Saturday, February 25, 2017

Cool Language and Slang from CAN'T STOP THE MUSIC By: C.D. Hersh

Copacetic, Cool language from Can’t Stop the Music

Slang has always played a part in the English language, no matter the era, and when you’re creating a period piece, the story wouldn’t be complete without the use of the slang of the time.
A lot of the hippie slang in our book, Can’t Stop the Music, had its origins in earlier eras.

Take the slang for money—in the 20s someone who was hip (a 20s and 60s word) might call money Cabbage. In the 30s the slang term morphed to Buck. In the 50s you would have said, Bread. By the time the slang reached the 60s the terms Bread and Dough were used interchangeable, and the term Buck was still around as well.
Various slang terms for policeman have also survived the decades, and are still being used today. Police officers have been called Flatfoot, Cop, Fuzz (1920); Copper (1930); Heat (1950); Fuzz, Cop, The Man (1960). The Man was probably the most popular term for police among the hippie generation.
Slang terms for women, especially attractive women, have abounded through the past decades. In the 20s women were often called Dames or Dish. In the 30s a pretty girl would be a Hot Tomato. Fifties terms for women included Chicks, Barn Burners, Dolls. In the 60s, the most commonly used slang was Chicks or Birds.
We’ve heard, and even used some of the above slang, although we don’t use it as freely as we might have in the 60s. Still, it was fun going back and searching out the slang of our youth. We were amazed how much of the groovy language from bygone eras has survived into present day.
We don’t want to seem like Abercrombies (20’s/know-it-alls) but we kinda blew our wigs (20s/became very excited) when our peepers (20s/eyes) landed on this groovy (60s/great) subject. We thought it would be blast (60s/ a lot of fun) if we clued you in (60s/informed you) on the story. And now, we’re going to make tracks (60s/leave) so you can read the outtasight (60s/fantastic) excerpt from our story, Can’t Stop the Music, set in Woodstock, where the music was hip (60s/very cool, far out (60s/wonderful) and righteous (something really great).

Can’t Stop the Music
By C.D. Hersh

The Soul Mate Tree …
An ancient legend spanning eras, continents, and worlds. To some, it’s nothing more than a dream. To others, a pretty fairy tale handed down through the generations.
For those in critical need of their own happy ending, a gift.

For college senior and hippie wannabe Rosemary—Rose for short—a teaching job is within her grasp, but she wants more. She wants love, the kind of love that has bound her parents for so many years. When she’s dumped by her current boyfriend because her morals can’t bring her to give in to free love, she finds herself at Woodstock in the middle of the biggest free-love, music festival of the Sixties. Alone, again. Until a magical tree grants her wish and she finds the man of her dreams—and loses him before she really knows who he is.
Dakota meets the girl of his dreams at Woodstock, but a jealous wannabe girlfriend drives them apart before he can discover Rose’s last name and where she comes from. After he sees a disappearing tree that promises him true love, a frantic search to find Rose comes up empty-handed.
Magic and music brings them together at Woodstock in 1969. Misunderstandings tear them apart. Will two flower children find one another again, or live with missed opportunities?

Bethel, New York
August, 1969

Rosemary Sterling pulled her striped, gauzy maxi-skirt to her knees, stuck her sandaled feet out the rear passenger door opening of her friend Willow’s ’51 Woodie, and wiggled her toes. Sweat rolled down the center of her back. Not even a tiny breeze tickled the air on the crowded, one-lane road to the Woodstock Music Festival.
The heat radiating from the string of cars stretching in front and in back of her only added to the hot, summer air. Most of the vehicles’ occupants lounged on the hoods, the dirt road, or sat cross-legged on the ground, smoking pot or playing their guitars, their psychedelic clothing bright spots of neon color against the deep-green grass.
“How much longer before we find out what the holdup is?” she called as she exited the steamy vehicle.
Shielding her eyes, Willow straightened from her slouched position against the side of the car and peered between the row of stopped cars. “I see Bodi coming now. Maybe he’s found out what’s causing the traffic jam.”
“Aren’t you burning up?” Rose flapped the bottom of her cotton peasant blouse to stave off the hot, humid air. When the motion didn’t cool the sweat running between her breasts, she jammed the fabric under her boobs, swiping at the damp flesh. Then she clambered onto the sun-scorched hood, careful to tuck her skirt under her bare legs.
“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into burning my bra last night.” She glanced at Willow, envying her pert A-cups. You couldn’t tell Willow’s girls were unchained. “Even that thin layer would have kept the sweat off. Bra burning might be the rage right now, and that’s fine for someone built like you. For C-cups or bigger, loose boobs are a drag. Pun intended.”
Willow laughed. “You’ll get used to it. Once you do, you’ll see the advantage.”
So far the only thing her hippie friend introduced her to that she’d embraced was the shortened flower name Willow had given her.
“Rosemary’s the name of your grandmother, not a flower child. I’m renaming you Rose,” Willow had said.
Jake and Starr, the other two in their group, came around the side of the Woodie. Jake’s tangled curls looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed. Grass stuck out of Starr’s hair in a green corona. She doubted they’d been doing anything that merited halos.
Frowning, she slid off the hood, motioned Starr over, and began picking grass from her braids. “I hope you two weren’t cavorting in poison ivy. I don’t think we packed any anti-itch lotion.”
“You should cavort sometime, Rose.” Starr gave her a friendly shove. “You need to loosen up, girl. Partake of free love.”
She couldn’t get used to free love either. “No thanks.”

Can’t Stop the Music is available at Amazon

Can’t Stop the Music is book number 2 in the Soul Mate Tree series. A new book centered around the legend of the Soul Mate Tree will be released every month through January 2018. To learn more about the collection check out Amazon.

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About the Author:

C.D. Hersh–Two hearts creating everlasting love stories.
Putting words and stories on paper is second nature to co-authors C.D. Hersh. They’ve written separately since they were teenagers and discovered their unique, collaborative abilities in the mid-90s. As high school sweethearts and husband and wife, Catherine and Donald believe in true love and happily ever after.

The books of their paranormal romance series entitled The Turning Stone Chronicles are available on Amazon. They also have a short Christmas story, Kissing Santa, in a Christmas anthology titled Sizzle in the Snow: Soul Mate Christmas Collection, with seven other authors.

They are looking forward to many years of co-authoring and book sales, and a lifetime of happily-ever-after endings on the page and in real life.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Welcome Guest Blogger, Jessie Salisbury

Today Carly's View welcomes author, Jessie Salisbury. Jessie is an author with Soul Mate Publishing. Her latest book, LEAVE ME MY CONVICTIONS is available on Amazon. Jessie has written a guest blog titled Obsessed by a Dream...Literally.

Almost everyone has dreams, at least occasionally, that they can remember vividly when they wake up. Writers have those kinds, but also aspirations, grand dreams. I got possessed by one of the former, which became one of the latter, and now, 50-odd years and 125,000 words later, it's an integral  part of me.

The dream was what I call a “story dream,” one in which I am not really a part but more like watching a movie. Several of those have become, in whole or in part, short stories. I find them interesting but not disturbing.

This particular dream, sometime in the late 1950s, was a sci-fi story in which some distant civilization had  developed a genetic weakness which prevented women from having a second child and many of them did not survive a first birth, if they could conceive at all. The solution, according to one faction in that place, was to find compatible women in other star systems, since their traders had often seen such people. Rather than negotiate, they kidnapped. One of those stolen women was an earth girl named Janice.

Great story, I thought, although I had never written fantasy. But five or six pages into it I got stuck. It didn’t work. I still liked the idea and I put it away. Over the next ten years I came across it occasionally, reworked the beginning, but never got past the block. Then I had one of those 2 a.m. revelations we all get: just change the point of view, stupid. Two months later I had a novel and thought I was at last free of that civilization, that strange culture, that clash of religions, and I could go back to writing what I was really interested in: contemporary dysfunctional family problems.
Not at all. At the end of the book I called “The Sol Girl,” two minor characters were introduced. They grabbed me. Totally seduced me. “The Sol Girl” is in the middle of that larger story – that of another kind of involved dysfunctional family, and over the next 20 years, whenever a new chapter came along, I wrote both ways, back to the birth of the central character (the result of an incestuous rape) and forward to the resolution of that culture’s problems, or at least some of them. Along the way are several romances, disowned children, a civil war, and advances in medicine and technology we can only dream about.

When I had at last finished it – I had thought that several times over the years – I put it all away again still not really wanting to deal with it. A few years ago, I decided all my stories should be on CDs. That meant retyping it, which meant, of course, extensive editing, which is what we writers do. I tightened parts, expanded parts, eliminated parts which obviously didn’t fit, and fell in love with it all over again. But, still, I put it away.

Last year my daughter read it for the first time. Really read it, she said, sat down and read it through, Why, she asked, hasn’t this been published?
So that’s where I am. It is under consideration by a publisher of sci-fi, and I have my fingers crossed.

The point of all this is, don’t give up on a story if it grabs you, even if you don’t want to follow it wherever it seems to be going. There is something there that resonates with your inner being. “The House of Olin” may never be in book stores, but it has been a grand journey, one on which I learned a lot.

Thank you for joining us Jessie and sharing your "dream" with us. It sounds like a fascinating story. Hopefully, that publisher you mentioned will make you an offer.

Jessie's books are available on Amazon. You can learn more about Jessie at her Soul Mate Publishing Author page.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

BOOK FEATURE: Return to Ruby's Ranch by: Rhonda Frankhouser

Carly's View welcomes writer Rhonda Frankhouser and her book, RETURN TO RUBY'S RANCH. 

A note from Rhonda Frankhouser: I'm excited to be hosted by fellow SoulMate author, Carly Jordynn. I appreciate her eagerness to share other authors and their work with her readership. My debut novel, Return to Ruby's Ranch, which was released on Amazon from SoulMate Publishing on November 16, 2016, is book one of a contemporary western romance series that tells the story of the strong line of matriarchs of Ruby's Ranch. I'm currently working on book two in the series - Escape from Ruby's Ranch. I recently signed a new contract with SoulMatePublishing for a contemporary romance called Health Nut CafĂ©, which is due out in 2017. This is the booklove of my life - so far :) Neither book are the norm for romance - rather they have lots of twists and turns, murder and mayhem, but alas, the love stories are rich and real. Thanks so much for hosting me. Please visit my website at and leave me a note. I would love to hear from you.  Rj

Ruby Lattrell spends her days caring for her ailing father and younger brother. When they no longer need her, her life lacks purpose. Then she inherits Ruby’s Ranch – the only real home she ever knew – the place where her mother mysteriously vanished.  The smell of fresh cut hay and the most handsome cowboy she’s ever seen, Billy McCallister, greet Ruby when she arrives at the ranch.

Billy always dreamed Ruby would return home. When he finally sees her standing on Granny’s porch, now a mix of that sassy young girl he once knew and the reassured, sensual woman she is today, he knows his heart hasn’t misled him.  Before she can fall into the timeless love that Billy offers, they must solve the mysteries that haunt Ruby’s Ranch. Will digging up the past hurt more people than it helps? Will the truth they discover tear Ruby and Billy apart?

Read on for an excerpt from Return to Ruby's Ranch:

The old, beat-up Chevy pickup came to an abrupt stop about a foot from the back of Ruby’s prized Jeep. She scowled with disapproval as the driver shoved open the door and dropped to his booted feet before the engine even had a chance to shut off.
"Help you, miss?" he asked, with a slow, deep twang, wiping the dirt from his hands with a handkerchief he’d pulled from his back pocket.
     She squinted against the midday sun a little harder now as his voice rang a touch familiar. She watched him for an over-long moment, the mother cat twisting her lithe body around his legs in greeting. Sweat glistened on his tanned, muscular arms as he bent to pick up the kittens that came out to join their mother.
She smiled. There had to be something special about a man who elicited the love of animals. He was at least six foot two, and built like he could lift a hundred pounds straight over his head with no problem at all. A smudge of dried mud followed the line of his strong, stubbled jaw. He could be the most handsome man Ruby had ever seen. Not a sophisticated, city kind of handsome. More a Russell Crowe, gladiator, kind of handsome.
The irritated scowl returned to his face after he put the tiny, tabby kittens down, almost like he’d just remembered he wasn’t pleased about being pulled away from something important. This made him all the more interesting. Part of Ruby was glad she'd been such a bother. The day just became more intriguing.
“They’re adorable. And they seem to like you.” She tried to break the awkward silence.
Curious, soulful green eyes peered out from under his dusty Stetson hat. He gazed first at her well-worn Justin cowboy boots, then slowly up her long legs to the khaki shorts, pausing momentarily at the denim shirt she had tied loosely around her waist, showing just a hint of pale skin. His gaze stopped momentarily at the mess of red-blonde hair she’d pulled away from her face, before he finally met her eyes.
Ruby held her giggle as he finished his perusal, not wanting to make him self-conscious since she’d recognized him. Billy MacCallister. Had to be. My, how he’d grown from the runny-nosed brat who used to follow her around so many years before. He’d been the pain-in-the-butt, kid brother of her best friend.
But, this grown up Billy MacCallister was a whole different creature. Mercy, he’s definitely a full grown man now. Ranch life looks good on him.
Rhonda discovered she had a knack for storytelling after she was diagnosed with cancer at a young age. To avoid dwelling on her own mortality, she sat down with pen and paper and got out of the way of her subconscious mind.  Words and characters poured out of her from some hidden place inside her soul.  She discovered that writing was not only cathartic and healing but a necessary function for her future sanity.

     Her first novel, MY LAST DAY, gained the representation of agent Ben Camardi, at Harold Matson Company in New York. This is a heart wrenching tale of a young woman seeking love and closure on her last day of life. Her second and third novels, SHADOWING SOULS and RUBY’S RANCH, were quick to follow.  Each story has a contemporary romantic flavor, a solid family dynamic.

Rhonda lives in central California with her Kisa, (Knight in Shining Armor), their beautiful and talented daughters, and two mischievous pug puppies, Geddy and Ruby. When she is not writing, she is supporting hospice patients as a volunteer coordinator, playing golf with her husband, or reading the latest masterpiece from one of her favorite authors. She is a member of the RWA – PAN community and the local chapter, Yosemite Romance Writers.

Twitter: @RJFrankhouser