Saturday, August 30, 2014

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Author Bio: 
Alicia Kobishop, who was born, raised, and currently resides in the greater Milwaukee, WI area, is a happily married mother of 2 young children. The Fine Line, a new adult contemporary romance, is her debut novel. 



The Fine Line official Blurb/Synopsis: 
High school senior Liv Evans has one rule: No attachments. She’s lost enough in her life and has vowed to do whatever it takes to make sure she never again feels the emptiness of losing someone she loves. Boys are a fun distraction, but a serious relationship is something she’d rather live without. Her determination for a future free of pain and heartbreak is put to the test when she meets–and quickly forms an unexpected bond–with Logan Tanner.

Logan has always been a free spirit, but ever since a life-changing event took place, which left him doubting the integrity of those who are closest to him, he’s taken that term to a whole new dangerous level. Learning the hard way that life is too short for worries or work–and that women can’t be trusted–Logan has exchanged steady work for street racing. When Liv walks into his world, everything he thought he knew about life and women is challenged.

In The Fine Line, Liv and Logan will discover if it’s possible for true love to have a future, or if history is destined to repeat itself.

Read exclusive EXCERPT below!

Excerpt:
Prologue
Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves.  I learned a long time ago that preserving one’s heart means keeping it protected.  Sheltered.  My heart is hidden deep within the secure layers of my soul, where it rests easy with the knowledge that nothing can penetrate its everlasting impervious shell.  

Twelve Years Ago 
Yelling.  Always yelling.  The hardwood floor in my bedroom chilled my toes as I slid out of my bed to see what was going on.  I wouldn’t dare leave my room, though.  I knew better.  As I tip-toed to the bright crack in the door, something crashed to pieces, and I squeezed Mama Bear tight. 
Is Mommy crying?
My hand found a place on the cool metal door knob as I peeked through the crack.  I brought Mama Bear up to my chin so she could see too.  Her soft, fuzzy fur tickled me.  Mommy sat on the floor with her back against the hallway wall, her head in her hands while Daddy stood tall above her.  Her shoulders lifted up and down as she wept. 
No, Mommy, don’t cry!
“I want a divorce,” she whispered.
What was a divorce?  Whatever it was, Daddy didn’t seem too happy about it.  He crouched down so that his eyes were across from hers.  Fisting her t-shirt, he yanked her close to him.  With the other hand, he pointed his finger at her, jabbing her as he spoke.  His voice stayed quiet, and I couldn’t hear what he said, but I knew it was something scary. 
The door knob made a noise as I accidentally let go of it, and both of their heads turned to look at me.  My eyes widened, and I gasped.  I ran back to bed as fast as I could, quickly covering myself in my blankie.  Oh no, I dropped Mama Bear!  My door creaked as it opened, and light came through the seams of my blankie.
“Olivia?” Daddy said softly.
I didn’t answer.  Mommy was always telling me to make smart choices.  I chose to stay perfectly still and not to breathe too loudly, but it wasn’t easy because my heart was pounding hard.  It was a smart choice, though, because after a few seconds, the door creaked closed. I was safe.  Mommy would be very proud of me.
I peered at the floor, searching for Mama Bear, but she was nowhere to be seen.  Daddy must’ve taken her.  Who’s gonna sleep with me?  I pulled my knees to my chest and held onto them tightly.  Mommy says I’m brave.  Brave girls don’t need silly toys.  Brave girls sleep by themselves. 

Eight Years Ago
It’s been a year since Dad told me I wouldn’t be able to spend time at his house anymore.  He said he was leaving to get a new start.  At first, his emails came daily and postcards came weekly, but I haven’t gotten either for at least a month.  Mom says he’s moved on, with his new wife and baby, and that it’s the best thing for all of us. 
I was glad to have Kevin.  He loved me and Mom.  Happiness didn’t even begin to describe how I felt when Mom told me he was moving in with us.  If he lived with us, it would mean I would get to see magic tricks and laugh at his stories every day. 
Mom told me about the accident last week.  Kevin had gotten hit by a drunk driver.  I knew something was wrong when she dropped the phone on the floor and began sobbing.  I had seen her cry before—but never like that. 
I stayed with Nana for five days after that call, and when I returned home, Mom took me into my room, sat me down on my bed, and broke the news.  The funeral service had been the prior day.  Mom thought it would be best if I didn’t attend because it would be too difficult for me.  I cried myself to sleep that night.  I couldn’t get the thought of Kevin, being buried deep in the ground, out of my mind. 
The next morning, I thought a lot about the way things work, and I figured out that nothing’s forever.  Nothing.  I had to be strong.  Brave.  I hated being sad.  I hated crying.  I vowed to find a way to make sure I never felt this horrendous feeling ever again.

Three Years Ago
I looked around our heated garage as Adam poured the amber liquid into our little glasses.   All the tool chests and auto supplies had been packed up and hauled out.  He filled his glass to the brim while mine was only filled a quarter of the way.  He said I couldn’t have a full glass because I was only fourteen. 
Hanging out with Adam came naturally.  It was easy.  He was much younger than Mom, but I was under the misguided impression that they were in love, regardless of his age. 
Normally, the whiskey we shared was in celebration of an accomplishment.  A new paint job, installing the new engine, fixing the interior.  I had spent most of my evenings and weekends for the last three years watching Adam restore his 1968 Pontiac GTO.  He bragged to people about how much I helped him, but really, I just watched him work and handed him tools as we talked. 
Today, we toasted goodbye.  It would be the last time I’d ever see him.  My throat burned as the liquor flowed down it, but I welcomed the feeling.  It reminded me of good times.
“I’m gonna miss you, Sweetie,” he said with tears in his eyes.  “I asked her to marry me, you know.  She said no.” 
Anger quickly flooded my system, washing away the heartbreak.  How could she say no?  It had taken me over two years to let my guard down around him.  Two years to break the vow that I had kept for so long and let myself feel again.  She was making him go away.  This was her fault.
I watched as Adam rolled his refurbished car down the driveway and out of my life.  Without thought, my body stormed into the house in search of my mother.  I found her staring blankly out the living room window. 
“How could you say no?” I screamed.
“Livie, what are you talking about?” 
“He told me, Mom!  He told me he asked you to marry him!” 
Her shoulders sunk as she let out a breath.  Her expression turned angry.  “Did he tell you he was seeing another woman?  Did he tell you that he asked me to marry him only after I found out?”
My heart stopped.  My mind barely comprehended what my mother had just told me.  It couldn’t be true.  Adam loved us.  With regret in her eyes, she rushed toward me with open arms. 
“No.”  I held out my hand.  “NO!”  Tears spilled out of my eyes as I ran to my bedroom, locked my door, and flopped belly down onto my bed, sobbing uncontrollably into my pillow.
Why does everyone I love have to leave? 
Never again.  I’m done.  This is the last time I will ever have this feeling.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

An Interview with Tyler Knott Gregson, Author of Chasers of the Light

So pleased to be able to share my interview with Tyler Knott Gregson today. It was a great opportunity for me after reading his book Chasers of the Light, which I completely love! I highly, highly encourage you to preorder this book because the words of Tyler Knott Gregson are something special you'll want to keep and share with loved ones. So read on and find out more about the author. 

The Brain Picking of Tyler Knott Gregson



Tyler Knott Gregson is a poet, author, professional photographer, and artist who lives in the mountains of Helena, Montana. When he is not writing, he operates his photography company, Treehouse Photography, with his talented partner, Sarah Linden.



Q: What is the last song played on whatever device you listen to music on?
   
A:  That Moon Song by my good friend Gregory Alan Isakov.


Q: Your poetry has a dedicated following, for most it’s because of the theme of love. Have you ever attempted to put your words to song?
    
A: I have, and I am actually working with a few different musicians on writing some songs collaboratively.  I love the idea of my words being paired with music, the whole thing excites me. 

Q: What is the best advice you’ve received as a writer?

A: I had a teacher in high school tell me that the secret to writing was to just keep writing.  All the time, always.  To never stop and never censor the flow of thoughts as they came to you.  To write and write and write and let the words come out, no matter how bad you think they are.  That eventually the right words will come.

Q: Cupcakes or cookies? Why?

A: Mafookies, and cafuffins.  I made those words up, but my rad business partner Sarah Linden makes these cookies from scratch that are giant and delicious and look like a cookie and a muffin had a baby.  They are ridiculous, and that's coming from someone who doesn't even much like sweets.

Q: I am in love with antique stores because of the experience they offer. I can visit the past; create the stories I write, and treasure hunt. Why were you in the antique store the day you discovered the infamous typewriter and wrote the first poem in the Typewriter Series?

A: Honestly, for the very same reasons you love them.  I've always been drawn to things from the past because I have always felt I was born at the wrong time.  I don't understand a lot of the trends that happen nowadays and I am kind of glad about that.  Antique stores feel like history and depth and stories I haven't heard yet.

Q: Most writers’ say after their book gets published, it no belongs to them. Because of the way you chose to share your poetry before publishing, do you feel the same way?

A: I write to get things out of me, because I absolutely must clear them from me.  Once they are out, I have no idea if they are good, bad, ugly, or anything else.  I feel as though the moment I'm done typing, it's done and gone and belongs to whomever wants to read it.

Q: Know any good knock knock jokes? Share please.

A: Knock Knock.
     Who’s there?
     Doctor.
     Doctor Who?

As a massive, obsessed, lifelong Doctor Who fan, it's kind of a "one and done" type deal with that joke.

Q: There are many writers who are told no a lot. What is one negative and positive thing that someone has said of your writing that you can share?

A: The most positive things I've heard of my writing honestly pertain more to the effect the writing had, and how I've been told by multiple people on multiple occasions that it saved their life.  That it pulled them from some darkness and showed them the light they forgot existed.  I don't feel worthy of that, but it means the world to me.

The negative things, and there are SO many, as I'm kind of hated by a large population of writers on Tumblr, always say that I'm one dimensional and only write Hallmark card type poetry.  I always find this amusing as the vast majority of what I write is about the pain of NOT having what you want, rather than the saccharine joy of actually having it.

Q: The simplicity of your poetry creates big beautiful emotions in your readers. Do you feel there is a key to simplicity in attempting to conjure up a reaction instead of drawn out words?

A: I have always thought it is infinitely more difficult to say a lot with a little, and so if it is achieved, the result is more impactful.  If you can stir someone's emotions with one sentence, just one, I think it feels much more like a punch to the guts of your heart, and sticks with you longer. 

Q: After Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series is out, some audiences will read your poetry for the first time. How do you hope they feel after experiencing your work?

A: I hope they feel like someone, somewhere, understands.  That the things they are feeling and wanting and needing and worrying of and aching for are bigger than them, and so they don't feel quite so alone.  I hope they are stirred to look for the little miracles hiding in silly mundane things.  I hope.

I sincerely thank you for your time Tyler, it means a lot to people to be able to experience who you are as an author and person. I hope you had a bit of fun here today. Are there any last thoughts or info you’d like to share about Chasers of the Light?

I just want to thank each and every single "fan" for their support and for reading all this time.  I hate saying "fan" that's why I gave it unironic quotation marks, because I don't think I have fans, just rad people who appreciate poetry like I do.  Poetry is a dying art form in many ways, and they've given me so much inspiration that people everywhere don't want this to be true.  So, sincerely, Thank you.




All PREORDERS come with a signed book plate, plus for every copy preordered $1 will be donated to To Write Love On Her Arms, an important organization to Tyler Knott Gregson.

One day, while browsing an antique store in Helena, Montana, photographer Tyler Knott Gregson stumbled upon a vintage Remington typewriter for sale. Standing up and using a page from a broken book he was buying for $2, he typed a poem without thinking, without planning, and without the ability to revise anything.


He fell in love.

Three years and almost one thousand poems later, Tyler is now known as the creator of the Typewriter Series: a striking collection of poems typed onto found scraps of paper or created via blackout method. Chasers of the Light features some of his most insightful and beautifully worded pieces of work—poems that illuminate grand gestures and small glimpses, poems that celebrate the beauty of a life spent chasing the light.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Chasers of the Light: Poems from the Typewriter Series by Tyler Knott Gregson

Title: Chasers of the Light 
Author: Tyler Knott Gregson
Received by: Literary & Lifestyle Publicity

It all started with a simple invitation for a review. I found the inspiration for Tyler Knott Gregson’s poetry unique, a $2 typewriter discovered in an antique store. I myself have been visiting antique stores back when I called my husband my boyfriend and now together as a family with our children. So naturally I was curious, but never did I expect to be so affected by this talented author’s words. Each poem I read ignited a selection of memories from my own life. Gregson takes simple moments in life and electrifies them. Something as simple as telling someone you love them is played back in slow motion through words creating the incredible 
                                              moment it should be and is.

I couldn’t stop talking about this book with my husband. I even labeled my favorite passages, letting him know they were special because they reminded me of us, or there were specific poems I wanted to share with our children as they grow. While reading Chasers of The Light I found myself touching my heart, a lot. I felt happy, lucky, and most of all loved.
    
CLICK ON COVER FOR MORE AUTHOR INFO
CHECK BELOW FOR MY SONG PICK FOR THIS BOOK

Summary:

One day, while browsing an antique store in Helena, Montana, photographer Tyler Knott Gregson stumbled upon a vintage Remington typewriter for sale. Standing up and using a page from a broken book he was buying for $2, he typed a poem without thinking, without planning, and without the ability to revise anything.

He fell in love.

Three years and almost one thousand poems later, Tyler is now known as the creator of the Typewriter Series: a striking collection of poems typed onto found scraps of paper or created via blackout method. Chasers of the Light features some of his most insightful and beautifully worded pieces of work—poems that illuminate grand gestures and small glimpses, poems that celebrate the beauty of a life spent chasing the light.


I feel author Tyler Knott Gregson brings a high level of poetry to his readers. With his debut book he’ll give new readers a big fat welcoming hug from poetry. I myself get lost amongst the many selections of poetry and don’t read as much as I’d like, but after reading this book I want more. Which is what I feel Gregson is currently instilling in his many followers of his Typewriter Series. He takes personal and real moments and reminds people of what they have already experienced, or desire to experience.

While reading I realized I experienced the poetry I was reading, I felt special and thankful. The overall theme of Chasers of The Light is love; it’s never generic candy heart love either. It’s elegant and simple, but leaves a grand sensation behind. Readers may not experience what I felt, but I promise if you read this book you’ll reflect on your own life. It may not be on the scale I’m doing here, but you will definitely think. You might even find a poem you favor more, or want to immediately share it with someone special. Or best of all you’ll find yourself wanting to read more of Gregson’s work.

I enjoyed many of the poems in this book but the one that made me smile the biggest is the one pictured to the left. My first thought was of my young children. I immediately promised myself that I would share this poem with them when they faced their first big challenge in life. It’s beautiful, honest, and pretty magically encouraging. I’m sharing this poem because it’s the one that made me realize I’d be reading this book again, and again.



Chasers of the Light is set for released on September 2nd. It’s a great book to have in a book collection. Whether you decide to keep it for yourself or gift it to someone I encourage you to preorder this book. If you do decide to preorder, Tyler Knott Gregson will donate a share of the proceeds to To Write Love on HerArms charity. He will also include a signed bookplate with your purchase. As you can tell I’m passionate about this book and when I love a book I can’t shut up about it. Please read this book, especially if you’re new to poetry because it’s a great first introduction. After you finish Chasers of the Light be sure to look up more of Tyler’s work on his tumblr like so many others have.



About the author:
Tyler Knott Gregson is a poet, author, professional photographer, and artist who lives in the mountains of Helena, Montana. When he is not writing, he operates his photography company, Treehouse Photography, with his talented partner, Sarah Linden.

Be sure to check in next week for my interview with Tyler Knott Gregson.



Song Pick


I don't believe I have ever shared this song before, only because it's so personal to me. Reading Chasers of the Light had me reflecting on the love in my life. I thought of failures, successes and moments of awe. All of them have been with the ones I cherish most, my family. When I listen to this song alone I always cry during a certain verse. Chasers of the Light made me feel exactly the same way as this song. I think it's quite beautiful that words, though small and tiny sometimes, can be so powerful. I think we worry too much on what not to say and this book makes me remember what to say often, to the people I love.