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Author Book Signing

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Food-Inspired Art

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Pages From My Diary

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Friday, December 13, 2013

Tis the Season

Christmas is my favorite time of year!  I anxiously await the first of December each year, anticipating the excitement that comes with the holiday season.  My son and I enforce more traditions at this time than we do on any other holiday--combined.  And we spend more time together as a family in these few weeks than we do at any other time.

I, unlike few other parents (lol), am willing to admit that I spoil my son mercilessly.  He is my one and only, and I don't have to share my income with anyone else if I so choose.  Therefore, he gets the bulk of my financial attention, especially at Christmas--even when he has been so inhumanely disagreeable that I balk at the idea of him deserving anything at all.  Which brings me to the point of this post...

Christmas, for me at least, has never been about deserving.  A difficult word deserving; it means to be found worthy, to have earned some semblance of reward.  And quite frankly, I just don't believe any one of us--no matter how sweet, thoughtful or kind--can ever be deserving of someone's love, affection or attention.  You see, love simply can't be earned; it is only given--freely, completely and totally.  Christmas and its subsequent gift-giving is not about whether a child was "bad or good", as the famous holiday songs jingle.  (Hence the reason I never taught my son to believe in Santa Claus, but that's for another day.)  Christmas is about showing love to others through our giving, and thus, you cannot earn it.  It is my expression of love to you; it only requires that you gratefully receive.

My family's practices, or traditions if you will, reinforce that concept, even down to the gifts we give.  What I'm looking for on Christmas morning is that ginormous grin that spans my family's face that lets me know I got it right.  And whether I ever receive anything Christmas morning or not, seeing my family huddled under the tree, satisfied and happy, is what warms my heart.  It consequently makes me tremendously happy, even if that happiness is momentary.  It's a small glimmer of hope in an unbelieving world, and no matter what you believe, hope is a concept we all desperately need.

Yes, Christmas has been commercialized and stripped of its true meaning.  We all know this: we've seen the Grinch steal the Whos' packages and watched speechless as Linus stands in the spotlight on a stage with his little blanket.  We've repeated this process every year, and maybe only on a small level does it ever really sink in.  We get caught up in the Black Friday sales, which don't even start on Friday anymore, and we're scrambling for that new hot toy or electronic something that our child(ren) just must have or Christmas is a total bust.  But really, at the root of it, all that scramble and hustle and bustle is about one thing: love.  Because if you didn't love the person who asked for it, as redundant and selfish and stupid as the gift feels or sounds, you wouldn't be out there every Thanksgiving hunting and scraping and fighting to satisfy those meaningless requests.

There's something about the spirit of Christmas that seems to set everything in my world right.  Don't get me wrong: I'm still very aware of those who go without every year, those who are cold and hungry, those children spending the holidays in foster care with state-assigned "parents" who care nothing for them.  I see the hurt in the world, more than ever during this season.  The great thing though is that the Christmas spirit, if you allow it to, it fills you up to be the change, the hope, that someone is dying for.  Maybe those someones live in your house.  Or maybe those someones are the little children you sponsor at Good Cause or Salvation Army.  It doesn't matter to whom you give that love, so long as you give it.

It's more than a little cliche to close this post with a call to action, to inspire you to reflect and ponder on these "deep and moving" things.  I will ask you to do nothing of the sort.  All I ask is that you embrace whatever traditions you observe--even if there are none--and share these moments daily with those you love.  We all know too well that so many are gone too soon (RIP Paul Walker), and every second is much too precious to waste.

So Merry Christmas, my dedicated readers, and go spread the love!


Thursday, October 17, 2013

RJS Book Review: Leaping Out on Faith

RJS Book Review

It's been a while since I did a book review, and I'm changing up the style a bit.  The suns were fun and really great, but I found with a rating system of one through five suns that I wasn't always able to accurately reflect how I felt about a particular work.  In moving to a grading system (A+ through F), I can be much more precise about what does and does not work for me about a book and/or movie.  So buckle up and enjoy because here we go again!

I've reviewed short story collections before, but I tend to avoid them.  Primarily because short stories are hard to write successfully.  (I should know; I still write them.)  The criteria is broad, but essentially there's only one rule: tell the story quickly enough that the reader can finish it in one sitting.  Do you know how difficult it is to grip a reader in ten pages or less?  You can say too much and end up with a novella or say too little and the work falls flat.  They say novel writing is an acquired skill; well, short story writing is a gift, the pinnacle of the art.  A short story must not only capture your attention, but it must move you.  It should leave you contemplating something by its end.  This is not easily accomplished.

So it was with grave apprehension that I set out to read Leaping Out on Faith by Rochelle Campbell.  The work is a compilation of four short stories, each about women in various stages of life facing major crossroad decisions.  "The Green Years" introduces us to Sarah, a high school freshman grappling with a broken heart.  The language is simple, and Sarah thinks the way a high schooler would, a credit to the author who captured the adolescent mind brilliantly in this story.  But perhaps it was why I found it so difficult to identify with the young girl.  Now in my thirties, high school feels so far away and its problems so trivial.

Sally, however, turned out to be a woman I remember from days long past.  There is nothing in the world like waking up in your fairy tale only to find that your nightmarish past has caught up with you.  In "Chambray Curtains Blowing in the Wind", the action plays out quickly and believably as Sally fights for her life and self-control.  "Knocking at the Door" reveals a nameless heroine, but probably the most thought-provoking piece in the collection.  As the stranger raps incessantly at the door, flashbacks of a love estranged plagues our heroine's mind--and heart as she decides whether or not she should answer.  Salera from "All God's Men" must determine if love can truly outweigh religious and cultural differences, a question many women at some time or another must have answered.

Ms. Campbell reveals not only her versatility in this work, as each setting is diverse and vivid, but also demonstrates her ability to draw the reader in with life situations that unwittingly cause us to question our own intentions and motives.  Each tale the author weaves could easily be a situation in which any of us could find ourselves.  We may not have made their decisions, but we have certainly thought those same thoughts.  We have struggled with the same pain, and we have answered the same questions.

I would have liked a subtitle.  It would have assisted with knowing this book was a short story compilation rather than a novel.  I could have done without "The Green Years", and ultimately, it may have been better not to lead with this story.  And I wanted more stories, a longer work.  It is clear Ms. Campbell possesses the know-how; I simply wanted maybe two or three more stories to fill the compilation out more.

I was pleasantly surprised by Leaping Out on Faith, and I'm glad I stepped out on mine to read it.  I'm sure you will be, too.

Grade: B-

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

What's In a Name?

Today, I'm thinking about my name.  I'm not sure I like it.  For the longest time, I kept wanting to change it, to be something or someone else.  Interestingly enough, I got that opportunity when I wrote Barely Breathing.  I changed my name to Micah Michele, and then all felt right in the world--until family members kept telling me they couldn't find the book.  I had to remind them I wrote under a different name, and then the repeated question was why?  When I got ready to publish The Grim, I thought I'd do it again.  Maybe not write under Micah Michele but fashion myself an even newer name that everyone was bound to love and remember.  It would be much better than Raynetta Stocks, and I'd live in infamy.

As good writers do, I asked for feedback.  I sent my family and friends several pseudonym options via email and said, "Which do you like best?"  This focus group turned out to be an exercise in disaster because no more than two people liked the same name, and of course, that exhausting question continued to repeat, "Why aren't you writing under your own name?"

Honestly, I was so infuriated by the question primarily because...well, I didn't have a legitimate answer.  I didn't know why I wanted to change my name or what I thought I would accomplish by doing so.  I wanted my name in lights--so long as it wasn't my real name.  And very quickly, that became a relatively ridiculous notion.

Shakespeare said, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."  I'm sorry, William, but I must beg to differ.  Our names have meanings, and if we bother to connect to those meanings, we'll find something very beautiful indeed.  Take "Raynetta", for example.  I looked it up and found that my name means "Law Unto Itself".  Well, hotdog!  Here I was thinking my grandmother just made it up because my parents couldn't agree on the two names they had picked out, and all the while God was whispering in my grandma's ear: "Name her Raynetta."  The explanation went on to describe very strong, accurate, and surprisingly positive characteristics about myself: a finisher, tolerant toward humanity, warmhearted, compassionate and empathetic, bold and independent, a freedom seeker.  I am all these things; they are the attributes I've struggled for the last three decades to see in myself every time I look into the mirror.

I can't say that everyone lives up to their name, especially if they are never told what it means, but innately, I believe our names become the foundation of what we grow to be.  A prophecy, if you will, of the person our parents pray we become.  It's the place we start from, the place we blossom from.  Yes, you could call a rose by a different name, and yes, it would still smell sweet--but that rose gained notoriety by its name not its smell.  Were it not called a rose, wouldn't it be more difficult to recognize in conversation?  To search for on the internet?  To request in the floral shop?  Your name is your first definition.  It's your first glimpse at your purpose.

How can I see any other name in lights besides my own?  If Micah Michele were plastered on a Times Square billboard, would something resonate in me?  By any other name, would my work be less good?  Perhaps not. But in some ways, attempting to rename myself simply disowns me from the dream I pursue.  Because if I ever achieved greatness with a pseudonym, that person would not be me.  I would not recognize her--and neither would the world.

Pages From My Diary


Pages From My Diary

I've been gone for awhile.  The writing process can be a bit solitary for most writers, and sometimes, you just gotta shut down and disappear for awhile in order for the muses to descend.  It happens.  I don't deny, however, that I've missed you.  And in the time I've been away, I've found there was a lot I've been wanting to say.

This new blog series is not at all about my work.  It's not about books I've read.  It's not even about movies made from books.  This series is about me.  I'm going to be vulnerable, I'm going to be open, I'm going to be honest--even to my detriment, as those instances arise.  I want you to know me.  Because my work is a reflection of who I am.  And you can't possibly understand that without my revealing a bit of myself to you.

My blog began as a place where I could share the many things I love about aesthetic entertainment, but in the time I've spent with you, it has become a medium to really connect and give you a piece of the writer, the person I am truly, and not so much the persona that comes with being an author and storyteller.  Being an independent author has it's perks, but I don't want to pretend.  As Sparkle so famously said, I want to give you something you can feel.

So, as always, I invite you to embark on another journey with me.  It'll be fun; didn't you know I'm a riot?

You can always find my diary entries on the sidebar under "Labels".  Click "Pages From My Diary", and happy reading.


Thursday, August 1, 2013

Launch Day: The Earthen Shroud

Yes!  Finally!  The Earthen Shroud is here!


I am so thrilled about this project!  This series has touched my heart in such an amazing way, and once you start reading it, I know it will get you, too.  You can purchase the paperback on the My Books page, and I will be posting an excerpt from the book on Goodreads today, as well as giving away e-book copies of the novel to lucky winners all week long!  You can enter to win below.  Trust me, you don't want to miss this!

Celebrate with me!  It's LAUNCH DAY!

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Thursday, June 13, 2013

We're Moving!


I have been blessed and fortunate for the last year to have a website to bring you the latest news, updates, and exclusives about me and all my books.  And 15000 views later, we have finally outgrown our humble beginnings!  Our site domain will still be raynettastocks.com, but we are expanding to our own server with a new interactive layout and exciting new extras!

On the new site, you will still be able to view and purchase my latest work, view and participate with my blog (including the last 100 posts) and read about what's new in my world.  But you will also be able to view new live interviews with feature authors, publishers and agents, read excerpts from debuting novels, and participate in live stream chats with interviewees.  I wanted my website to be an experience for all you faithful visitors, and this new website will give you precisely that.  The links to my previous posts may change, but we'll keep you updated on how to find everything you loved about the old blog and everything there is to love about the new one!

The best part about the new site is my subscription page!  The members only portion of the site will have exclusive extras like sneak peeks at my brand new novels, members-only discounts, an extensive catalog of unpublished works (like my short stories and poetry) and a new section called Pages From my Diary, my personal blog discussing everything from online dating to bariatric surgery.  You won't want to miss any of it, and I'm going to make sure you, my loyal readers, are first in line!  Stay tuned!

If you're already a subscriber of this blog, you will unfortunately have to re-subscribe, but the subscription page is going to be worth every bit of inconvenience this may cause you.  If you haven't already, you can always join my mailing list, and you'll still be kept up to date on everything Raynetta J Stocks via email.

Thank you so much for sticking by me.  This expansion is for you!  See you there!