffers from a neurological disorder
that enables her to recall, in detail, everyday of her life. Spector, a
divorced mother, is often bogged down in the past, so entrenched in memories,
that living in the present is often impossible. Her disorder, triggered at a
young age by her teenage sister’s disappearance, is often in control. I liked
that while her disorder is often used to her advantage, Gaylin shows us how
debilitating it can be. Searching, first for a client’s wife, and then her
murderer when her client is accused of killing her, Spector becomes entangled
in the 10+ year-old case of a young girl who goes missing in the same town.
The characters are
vivid.
We see Spector in every aspect of her life. Private
investigator. Mother. Ex-wife—it’s all here. We feel her struggle to break free
of a past that never fades. We empathize with her as we watch her flounder as a
mother who has failed to completely connect to her daughter and as an ex-wife who
still loves her ex-husband, simply because she can’t forget how.
Spector’s assistant, Trent, is almost worth the price of
admission, all on his own. He presented the perfect foil for the almost rigid Spector—100%
Jersey Shore and funny as hell. Every time he made it on the page, I laughed
out loud.
The plot was solid
In my opinion, this is completely different than, “the plot
was great!” What this means, to me, is that there were no plot holes. It’s
obvious that the author took her time when plotting this novel, and she did it
well, but…
And this brings me to the not so positive:
The plot was slow.
and she was (this
is how it is laid out on the book cover—all lower case), is touted as “A novel
of suspense”… only, it wasn’t very suspenseful. Maybe this is because we only
got a few glimpses of the antagonist and incidentally, he was the least
fleshed-out of all the characters. Which made him kinda boring.
The antagonist is just as important as the protagonist—especially in the
suspense and thriller genres. Your antagonist (if he or she is a “bad guy”)
should be larger than life. Gaylin’s antagonist was a throw-away character that
seemed easily defeated, which really disappointed me.
What I bought was
not what I got.
I bought a book about murder, a missing girl and the protag’s
struggle to bring a killer to justice. While and she was had all these things, at the end of the day, that’s not the book I felt like I read. and she was had a political-thriller feel to me (nothing wrong with political
thrillers!) that I wasn’t looking for. Corrupted law-enforcement. Wealthy city officials
buying their way out of trouble… unfortunately, this slowed the read for me.
The ending was a
total rope-a-dope.
By this, I mean it came out of nowhere. Totally NOT where
the book (or the reader) was headed at all, which left me feeling a bit
cheated. Not that it didn’t make sense (because the plot WAS solid), just that when
it all came together, I was left saying, “Really?” And not in a good way.
All in all, and she
was, was a mixed bag for me. There were things I LOVED about the book, and
things I didn’t. If you’re into books that are more character-driven than
plot-driven, then this is a book for you. It might surprise you to know that if
Gaylin writes another Brenna Spector novel, I’ll be among the first in line to
plunk down my $8.50 for a chance to read it. I was that drawn to Gaylin's characters and use of language.
plot problem? writing question?
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