Mardi Gras is Tuesday, March 4th, but the parades have already begun...
Preview my new video on Vine:
And in Venice the streets are filled with carnevale revelers in beautiful costumes and holiday masques. I love carnevale and it's always fun to pretend you're a princess...
In this second video in my "Princess" romance poem series, I take you to Venice with all the fun and excitement of carnevale. Who knows? Maybe you'll meet a prince and fall in love...
The Princess and the Carnival Masque from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.
I found some beautiful carnival photos from www.Dreamstime.com and the music is "The Snow Queen" by Kevin MacLeod (www.incompetech.com)
This wasn't an easy vid to put together. Lots of pix and FX to give it "motion." It tells the story of an ordinary girl who goes to carnival pretending to be something she's not...and what happens when she meets the man of her dreams.
Enjoy!
Jina
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Update on X-OPS!
Just a little update on my X-OPS Series!
Sent edits for HER LONE WOLF, Book Two in the Series, to my editor at Sourcebooks, and working hard on Book Three!
*hugs*
Paige
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Sent edits for HER LONE WOLF, Book Two in the Series, to my editor at Sourcebooks, and working hard on Book Three!
*hugs*
Paige
Hunky Heroes, Kickbutt Heroines, Unforgettable Romance!
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
You've Got to be Taught
This is a post I wrote a while back, but I decided today that it bears repeating. ~Cindy
You’ve got to be
taught
Before it’s too late,
Before you are six,
Or seven or eight,
To hate all the people
Your relatives hate.
You’ve got to be
carefully taught.
From South Pacific. Possibly the single finest piece of
wisdom to ever come from a Broadway musical.
Don’t know why I’m in such a snit today about prejudice, but there you
go. Oh wait. Might have something to do
with the political brouhaha currently happing here in the US and definitely in Russia. Bleh. Politics. Full of things
I get cranky about. Lying, self-agrandizing demagogs, and money. All of my
favorites. Frankly I don’t think any of ‘em are people I’d want to live next
door to. But if one moved in, I’d make
the time to find out before I built the ten-foot fence. That’s the whole point
of being a rational adult. Learning the facts before you make up your mind.
Of course, the political arena isn’t the only one where prejudice comes into play. Sad to say it’s alive and well, and in all varieties: racism, sexism,
religious intolerance, homophobia, and other such bullshit. I come from a very blue-collar suburban Detroit background. I’ve
seen first hand prejudice going both ways. I remember, though just barely, the
1967 race riots. I remember my brother being shot at in the 70’s for being a
non-union trucker. I’ve been the first female in a particular
job. I’ve faced enormous amounts of prejudice as a short, plus-sized woman. And
just to make it fun, I live in a town where the KKK is alive and well, and the
Michigan Militia (another group of supremacist nutjobs) keep all the bigots
very well armed. Anyway you look at it, it’s all just stupid.
As a parent, I try to get these messages through to my
kids. Mostly, I think they get it. My youngest did ask permission to miss a
class last year to attend the GLBT tolerance rally at his school. And I let him. Just because I happen to live
a very traditional lifestyle doesn’t mean I think everyone should. Everyone
should live the life that fucking works for them. As long as it’s not directly
harmful to others. Shooting people is harmful. Having a relationship with
another consenting adult, or even multiple consenting adults is not. Neither is
choosing to live alone. And neither is
practicing a religion—for the most part. Pray, chant, meditate, or contemplate
your navel and it’s all fine with me. I draw the line when religion crosses
over into abuse, as some of them sometimes do. Then I believe in freedom FROM
religion as well.
As a writer this comes into play because I try to make my
work reflect a variety of people and situations. Though most (yep—most, not
all) of my stories are about monogamous heterosexual couples, their worlds are
filled with folks of all shapes, colors, and persuasions. This is true even in
my steampunk. Despite the fact that homosexuality was illegal in England in the
1850s, that doesn’t mean gay people didn’t exist. Therefore, there are some in
the Gaslight Chronicles, loved and protected by their families or not. There
are people of different races and religions, and yes, I’ve gotten flak because
the women don’t always act like proper Victorian ladies should. Oh well, that’s
the PUNK in steampunk.
People are people. In any group, you have the good, the bad,
the clever and the ignorant. I find it
very odd that in a paranormal romance, where nobody thinks twice about whether
a vampire and a werewolf can find love, they can still argue about the melanin
content of someone’s skin, or what entity their parents prayed to. Fortunately, my publishers don’t, and I think
most of my readers are savvy enough to get past it as well. So I’ll continue on
my merry way, coming up with new and different characters as I go. And in real life, I’ll continue to encourage
my kids to look at people as people, instead of seeing just the labels.
After all, you’ve got to be carefully taught.
Friday, February 14, 2014
A Poem for the Not So Romantic at Heart
Yeah, yeah, I know I'm a romance writer and this should be my favorite holiday, but since I can't get a date to save my life, this one's for all of us who um, shall I say, like to pretend it doesn't exist...
~ Casey Crow
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Valentine's Day Video Poem: "The Princess and the Stilettos"
Did you want to be a Princess when you were a little girl? I did. I dressed up in a blue taffeta dress with ruffles and used a rhinestone necklace my mother had for a crown. Then I smeared her bright red lipstick on my lips and wandered off into the woods to look for my prince.
A thick forest lay behind our house and it was the place for countess hours of fun and exploration for me when I was a little girl.
I bought photos from www.Dreamstime.com, found the perfect music from Kevin MacLeod www.incompetech.com and then put it all together with my voiceover:
Happy Valentine's Day!
Best,
Jina
UPDATE: Video for Virgin Kiss:
Virgin Kiss from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.
PS -- Click here for FREE copy of Virgin Kiss today, February 12th and through Sunday, February 16th:
VIRGIN KISS, A Very Short Story
Virgin Kiss is a very short story...funny and shows how a young woman becomes empowered to stand up for herself.
A thick forest lay behind our house and it was the place for countess hours of fun and exploration for me when I was a little girl.
Those memories inspired "The Princess and the Stilettos." It’s the story of how she found her prince and is told as a Valentine's Day video poem in rhyme with music and pictures.
© Konradbak | Dreamstime.com |
I bought photos from www.Dreamstime.com, found the perfect music from Kevin MacLeod www.incompetech.com and then put it all together with my voiceover:
Happy Valentine's Day!
Best,
Jina
UPDATE: Video for Virgin Kiss:
Virgin Kiss from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.
PS -- Click here for FREE copy of Virgin Kiss today, February 12th and through Sunday, February 16th:
VIRGIN KISS, A Very Short Story
Riley Murphy is a kissing virgin, waiting for the right guy to come along. Until she joins the Drama Club at Holywell High and has to kiss the class dweeb on stage in front of the whole school on Valentine’s Day.
Virgin Kiss is a very short story...funny and shows how a young woman becomes empowered to stand up for herself.
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