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Monday, July 10, 2023

Ariella Moon Book Signing Event in Palm Springs

 


I am super excited about my next book signing/featured reading!

July 15, 2023 at Noon

The Palm Springs Cultural Center Upstairs Lounge

2300 E. Baristo Road, Palm Springs, CA

I will be presenting and selling books along with author H. Les Brown


There will be an open mic.

Thank you, D. Marie Fitzgerald, for organizing and hosting the event!

See you there!

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

Catch Me Tonight on Susun Weed's Podcast!


Live interviews... Sure to get the adrenaline jumping!

Tonight, author and herbal health expert Susun Weed will interview me on her podcast.


The show starts at 4:30 p.m. PDT. Susun answers 90 minutes of herbal health questions, followed by my interview at 6:00 p.m. PDT. 

You can catch the interview live at http://tobtr.com/11554833


May your day be magical!
~Ariella

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Defense Against The Dark Arts

If you talk the talk, you should walk the walk,* right?



Or, in my case, I draw upon my experiences as a shaman when I write about decent, fairly ordinary teens who clash with evil. This translation of my work into fiction is especially evident in Spell Fire, Book 3, The Teen Wytche Saga.



I will present "Defense Against The Dark Arts" at the Goddess Spirit Rising International Goddess Conference on Friday 13, 2019 at the American Jewish University Brandeis-Bardin Campus in Simi Valley, California. For more information or to register, please visit http://goddessspiritrising.com






For a limited time, you can read the Teen Wytche Saga for free with a Kindle Unlimited subscription, or purchase on Amazon. Ariella Moon books on Amazon

*The "walk the walk" theory does not apply to writers of suspense, thrillers, mysteries, and other literary genres that involve murder or other serious crimes!

Reading is magical!
Ariella Moon

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

New Young Adult Heroine Has Something in Common with Former Street Dog

Fiction and reality collided last week.

Avalon is a former Indio street dog. The people who found her cleaned her up and spent three weeks unsuccessfully searching for her owners. When I adopted her, Avalon had a tremendous fear of strangers, dogs, and streets without crossroads that offered no escape. Clearly, being attacked was her greatest fear. Daily walks were tortuous, but after a year, my dog Gracie and I were able to coax Avalon on walks up to two miles from home.
Avalon in happier times.

What does Avalon have in common with Sophia, the gutsy, betrayed, kidnapped teen protagonist in Spell For Sophia? Four days ago, I would have said nothing. But then a near tragedy struck.

The sun lingered on the top of the mountains like a Christmas tree star. The desert had cooled to a comfortable seventy-nine degrees, and for once, no wind blew sand and toxins. Coyotes had been menacing the neighborhood for months, driven down from the mountains a year ago after a wildfire. I searched our cross street and seeing no coyotes, headed east. Miss Gracie, a tiny Chihuahua/Papillon/Poodle mix that resembles Yoda or a gray mop depending on the length of her hair, trotted to keep up with Avalon, a Havenese mix, and me.

We soon entered a nearby neighborhood of decent homes, so close to the airport; jet fuel often lingered in the air. We passed the house with the mesh fence where a medium-sized dog barked at us, as it does every time we pass. We turned the corner and continued our loop. We had almost ambled to the end of the block when the mesh fence dog burst from behind a parked SUV, crossed the street and stopped a couple of feet from us. One look and I knew the dog had hunted us down and planned to attack.

Gracie post-surgery, her wounds covered by a tee shirt.
You know those police dramas where they send a cadet through an obstacle course and she faces pop-up people and has seconds to decide whether or not to shoot? That’s how it felt, when a young girl ran up crying and screaming, “Help me! That’s my dog! Catch him!”

I had maintained eye contact with the beast until the crying child popped up. The second I broke eye contact with the canine, it lunged. My dogs circled behind me tethered and vulnerable. I had once served on a jury in a pit bull attack case. My take-away had been: if an animal attacks your dogs, release your dogs if it is safe (i.e. don’t do it if your dog is in danger of running into a busy street). I frantically disentangled my hands from the leashes and poop bag. The attack dog clamped down on Gracie’s shoulder, rendering her powerless to fight back or escape. Gracie screamed and yelped. Avalon, as soon as I released her leash, bolted for safety.

Gracie needed emergency surgery. The bite went to the bone and tore several muscles and tissue. Her pain and injuries are serious and obvious. Avalon appeared unscathed. But like Gracie, she stopped eating. That’s when I realized Avalon had witnessed her worst fear. The tagline for Spell For Sophia Sometimes the worst scars are the ones you cannot see, floated into my thoughts.

As Spell For Sophia hits online bookstores, I hope readers embrace Sophia. The poor girl has been through a lot. And I am grateful to my neighbors, friends, family, and fans that have sent healing thoughts, prayers, and Reiki to Gracie and Avalon.

Namaste
~Ariella

© 2014 by Ariella Moon


Monday, August 4, 2014

DIFFERENT an Intriguing Young Adult Novel about Autism

The Spotlight on Summer Reading continues with:

DIFFERENT

Anything can happen when the rules change.


Jezebel Smith is different. She can’t talk, she doesn’t look like anyone in her family, and no matter what she does it’s always the wrong thing. God accepts her for who she is, but He’s the only one who does. Then she finds an unconscious man in her favorite cave, and her life is turned upside down. New people and new rules collide with the old, leaving Jezebel unsure of which set of rules apply to her life. When the strangers in town attempt to help her out of the nightmare she’s grown up in, it promises to change her life forever.

Excerpt #1:

The distant drip of water echoed off the rocky walls as Jezebel Smith wandered through her cave. Pungent fumes from her kerosene lantern stung her nose, and she wished for a flashlight. But her family would miss a flashlight. They never noticed when she took the old lantern from the barn.

Turning her face away from the lantern, she caught a whiff of the familiar scent of the rocks around her. She loved the fresh, earthy smell of her cave. Through countless hours of careful practice, her hiking boots barely produced a whisper on the bumpy path leading to her special cavern. If she swung the lantern on its creaky handle, however, she could fill the cave with a creepy echo that reminded her of Halloween.

She passed through an opening in the wall and entered a large cavern with several ledges in one end. As she approached the lowest ledge, the glow from her lantern touched an unfamiliar lump on the floor below the rocky shelf and she froze. She knew every inch of this cavern — every rock, ledge, and bump in the floor. No one ever came here. Nothing ever changed unless she changed it. The cave was the only thing she could count on to always stay the same.

This time, however, there was something new. The cave had broken its own rules, adding a boulder where one didn’t belong. She crept toward it, fighting tears of hurt that the cave would trick her like everyone else, and the golden light of her lantern revealed it wasn’t a boulder after all — it was the still form of a man. Her pulse pounded in her ears, so loud it threatened to drown out her own thoughts. Where had he come from? Why wasn’t he moving? Her heart skipped a beat. Was he dead?

Excerpt #2:

Fear shivered through her that he was sleeping so much. One of her brothers had fallen out of a tree once and hit his head, and the doctor said they had to keep him from falling asleep for a while. Jezebel didn’t know if falling off a ledge and hitting his head made the man have to stay awake or not.

After worrying for a while longer, she finally decided she’d have to risk a beating from her parents and go get the doctor. She didn’t know if he’d come, but she had to try. Daniel was the only person to ever treat her kindly, and he needed help.

She put a couple more sticks on the fire so it would keep burning while she was gone, and then she lit the lantern and headed out of the cavern. As she neared the cave entrance, the flame went out. She slowed her steps and followed the faint glow of daylight. Hopefully the doctor had a flashlight. When she stepped into the woods, she set the lantern by the cave entrance and ran toward town. She practiced saying Daniel’s name while she ran, praying the doctor would come if she told him the injured man’s name.

As she neared the edge of town, she slowed down to catch her breath. She hesitantly stepped onto the main road, terrified at the thought of trying to convince the doctor to go with her. She’d learned a long time ago that no one believed her about anything, and since she couldn’t talk, people didn’t understand what she tried to tell them anyway.

A lot of strange cars and people clogged the main street through town, and Jezebel wondered who they were. Unless Reverend Brown was holding one of his many revivals,  the town rarely had many visitors. As she continued toward the doctor’s office, a woman carrying a stack of papers walked toward her with a smile. Jezebel stopped, her mind whirling with uncertainty, and the woman handed her a paper.

“We’re looking for this man. He went hiking in this area a couple of days ago and didn’t come back.”

Jezebel studied the sheet in her hands, and her heart skipped a beat. A picture of Daniel stared back, and some words had been printed across the bottom in black ink. She pointed to the photo. “D-Dan... Daniel.”

“That’s right, his name is Daniel,” the woman said, her tone changing a little. “Have you seen him?”

Jezebel nodded and looked back the way she’d come. “C-c-cave.”

“You saw him in a cave?”

She nodded again, excitement rushing through her. For the first time in her life, someone understood what she tried to say. She touched the photograph on the paper, indicating where the cut on Daniel’s head was. Before she could see if the woman understood, she heard her older brother spit out her name. She cringed and felt herself shriveling inside.


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Author Bio:

E.A. West, award-winning author of sweet and inspirational romance, is a lifelong lover of books and storytelling. In high school, she picked up her pen in a creative writing class and hasn’t laid it down yet. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys reading, knitting, and crocheting. She lives in Indiana with her family and a small zoo of pets.

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Next: Tomorrow E.A. West will offer a guest blog debunking myths about autism.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Feeding Fandom with Ally Carter, Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Rachel Vincent, and Sarah Rees Brennan

Young Adult and authors and books have been on my mind since I returned from the Romance Writers of America national conference and Indie Book Signing in San Antonio, Texas.

L-R: Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Ally Carter, Sarah Rees Brennan, Rachel Vincent


Jennifer Lynn Barnes (http://www.jenniferlynnbarnes.com), Ally Carter (http://allycarter.com), Sarah Rees Brennan (http://sarahreesbrennan.com), and Rachel Vincent (http://rachelvincent.com) led an excellent marketing panel on “Feeding the Fandom: How to Turn Regular YA Readers into Raging Fangirls (and Boys)."

“Fiction is an Invitation to Imagine.”
Readers are passive. But in fandom, Super Fans rally around characters, stories, romances, and/or an author. The Super Fans live and breathe the stories, creating their own related art, stories, and character romances.


Gaps and Hints
Of the many great tips the panel offered, this one particularly resonated with me. Super Fans latch onto gaps or hints left by the author. And if an appealing minor character doesn’t have a love interest, Super Fans will create a romance for the character. If the author has dropped hints that two characters are interested in each other, Super Fans will create a fan fiction romance.

Acknowledge Your Fans
Fans and word of mouth can drive a book or author onto the Best Seller lists. So acknowledge your fans! Some authors (Ally Carter is an excellent example) provide links on their website or blog to their Super Fans' blogs and other social media accounts. This not only acknowledges the Super Fans, it gives them a place to connect with each other.

Middle Grade vs. YA
Here’s an excellent article from Publishers Weekly. "Middle Grade and YA: Where to Draw the Line." Enjoy!

http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/childrens/childrens-industry-news/article/63358-middle-grade-and-ya-where-to-draw-the-line.html?utm_source=Publishers+Weekly&utm_campaign=73eb1488aa-UA-15906914-1&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_0bb2959cbb-73eb1488aa-304449477

~Ariella Moon
http://www.AriellaMoon.com

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Krysten Lindsay Hager Shows her TRUE COLORS

Debut Astraea Press author Krysten Lindsay Hager is in the spotlight today with her Young Adult novel TRUE COLORS.

1.     TRUE COLORS delves into the cutthroat world of modeling. Have you ever modeled or entered a beauty competition?
I did some modeling and went on auditions and shoots, too. Unlike my character, Landry, I actually liked doing runway work. I remember using a good luck charm that I was convinced kept me from tripping on the runway. I used to put a tiny laminated picture of my favorite singer, George Michael, in my shoe for luck.

2.     When you write Middle Grade or Young Adult fiction, do you draw upon your own school days, or do you look elsewhere for inspiration?
I remember those days vividly, but it’s more the emotions and how I felt about a situation that I use in my work rather than the actual situation itself. I have never been able to base a character on a real person because people are always changing and it’s impossible to capture all the sides of their personalities. It’s easier and more fun to make up my own characters and situations. My character Landry and I do share the same tendency to overthink everything though. I’m one of those people who can’t shut off their brain at night long enough to sleep. Someone sent me a cartoon of someone trying to sleep and it says, “Think ALL the thoughts!” That’s totally me at night and I’ve been that way since I was a kid.

3.     Which character in TRUE COLORS was the easiest to write? Which was the most difficult?
Landry was probably the easiest to write as well as Ashanti and Peyton. I would have loved to known girls like Ashanti and Peyton when I was that age. The hardest to write was Thalia because she is much more self-assured at that age than I ever was—I’m still not as self-assured. She isn’t the most popular of the girls in school, but there’s a strength to her in that she doesn’t care what people think. I wish I had felt that way at that age. Actually, I wish I felt that way now, too.

4.     If a fictional world could magically become real, which novel would you like to step into, and why?
That’s a tough one because there are a few. I guess I would like to step into The Great Gatsby and try to convince Jay that Daisy isn’t who he thinks she is…and that he should be with me instead. I mean, really, Jay, save your money on those lavish parties and buy me something! Or, ahem, just teach him to be less materialistic…whichever.

5.     Who were your favorite authors when you were growing up?
I grew up when all the series books were big, so I read Ann M. Martin’s Baby-sitter’s Club books, The Sisters series by Jennifer Cole, Francine Pascal’s Sweet Valley High books and her Victoria series (met her once and she let me look at the Sweet Valley “bible” she created for the series. I choked up—not even joking). I was obsessed with Betsy Haynes’ The Great Mom Swap when I read it in the fourth grade. And I reread Erika Tamar’s Good-bye, Glamour Girl over and over. I was a big reader growing up and I was lucky I had parents that fed my reading addiction.

True Colors by Krysten Lindsay Hager



Tagline: A little competition can really bring out people’s true colors.

Blurb: Landry Albright enters a modeling competition with her two best friends, but runs into jealousy when she advances to the next level without them. Enter the gorgeous Devon, who also makes the first cut of the modeling contest. Devon seems like the perfect new best friend, but can their friendship survive the competition? Throw in a new boy, jealousy and loyalty issues, and insults from hair stylists. How’s a girl to deal?

Excerpt:
The competition was for girls between the ages of thirteen and seventeen, but it felt like Ericka, Tori, and I were the youngest ones there. I only saw a couple of girls from school, and the lineup looked more like something you’d see on a music video set. All the girls were gorgeous, and they had these curvy womanly bodies. I looked like a skinny little kid next to them. The first girl walked out, and I heard the judges say she “owned the runway,” and, “walked like a gazelle.” I was starting to feel ill. I wasn’t sure which way it was going to come, but I knew I had to find a bathroom — fast. I started to get out of line when Ericka grabbed my wrist.

“It’s almost time,” she said. A tiny bit of spit flew out of her mouth and hit my cheek.

I wasn’t sure why she was so intent on me going through with it, but she had a death grip on my arm, so I didn’t have much of a choice. Her number was called and she walked out to the stage. One of the other girls said she walked like a kid with sand bucket stilts on her feet, but she came back with a smirk on her face like she knew she’d get chosen.

“They said they had never seen such long legs,” she said.

Tori was next.

“She walks like a gorilla at feeding time,” said the girl behind me. I went next, and I tried to focus on not tripping over my feet. My mom’s pumps had a rubber sole on the bottom, which probably wasn’t the brightest idea seeing as my shoes were making squeaking noises as I walked. I was so nervous I couldn’t stop smiling as I walked. I looked like the plastic clown who blows up balloons with its mouth at the Pizza Palace. When I got to the end of the runway, I tried to cross my feet to turn like the other girls had, but I over rotated and ended up doing a full spin which made my kilt fan out and gave the mall walkers a view of my blue underpants. I tried to act like it was intentional and did an extra turn. One of the judges put her hand up to stop me, and I held my breath as she started to speak.

Buy Link: Amazon

Author bio: Krysten Lindsay Hager is an author and book addict who has never met a bookstore she didn’t like. She’s worked as a journalist and also writes middle grade, YA, humor essays, and adult fiction. Her debut novel, TRUE COLORS, will be out June 17th from Astraea Press. She is originally from Michigan and has lived in South Dakota, Portugal, and currently resides in Southern Ohio where you can find her reading and writing when she’s not catching up on her favorite shows.

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