It's here today, people. Join me with Bitten by Books at http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=29699 and leave comments, ask questions, and learn more about the author of the last vampire thriller to debut in 2009, THE CAIN LETTERS!
Thanks so much!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The Bitten by Books Interview of the Century
It's coming tomorrow, folks! This is the promo for it. Look out for it! Spread the word.... You will learn about the premiere thriller THE CAIN LETTERS more than you'll ever know with my fabulous guest blog post! BE THERE!
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The Soapbox: First Edition
Time to get on it. This is also the start of a new segment here on Writing and Reading. It's called the "Soapbox".
It's where you get to hear me rant or rave or vent or monologue about something provocative and important in my mind and heart. I think it's important to read. At least to me. So here it goes....
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(While listening to Linkin Park's solemn track "Not Alone")
I can't find one soul here that won't say the world's really big. The fact is--theoretically, the world IS really big. Look at it, for God's sake. It takes somewhere around three days or four days to travel around the world by plane (that's a guess, though, might be less or more). A lot of land and water to cross. And anyone ever keep tabs on the number of human beings inhabiting this Earth? Shocking.
But I tell you the truth--this is the real fact--
The world isn't big at all. Maybe I'm the one soul who can say that in this world. Nope, the world's not big.
It's actually pretty small. Sometimes even smaller than a mustard seed.
Sure, it looks big. It feels big. And sometimes we're overwhelmed by it. And you probably think I'm absolutely nuts for making such a claim. "Dear, God, pecans and walnuts pouring out of his eyes and mouth!" I digress when I say that I happen to love nuts, but, moving on....
The reason why the world is so small (at least to me) is a rather small, seemingly insignificant reason. But the truth is it's probably the most important reason you'll ever know. It is this:
The world is simply one breath you take, reminding you you're alive. The world is the look of your newborn son or daughter for just one second. The world is the last breath your pet takes before he or she dies in your arms. The world is the one look you get from your future spouse, those beautiful eyes saying simply "I need you in my life". The world is just one friend, just ONE friend, who needs your help through life. The world is your gifts and talents, no matter how simple or somewhat useless they may be according to society. The world are your parents. Your grandparents. Your great-grandparents. Your ancestors. Your memories long gone, some long forgotten, but then soon remembered.
That's your world. Nothing else.
And when I say it's small, I don't mean it to sound insignificant either. I say small meaning "rare". "Priceless". "Hidden". "Secret". Sacred. Precious.
It's so small that it's easy to lose. It's easy to lose your world. It's easy to lose what's really important to you, people. They're really not that big.
That's why I say the world is small. Tiny. Because of that--you hold onto what matters in your life tight enough that you'll never drop it out of your hand. Remember that. Don't forget your world. Don't forget what matters. Or else you'll find everything you love, cherish, hold dear vanish in the sands.
Have a good night.
It's where you get to hear me rant or rave or vent or monologue about something provocative and important in my mind and heart. I think it's important to read. At least to me. So here it goes....
=================
(While listening to Linkin Park's solemn track "Not Alone")
I can't find one soul here that won't say the world's really big. The fact is--theoretically, the world IS really big. Look at it, for God's sake. It takes somewhere around three days or four days to travel around the world by plane (that's a guess, though, might be less or more). A lot of land and water to cross. And anyone ever keep tabs on the number of human beings inhabiting this Earth? Shocking.
But I tell you the truth--this is the real fact--
The world isn't big at all. Maybe I'm the one soul who can say that in this world. Nope, the world's not big.
It's actually pretty small. Sometimes even smaller than a mustard seed.
Sure, it looks big. It feels big. And sometimes we're overwhelmed by it. And you probably think I'm absolutely nuts for making such a claim. "Dear, God, pecans and walnuts pouring out of his eyes and mouth!" I digress when I say that I happen to love nuts, but, moving on....
The reason why the world is so small (at least to me) is a rather small, seemingly insignificant reason. But the truth is it's probably the most important reason you'll ever know. It is this:
The world is simply one breath you take, reminding you you're alive. The world is the look of your newborn son or daughter for just one second. The world is the last breath your pet takes before he or she dies in your arms. The world is the one look you get from your future spouse, those beautiful eyes saying simply "I need you in my life". The world is just one friend, just ONE friend, who needs your help through life. The world is your gifts and talents, no matter how simple or somewhat useless they may be according to society. The world are your parents. Your grandparents. Your great-grandparents. Your ancestors. Your memories long gone, some long forgotten, but then soon remembered.
That's your world. Nothing else.
And when I say it's small, I don't mean it to sound insignificant either. I say small meaning "rare". "Priceless". "Hidden". "Secret". Sacred. Precious.
It's so small that it's easy to lose. It's easy to lose your world. It's easy to lose what's really important to you, people. They're really not that big.
That's why I say the world is small. Tiny. Because of that--you hold onto what matters in your life tight enough that you'll never drop it out of your hand. Remember that. Don't forget your world. Don't forget what matters. Or else you'll find everything you love, cherish, hold dear vanish in the sands.
Have a good night.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Back From Vacation!
I have returned. Aragorn has returned. Actually, I'm not Aragorn. :-). Heh.
Needless to say, it was a vacation of a lifetime. I'm sad to have left, but glad to be back. Or glad to have left, but sad to be back. Or both configurations! Either way, welcome, readers. I love you all. Stay tuned for more delightful diction from yours truly dedicated and delivered in a way that can only be described by many, many D's. Delicious. And for your viewing pleasure, watch this tremendous thing from this pretty lady with big, white teeth. That's not all she has, by the way....
Chick Does 21 Different Accents - Watch more Funny Videos
Needless to say, it was a vacation of a lifetime. I'm sad to have left, but glad to be back. Or glad to have left, but sad to be back. Or both configurations! Either way, welcome, readers. I love you all. Stay tuned for more delightful diction from yours truly dedicated and delivered in a way that can only be described by many, many D's. Delicious. And for your viewing pleasure, watch this tremendous thing from this pretty lady with big, white teeth. That's not all she has, by the way....
Chick Does 21 Different Accents - Watch more Funny Videos
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Summer Vacation
Well, folks, this is a first for Pierre Roustan, urban fantasy and horror novelist: I'm going on vacation!
Ten magical days of adventure and wonder with three wild and crazy little girls and a stunningly beautiful, young, fresh, vivacious vixen of a woman I call my wife. I've been long overdue for this. This is what births inspiration in the heart and mind. This nourishes any writer. This reminds any of us how important it is to just live.
In these ten days, I'll try my best to stay updated on the blog as well as work a bit on the writing. But a last update for you to chew on: editing is going smoothly, and CHIMERA FALLS, the long-awaited sequel to the smash THE CAIN LETTERS, will leave you breathless.
How's that for an update?
CIAO, friends! I'll see you in ten days (possibly sooner).
Ten magical days of adventure and wonder with three wild and crazy little girls and a stunningly beautiful, young, fresh, vivacious vixen of a woman I call my wife. I've been long overdue for this. This is what births inspiration in the heart and mind. This nourishes any writer. This reminds any of us how important it is to just live.
In these ten days, I'll try my best to stay updated on the blog as well as work a bit on the writing. But a last update for you to chew on: editing is going smoothly, and CHIMERA FALLS, the long-awaited sequel to the smash THE CAIN LETTERS, will leave you breathless.
How's that for an update?
CIAO, friends! I'll see you in ten days (possibly sooner).
Friday, August 6, 2010
Enter: the Copywriter
Hello!
Welcome to an introduction to another part of the majesty that is me (yeah, right), and that is a look-see into my services as your copywriter. I had this on the blog over at Today.com, but alas, the link is dead now and must be revitalized. So here's the skinny on my services as a copywriter:
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I've done short and long form and under multiple formats, plus there's no product I can't do. Be it health care or entertainment, I'm the writer that gets the job done. my rate is extremely negotiable, but however averages around $50 per hour or simply a flat rate of $100 per project. And yet, my rate is so negotiable and my work so trustworthy that I've been known to provide services free of charge if the project doesn't hit home with the sales. You have my word.
Contact me for some samples (if you already haven't received any) at roustan@hotmail.com, or call me at 616-248-1509, for your prospective project, and let's get the job done! Thanks so much.
Sincerely,
Pierre Roustan
Welcome to an introduction to another part of the majesty that is me (yeah, right), and that is a look-see into my services as your copywriter. I had this on the blog over at Today.com, but alas, the link is dead now and must be revitalized. So here's the skinny on my services as a copywriter:
=======================================
I've done short and long form and under multiple formats, plus there's no product I can't do. Be it health care or entertainment, I'm the writer that gets the job done. my rate is extremely negotiable, but however averages around $50 per hour or simply a flat rate of $100 per project. And yet, my rate is so negotiable and my work so trustworthy that I've been known to provide services free of charge if the project doesn't hit home with the sales. You have my word.
Contact me for some samples (if you already haven't received any) at roustan@hotmail.com, or call me at 616-248-1509, for your prospective project, and let's get the job done! Thanks so much.
Sincerely,
Pierre Roustan
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Dedication!
Just a quick post here, exemplifying my utter dedication to the craft of writing and my deadlines and work as a novelist--
I have no air conditioning in the living room where my home office is located. I'm currently writing this in 80-degree weather outside. It's hot as hell. It's so hot that ahm scruing upp mah shpelling. My brain's turning into mush. I have a cold, wet towel over my head draping down to my arms, and it feels oh, so good. Try it, you'll like it. Only $9.99 with shipping and handling. You'll feel like a new author with your new biceps.
This is dedication, folks. Oooh, my sweat tastes like Gatorade. Quench your thirst.
I have no air conditioning in the living room where my home office is located. I'm currently writing this in 80-degree weather outside. It's hot as hell. It's so hot that ahm scruing upp mah shpelling. My brain's turning into mush. I have a cold, wet towel over my head draping down to my arms, and it feels oh, so good. Try it, you'll like it. Only $9.99 with shipping and handling. You'll feel like a new author with your new biceps.
This is dedication, folks. Oooh, my sweat tastes like Gatorade. Quench your thirst.
A Special Edition of "The Lounge"
Yes. It's back. This is the cream of my coffee, the core of my apple. This is that slight rustic aftertaste after eating a thyme-encrusted steak complete with your favorite fresh red wine.
It is called the Lounge. A segment of posts of my poetry.
For those who read my blog in the good ol' days back when I was with Today.com, you not only read the poems I posted on there, some of my own beloved works--but you also had the opportunity to hear me perform them through recording.
Well, since the Lounge has returned in full force, you'd expect to be able to hear this poem to start off the rebirth of one of my favorite segments on Writing and Reading. For now, no. It's not possible. For a couple reasons:
One, I'm still trying to figure out how to post recordings onto the blog, so bear with me on that. But this edition of the Lounge is absolutely necessary for one reason--
Which brings me to reason number Two: this special poem you're about to read happens to essentially be my written vows to my wife who I just married on August 1, 2010....
Everyone deserves to read these words. Because they're sacred to me. And everything sacred in my mouth has every right to be heard by those willing to hear. You who read means that much to me. So here are the same vows I spoke to my wife, the woman you see next to me. The beauty of my heart....
I feel I’ve spent longer trying to write my vows to you than writing one of my novels. I didn’t expect it to be so difficult; I think I know why: there aren’t a whole lot of words out there in the world that can sufficiently describe you and what you mean to me in my heart. It’s all simply indescribable. And overwhelming.
But I do believe I can keep trying until the day I die to express to you my eternal vows--every day, every moment. Starting now.
I now believe in second chances. When life’s a struggle, you always feel like you have only one hand to play--and if it loses, you’re off the table for good. Well, God apparently wasn’t having that. To Him, my game wasn’t over. I still had a chance in life. In love. And that chance is you. You’ve made my life spectacular.
Being broken and beaten, He lifted me up and commanded me to continue walking in His way. You were His hand and arm embracing me. His every breath was your every kiss. To save my life, you were His messenger; and your message was simple: I love you, always, without any condition, forever.
I promise you, more than anything--you can rest your heart in my hands. I will protect it for all my days. I will die for it. Because your heart is my own key to Heaven. My soul, I’ll always share with you. And only you. For through all your trials and troubles in your life, your courage to still look upon me with your Heavenly eyes and trust everything awards me as great a gift as I can possibly give to you--fellowship, body and soul, forever.
My every breath, heartbeat, serves to reveal the light that embodies you to God. Everything of you is a shining light--and I promise to never let it die. To never let it burn out.
I will always dedicate myself to making you smile, because it’s that smile that reminds me of how God felt when Jesus was born. I promise to always look into your eyes and be mesmerized--because in them is paradise. I promise to play with your silky, fiery, warm chestnut hair every chance I get; because it’s not every day a simple man like me gets to laugh and play with angels. And every strand of your beautiful hair is an angel of the highest radiance. And last, but certainly not least, I vow endlessly to be captivated by the essence of your mind. And to learn from it. For in your own life, you’ve actually lived a dozen unique lives, with lessons learned every time. From that alone is the greatest gift: wisdom. You have wisdom.
Please don’t be intimidated by the length and complexity of my wedding vows to you, given that I’m a novelist. For in all honesty, your mere presence speaks a lifetime to me. Your gaze gives me more God-given vows than even I can write. I can only measure up to the majesty that is you in the best way I know I can. And hope to God it’s enough. I love you. Lord, help me, I love you. Always. Thank you, God, for keeping me at the table. I promise I’ll play my hand well. Lord knows I’ve already won.
It is called the Lounge. A segment of posts of my poetry.
For those who read my blog in the good ol' days back when I was with Today.com, you not only read the poems I posted on there, some of my own beloved works--but you also had the opportunity to hear me perform them through recording.
Well, since the Lounge has returned in full force, you'd expect to be able to hear this poem to start off the rebirth of one of my favorite segments on Writing and Reading. For now, no. It's not possible. For a couple reasons:
One, I'm still trying to figure out how to post recordings onto the blog, so bear with me on that. But this edition of the Lounge is absolutely necessary for one reason--
Which brings me to reason number Two: this special poem you're about to read happens to essentially be my written vows to my wife who I just married on August 1, 2010....
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MY VOWS
But I do believe I can keep trying until the day I die to express to you my eternal vows--every day, every moment. Starting now.
I now believe in second chances. When life’s a struggle, you always feel like you have only one hand to play--and if it loses, you’re off the table for good. Well, God apparently wasn’t having that. To Him, my game wasn’t over. I still had a chance in life. In love. And that chance is you. You’ve made my life spectacular.
Being broken and beaten, He lifted me up and commanded me to continue walking in His way. You were His hand and arm embracing me. His every breath was your every kiss. To save my life, you were His messenger; and your message was simple: I love you, always, without any condition, forever.
I promise you, more than anything--you can rest your heart in my hands. I will protect it for all my days. I will die for it. Because your heart is my own key to Heaven. My soul, I’ll always share with you. And only you. For through all your trials and troubles in your life, your courage to still look upon me with your Heavenly eyes and trust everything awards me as great a gift as I can possibly give to you--fellowship, body and soul, forever.
My every breath, heartbeat, serves to reveal the light that embodies you to God. Everything of you is a shining light--and I promise to never let it die. To never let it burn out.
I will always dedicate myself to making you smile, because it’s that smile that reminds me of how God felt when Jesus was born. I promise to always look into your eyes and be mesmerized--because in them is paradise. I promise to play with your silky, fiery, warm chestnut hair every chance I get; because it’s not every day a simple man like me gets to laugh and play with angels. And every strand of your beautiful hair is an angel of the highest radiance. And last, but certainly not least, I vow endlessly to be captivated by the essence of your mind. And to learn from it. For in your own life, you’ve actually lived a dozen unique lives, with lessons learned every time. From that alone is the greatest gift: wisdom. You have wisdom.
Please don’t be intimidated by the length and complexity of my wedding vows to you, given that I’m a novelist. For in all honesty, your mere presence speaks a lifetime to me. Your gaze gives me more God-given vows than even I can write. I can only measure up to the majesty that is you in the best way I know I can. And hope to God it’s enough. I love you. Lord, help me, I love you. Always. Thank you, God, for keeping me at the table. I promise I’ll play my hand well. Lord knows I’ve already won.
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