HallowRead 2017

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I’m very excited about tomorrow. I will be at HallowRead tomorrow in Ellicott City, which is very charming. I highly recommend day trips to Ellicott City in general.

I will be speaking on the “Coming of Age” panel at 1:15pm, if you are into that kind of thing. I will have tee shirts available for sale, and swag bags for reviewers.

Come by and say hi and, if ya like, buy a book!

Tickets are available for purchase here: http://hallowread.com/tickets/

Hope to see you there!

Red August Review by TomeTender

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“Grab a fan, because the teen hormones are raging, in full, intimate detail! Red August by H.L. Brooks is not your childhood fairytale come to life, but rather a contemporary version starring an older Red, caught between womanhood and childhood. Filled with wonderfully quirky and kind secondary characters, a feisty grandmother, an ancient feud, death, misunderstandings and a cameo appearance by the Woodsman, H.L. Brooks has taken May-December romances to an entirely new level…”

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WHERE TO BUY RED AUGUST

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Find our where you can order Red August HERE

Raven Heights Radio – Red August Podcast Episode

It’s up!  It’s up!  Erica posted episode 48 of Raven Heights Radio podcast and I am the guest – talking about my book, Red August.

It was a nice thing to see pop up in my feed because frankly, Will and I have been working our asses off.  Glued to our seats, editing, editing, editing.  And then there is the spending money – on marketing materials, on webservers and domain names and advertising.  So to have this lovely chat with Erica posted was kind of rewarding.  It’s the little things.

We discuss Red August and some of the aspects of the story, such as the main character’s interests and what the story is about – kind of! – without giving too much away.  We also get off on a Star Wars and George Lucas tangent, so be prepared for that bit.  Erica does manage to get us back on track, tho.

http://ravenheightsradio.podbean.com/e/048-hl-brooks-presents-red-august-1437074649/

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One aspect that is discussed is the erotic and sexual element of the book.  At the time this was recorded, several weeks ago, I was still classifying it under the genre of Erotic Romance – but further research lead me to Sexy Romance and Fantasy Romance.  There are many different ideas about how to place a book in a genre, but some of them are a bit fuzzy.  Ultimately my book has too much non-sexual story to be considered erotica, even if it has some very sexy bits in it.  It was helpful for me to discuss that and as of just a couple of days ago I’ve officially switched to Sexy Fantasy Romance.  There is the possibility that some people will have suggestions for other genre classifications, but for now that’s what I’m sticking too.

One funny thing is that when I was reading up on the genre classifications, I was concerned about it being classified as erotica because I didn’t want to disappoint erotica fans by not delivering what they have come to expect.  It turns out that some people really don’t enjoy erotica and they will avoid anything within the genre.  So, I would have been hurting myself two different ways.  A sharp tweeter helped give me some insight about the differences, as well.  Jorie also has a review website if you’re interested:  http://jorielovesbookishblogs.com/

Thanks for stopping by and please go give the podcast a listen!  ❤

Inheritance

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Philyra rests next to the books on the table, where she isn’t supposed to be.

I’m a divorced woman who spent a majority of her 20 year relationship with her ex-husband at home with her children.  When my marriage came to an end I felt vulnerable, financially.  I felt broken, emotionally.  This is a story told over and over again by women.  It’s nothing new or shocking, even if some of the details are. It’s a story of betrayal and low self-esteem.  Of things happening I wished I could change, but later was glad they didn’t.  It’s nothing thousands of women don’t go through each year, some to a greater and lesser extent.  That fact used to make me feel like a stupid statistic.  Like I’d fallen into a foreseeable trap by my own foolishness.  I see it differently now.  Instead, I feel a part of something as though that shared pain brings me closer to a sisterhood.  It means I’m not alone.

I’ve always been a feminist and an advocate for women, in part because I have daughters and in part because of my own history as a victim of various types of abuses.  And despite feeling close to all women sometimes, at other times I feel the distance, too.  Yet, I’m not always aware of it when I’m feeling disconnected.  Probably because I can be introverted in long stretches.  I think I was feeling inside my own bubble when I picked up two books in a row that re-focused my feeling of being connected to women out there in the world.  Not just the ones alive today, but all those who have ever lived.  I feel my place in the universe, one planet among galaxies of women.  With my own gravity.  With my own landscape of barren deserts and rich ecosystems green with life and beauty.  I have my own orbit and satellites in orbit around me, as well.

It started off with checking out The Red Tent by Anita Diamant from the library on my Kindle.  You can read my Good Reads review of The Red Tent HERE.  By the time I finished that, I was lucky enough that Wild by Cheryl Strayed had become available to check out.  You can read my Good Reads review of Wild HERE.

Just a couple of days after I finished Wild I decided to order it and The Red Tent as gifts for my daughters.  Paper versions.  Objects they can hold in their hands and feel the paper under their fingertips as they flip each page.  A sort of prayer that connects them to all the things that make them sisters, not just with each other, but all other women.  And probably a memory years from now when I’m gone, of what has gone before them and what they want to do to affect what comes after them.  To remind them of their connection to this world.  And also, that they don’t need to fall apart when I die.

This is the most valuable inheritance I have for them.  I lay in bed last night imaging the letters I would write to my daughters to accompany these gifts.  Should I share valuable (to me) bits of advice?  Should I apologize for my shortcomings as a mother?  I composed until I fell asleep and woke up to sunbeams on the bed with my cat laying next to me.  And I thought about Dinah in Egypt and her first experiences with cats.  Coincidentally, my cat, Kali, is Egyptian and from a long line of sacred females, as well.

Kali the Abyssinian napping in the sunbeams on my bed.

Kali the Abyssinian napping in the sunbeams on my bed.

Rapunzel – A Deeper Look

My sweetie is working on a version of Rapunzel that is absolutely wonderful.

About five years ago I shot video of three short snippets of him reading excerpts from the story – which remains unfinished.  He has plenty of words and skill, he just needs more hours in the day to work on them.  He also edits my work and has a full time job that he often works ten to twelve hours at and requires writing all day.  Which, as you can guess, is draining.

There have been some small edits since I recorded these, so perhaps this summer if I can find a day he isn’t bent over a computer slaving away at the words, I will record some new video.

Visit his website at WilliamCHardy.com