All posts for the month October, 2012

Metamorphosis, The Two Moons of Rehnor, Book 7 is live!

Published October 31, 2012 by jnaomiay

Katie is in the midst of a midlife crisis. She’s bored with her husband of thirty years, worried about her still unmarried son and her best friend is dying of cancer. Caroline’s last request sends her friends to Earth to retrieve a package left there twenty-four years ago. The package is nothing like they expect and an adventure that takes them to a distant galaxy ensues. Metamorphosis is about change, in the seasons, over the years, in our lives and in our love.

On and at Smashwords!  Click the pic to be taken there.


King of the Streets A Two Moons of Rehnor novella

Published October 26, 2012 by jnaomiay

I found this one in my back pocket the other day or maybe it was at the bottom of my purse with a broken dog biscuit and stick of gum.

Reggie is just eight years old when his mum is killed by a freak storm that hits the Old City. He finds himself out on his own on the streets and does what he must to survive. He works his way up the ranks of the gang that controls the trade becoming the King of the Streets until he meets the boy who changes everything.


Tag Team in Space – Episode 14 – Jerry

Published October 25, 2012 by jnaomiay

I walked around the building.  It seemed like I trekked for miles until I found a service door that let me into a utility closet.  My ankle hurt, my ribs ached and I had broken a bunch of fingernails.  My uniform was filthy, my hair a mess and besides all that, I really needed a shower.  I hoped to find an Insta-cube where I could be quickly cleaned if I had time still remaining before my flight.  It would cost twenty-five dollars but if wanted to stay in the Force, I would need to look presentable before I arrived.

“Hey,” a guy said as I limped up beside him at the desk where he sat watching the station’s electrical connections.  “You’re not authorized to be in here.”

“You’re telling me,” I sighed.  “Just show me the way out preferably in the direction of the United SpaceLines terminal.”  He pointed at a door that led up to a stair that I climbed with my last bit of energy.  I emerged in a foyer that opened to a gate that led to the security screening area.  “I’m here at last,” I breathed getting into the queue though a woman glared down her nose at me.  She turned to her companion and whispered so I could hear, “It’s a shame what Spaceforce is coming to.”

I thought about telling her off, describing everything I’d been through from getting stuck in the lift with that strange dude Derrick.  I could even show her pictures I had taken on my iPhone 8 of Fogwat and his brood of new Fogweets.  I could describe in great detail my hike across the Martian plain and pounding on every door beneath the airdome but my flight was due to depart in twenty-minutes and if I didn’t hurry, I’d miss my next connection on Altaris III.

I was almost through the screening, standing patiently through my pat-down as there was no way I’d walk through that radioactive scanner.

“I’m just going to touch you right here,” the screener said.  “Nothing personal, it’s just my job.  Do you have anything in your pants besides your…uhem?”

“I hope not,” I replied.  “Last I checked, it was just me.”  Come to think of it, something in there was feeling quite strange.

“We’ll have to go in back,” the screener said.  “You’ve definitely got something moving that shouldn’t be.  You need to remove your pants and let me see.”  If this day could get any worse, I surely didn’t believe and now I was down to fifteen minutes before my flight.  I went in the private back room and removed my shirt and pants to discover I had indeed picked up a stow-away.  It was one of the Fogweets who popped out of my boxer short.

“Hi Uncle Jerry,” he called.  “I’m living with you!”


Reader Interview: Joy

Published October 18, 2012 by jnaomiay

Today, I am at the local Starbucks sipping my grande decaf sugar-free caramel soy latte while staring contemplatively out the window at the rain.  As an author, I should be sipping decaffeinated green tea or some tasteless herbal concoction.  However, I am hopelessly addicted to sugar-free caramel which does not go well with Mandarin Orange Spice.  As I sit here relishing the return to Seattle weather, I spy a kindle user in one of those large over-stuffed chairs that always has crumbs in between the cushions and yet is always taken.  Unbeknownst to her, I am a not so famous author and so I will pounce upon her and submit her to a Reader Interview.

Naomi: Hello, my name is Naomi and you are?

Joy:  Hi, my name is Joy.

Naomi:  Hello Joy.  I’d like to ask you a few questions if I might? 

Joy:  I’m voting for ….

Naomi: Ah!!  That’s not the question.  In fact, that’s entirely your personal business.  What I really want to know is this: Is that your real name and if not, why won’t you tell me your real name?

Joy:  (Looking strangely at Naomi)  My name is Joy. Is your name Naomi?

Naomi:  As a matter of fact it is.  Now that we’ve covered the name issue, can I ask you what you are reading?

Joy:  Actually, no.  It’s none of your business.

Naomi:  Okay.  I’m sorry to intrude.  Can I ask you what is your favorite book?

Joy:  You can ask but it’s also none of your business.

Naomi:  I’m sorry.  Can I ask you anything about your reading material?

Joy:  No.  I don’t know who you are or what you want but all of it is none of your damn business.

Naomi:  Sorry!  Sorry.  Okay, last question, do you like your kindle?

Joy:  Yes.  Will you go away now?

Naomi:  Yes.  Thank you for your time.

Well, that concludes our Reader Interview for today.  I’ll just go back and contemplate the rain some more while I try to come up with something else to write about.

Author Interview: Kelly Edwards

Published October 15, 2012 by jnaomiay

Today, I am shopping for Halloween accessories at the local big box, all department, all purpose, everything you could possibly want, all in one, giant warehouse store.  I am in need of some of those small plastic pumpkins that have lights inside as Rachel is convinced that without them our house is far too dull for her teenage friends to deign to Trick or Treat at.  That’s fine with me.  I prefer no treating or tricking but then again, I am lame.  I am standing with my mega shopping cart filled with several hundred dollars worth of things I don’t need while Rachel ponders the pile of plastic pumpkin accessories.  Standing next to me is author Kelly Edwards who is waiting for her turn to thumb through the enormous bin and ponder her own pumpkin accessories.  We’ll discuss her new book “Scorcher” in the meantime.

Naomi: Let’s start with just a brief synopsis of your book.  In 20 words or less, tell me what it is about.

Kelly:  Girl meets boy, complicated by superpowers, tragic backstory, and a whole lot of action.

Naomi:  Ah, the perfect formula, superpowers and tragedy.  Exactly what we all go through on a daily basis especially when we are mothers.  What’s the hardest part about writing your book?

Kelly:  Letting go. I’m a perfectionist so my husband keeps joking that if I waited until I felt the book was ‘done’, I would be editing forever.

Naomi:  He’s absolutely correct.  Isn’t it wonderful how independent publishing lets us finally cut that cord and move on with our lives?  Now if only our kids would do the same thing.  Ah Kelly, don’t look at me like that.  Your kids are little.  Just wait until they are 21 and 18 year old basement dwellers.  What’s the easiest part about writing your book?

Kelly:  Plotting. It’s always easiest when the story is still in my head. I always love that period in the creative process when the story is developing in my head and it feels like the characters are revealing their tale to me. Of course, then I have to find ways to get out of the way while I translate that into writing.

Naomi:  Maybe you can encourage them to phone it in instead.  You did say you were in their way.  If you had to pick one object to represent your story and one color to paint it in, what would it be and why?  A purple octopus?  An orange hula hoop?

Kelly:  Well, I would love to pick chocolate because I love chocolate and I hope that reading my story would be like relishing a really good piece of chocolate-sweet, satisfying, and it leaves you wanting more.  I wouldn’t paint the chocolate any color because then you wouldn’t be able to eat it!

Naomi:  Yes, chocolate color is definitely not the color one would want to paint things with.  I won’t expand on that any further being that you are mother with diapers yet to do.  Do you do anything else besides write and if so what is it?

Kelly:  Some days it feels like I do anything but writing. I’m the mother of two small children, so of the things I do besides write, sleep isn’t one of them. Aside from conspiring with my husband to elicit as many giggles from the children as possible, I also love to sew and create costumes, scrapbooking, and anything else that involves creating.

Naomi:  Sleep is something that you won’t ever really experience well again.  If they’re not crying to be fed or changed in the middle of the night, they’re calling at 2AM to tell you their car is in a ditch.  Did you ever wonder if you were a little crazy for writing fantasy/fiction?

Kelly:  Of course not! I don’t have to wonder since I know that I’m crazy.

Naomi:  With the way your characters are phoning in their storyline, I don’t doubt it.  Did your friends ever wonder the same thing?

Kelly:  Certainly not. By now they should know me well enough that they don’t have to wonder.

Naomi:    Rachel has concluded her plastic pumpkin shopping and is now queuing before the woman in the white hat who is handing out microscopic pieces of some sort of dip on another sort of cracker and a piece of mystery meat on a toothpick.  Funny how those things all taste so good in their microscopic quantities here but when one purchases the mega pack to eat at home, they become revolting.  Oh, well.  I’ll leave Kelly to find her own pumpkin accessories and join the queue as if I were starving.  While we do this, you can find Kelly and her book online here:

Amazon link to Scorcher, Book 1 in the Forces of Nature Trilogy:

This is the link to the Facebook page, where you can find news on the series and release dates as well as giveaways:

Tag Team in Space – Episode 13 – Jerry

Published October 13, 2012 by jnaomiay

I ran.  Derrick was hurt but if I didn’t get out there I’d be dead and sorry, I wasn’t going to give up my life for a guy I met in an elevator an hour ago.  Fogwat bolted ahead of me, his giant head like a glistening beacon, leading the way out of this conduit, out of this elevator shaft and out of this spaceport terminal altogether.  We ended up topside in the red Martian dirt under an oxygen dome which blotted out the sky.

“Fogwat take Jerry home,” my big headed friend cried gleefully.  “Fogweets so excited to meet their new uncle.”

“Uh Fogwat,” I protested though I followed him anyway as I hadn’t a clue where the spaceport entrance might be.  When I arrived here I had come in through the shuttle landing bay which was nowhere to be seen from the ground.  “Can you get me back to the terminal, buddy?  I’ve got a flight to catch and at this rate, I’ll have to go through security screening again.  I hate their machines.  I think they give off too much radiation so I need to opt out and request a pat down instead.  That’ll take at least an extra thirty minutes so as much as I’d like to meet your Fogweets, I don’t really have any time to waste.”

“Sure Jerry,” Fogwat replied not slackening his pace or turning to change his direction.  “Jerry, friend Jerry meet all Fogwat peeps and then Jerry eat dinner with us too.”

“Fogwat please!” I begged.  “I really need to get to my ship.  It’s my first posting as Head of Sickbay.  I’ve worked toward this for years after spending the first twenty in school.  I’m desperate here, buddy.  I can’t lose this job.”

“Not to worry, friend Jerry.  Fogweets meet, eat dinner and then dessert and after that tea.  Fogwat take Jerry to space shuttle plane, Jerry fly off to the stars.  Someday, Fogwat meet Jerry again.”

“Ok,” I agreed.  What choice did I have?  I was lost on mountain of Martian dirt.  I had to trust Fogwat as there was no one else around and after trusting Derrick, this is where I had ended up.  From a hole in the mountain of this dry dusty soil another big head suddenly appeared.  It was followed by a body that was identical to Fogwat’s except for a giant extended belly.

“Fogwut!” Fogwat cried at the joyful reunion.  “Friend Jerry come for time just in the nick.”

“I am ready,” Fogwut panted, her hands on her belly which I realized was quivering and quaking.

“Oy vey,” I gasped.  “Sweet Jesus,” I cried and got to work with my medical kit.  In short order, Fogweets appeared; all four a carbon copy of their parents which I considered unfortunate for them.

“Fogwat so happy,” Fogwat wept.

“Get over it,” Fogwut snapped.  “Four diapers all need to be changing.”

“Dinner time,” Fogwat ordered.  “Fogwut get up and make food for Jerry.”

“I’ll cook Fogwat for dinner if he doesn’t shut his mouth!”

It was time for me to go so I cleaned my gear and packed my kit thanking everyone around for their hospitality.  “I don’t need dinner tonight, friend,” I insisted.  “I’m not hungry.  In fact I just ate before getting into that lift an hour and a half ago.  I’ll be on my way, thank you very much.  It’s been fun, really it has and now I can tell everyone I delivered four Martian babies.  Yep,” I started to back away.  “I think I hear Derrick calling me.  See ya later, everybody.  Maybe next time I visit Mars, or not.”  I ran back down that hill as fast as my feet could fly in the direction I thought the spaceport had last been.  I ran until I was out of breath.  I ran until my ankle turned but I couldn’t find that blasted building anywhere.