Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Guest Blog, Spotlight, & #Giveaway ~ The Blue Effect:Renegade Heroes, 3 Part Serial by Rose Shababy

The Blue Effect by Rose Shababy is Now a 3 Part Serial!!

Please welcome Rose Shababy to the blog today as she talks about the main character of The Blue Effect Serial.

Blue ~ The Antihero

There are many story ideas that pop up in my head but never make it on paper. Sometimes I start writing, convinced I have the next great American novel, only to realize twenty thousand words in that I’ve just spewed out a great big steaming pile of trash.

Sometimes I wake from a dream in the middle of the night, my mind bursting with visions, and I hurriedly jot down pages of notes, convinced I’ve dreamt something brilliant that needs to be put in story form. Usually when I read said notes the next day, I find disjointed ramblings and nonsense words. Proving that you can’t really trust the natterings of a lunatic insomniac.

Once in a while, however, you get a story idea that niggles at your brain, burrowing deep in your consciousness like a tick on a dog. It won’t go away until you pluck it out of your head and put it down on paper.

The Blue Effect was one of those stories. It began with a not-so-amazing idea about a young man whom everyone thought was insane. Why? Because he believed he was a superhero. Like, truly, 100%, come-to-Jesus believed. Then he meets this girl and this boy, both who believe he’s crazy too, but come to admire his pluck.

The idea was vaguely related to a story I read as an adolescent called ‘Harry and Hortense at Hormone High’ by Paul Zindel. It’s about this crazy kid who believed he was Icarus from Greek legend (you know the one, his father builds these wings made of wax to escape the labyrinth and the Minotaur, but Icarus goes all giddy and flies too close to the sun, melting his wings and plunging to a watery sea death), builds himself some wings determined to correct the mistakes of the past, (and who saw it coming?) falls from the sky to his death.

I had a similar vision for The Blue Effect, except my crazy dude would turn out to not be so crazy. In the end, and after he dies, of course, everyone finds out he really was a superhero. It would be all tragic and ironic, and his friends would discover the better part of themselves as a result.

I sat down and started writing the story, convinced I had a masterpiece just waiting to pour out my fingertips, and spewed out about twenty thousand words. Twenty thousand words of crap.

I almost abandoned the project, convinced I’d created another dud. But something happened on those pages I’d written. I’d created a character named Blue, and given her a voice that would not be quieted.

She breathed and lived inside me, refusing to go away, and before long, I went back to the story and reevaluated.

Soon, Blue was screaming at me, and finally I started writing again. This time, I wrote about her. I let her express herself, her feelings, her fears, her story. She told me how alone she was, how utterly isolated she felt from the rest of the world. She cried and screamed and cursed, and every day I loved her a little more.

Before long, I realized she had to find somewhere she belonged, and I knew it was time to introduce her to the crazy kid from my original story idea. Only this time, he wasn’t so crazy. He wasn’t a kid anymore either, thus beginning an epic love that grew no matter how much I tried to push it in a different direction.

Soon, other characters began to emerge, and Blue’s world began to expand. She found a little bit of what was missing, and in writing her story, I found a little bit of myself.

You see, everything you might ever want to know about author Rose Shababy, you’ll find in the pages of Blue’s story. Because as it turns out, she is me. Exaggerated, sure, and I definitely don’t have any superpowers, but the essential personality is me.

Blue is hard and bitter, prone to obsessively maudlin musings at times, sometimes a little mean, and often lacks a filter.

But she’s also sensitive, quick-witted, funny, honest, unapologetic about who and what she is, fiercely devoted to her friends, oh… and often lacks a filter, with hilarious results.

I was head over heels for Blue by the time a close friend said, “Rose, you do realize Blue is totally you, right?” Stunned, I realized she was right, and even more stunned, I realized that writing The Blue Effect brought me closer to, well… me.

Through Blue, I was able to love myself a little more, forgive myself a little easier, grow. Blue is the epitome of an antihero to me; there is good and bad living inside her, and only she knows which direction she’ll go.

I hope you’ll join me for the ride; I promise it’ll be a fun one.

 The Blue Effect
Renegade Heroes 
Rose Shababy

Genre: Adult Urban Sci-fi/Fantasy

About The Blue Effect:

Blue Brennan is as intelligent as she is beautiful, but she knows when people look at her, all they see is a pretty face. With no family or friends, she also knows she’s alone in the world. She tells herself she’s fine with that, after all, the only person you can trust is yourself.

Then she meets Kasey, an unusual and oddly appealing man who sees right through all the barriers she’s erected. He reveals himself as much more than an ordinary man through a strange vision, and introduces her to his equally extraordinary friends.

Kasey insists that Blue is one of them, but she resists, too scared to let herself become part of something.

Going back to her lonely existence, she finds herself more alone than ever. When her emotions take over in one terrible moment, the powers she denied rage out of control, and she realizes the only person who can help her is Kasey.

But finding him means finding herself. Is Blue ready to face the truth about who, and what, she is?

Episode 1: Paper Dolls

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Episode 2: The Revelation:

Episode 3: The Last Dance:

Read an Excerpt:

“How do you do that?” I asked, finding my voice. I looked around the dance floor, at all the people frozen like 3D photographs. It didn’t make sense that I wasn’t scared by the situation at hand, but fear didn’t factor into my emotional state at all. I also wondered what it would be like to walk through the crowd and note all their bodily contortions and facial expressions, but I held back. At the moment I was more interested in hearing what this man had to say. “How did you make everything stop?”

“As to how I do what I do, I can only tell you that I do it. I know someone that can explain the how better than I. As to this,” he waggled a finger toward the still figures in the room, “this is all you. I can only help you … amplify what you had inside you to begin with.”

It was my turn to laugh, but it was humorless and harsh. “What are you talking about?”

“You have felt different all your life, no?”

“Sure. But doesn’t everybody?” I answered with an eye roll and looked around the room again. “Look at these morons. They’re all playing dress up, hiding their real selves from each other. But the truth is they’re desperate to find someone to love them. Hoping they’ll be important to someone, anyone, because they sure as hell don’t feel important to themselves. Hoping they’ll actually matter. Hoping that someone can take away the emptiness they feel every time they look in the mirror.”

He shook his head. “You are talking about yourself, not them. And they are not all like that. They are not the lifeless paper dolls you think they are, not even the ones trying so hard to stand out. And neither are you.”

His words confused me, and I felt myself growing angry. “Who are you?” I didn’t like the things he made me feel anymore, and I longed for the simplicity of the liquored-up daze I’d enjoyed earlier. I wanted to run away from him, but in the same moment I realized that nothing could have made me turn away from this strange man.

“My name is Kasimir Korsak. My friends call my Kasey. I would very much like to include you in that group.”

I shook my head. “If you know so much about me, you would know that I don’t have friends.” I put as much disdain into the last word as I could. I might want to find out more about the things that were happening, but that didn’t mean I trusted him. “Besides, what possible reason do I have to believe anything you say?”

His eyes were still steady on mine when he spoke. “You already trust me, Blue. You do not want to admit it because I am a stranger, but deep down you believe me because you hear truth in my words. You look around the room and see truth. You are different. Special.” He held out his hands, palms up in a gesture of openness. “You are like me, only you have not learned how to use your abilities yet.”

Abilities? I gaped at him. What the hell does that mean?

We stood in the strange, echoless silence, neither of us taking our eyes off the other. I wanted his words to be true. I wanted the differentness I’d always felt to be something special, wanted it with an urgency that pierced through the numbness. In the few moments I’d spent with this man I’d felt more emotions than I’d felt in years.

The realization finally brought forth fear, but it also brought excitement, and I wanted more. If his words were true, and he and I were alike, maybe that meant I actually belonged somewhere.

“I can show you if you let me.” He smiled again and as we stared at one another, thoughts that weren’t mine raced through my head.

Give me a chance to show you. There are others like us. You do not have to be alone anymore.

“Why should I?”

“What are your options?” He smiled. “Someone once said, ‘I may never be what I want to be, what I ought to be, but how will I know unless I try?’ That is all I am asking you to do, try.”

“Who said that?”

He grinned wider. “A superhero.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re kidding, right? This isn’t a f*cking comic book.”

The Blue Effect is also available on Amazon as a complete 3 part collection:

The Blue Effect: The Complete Collection, Episodes 1-3 (Renegade Heroes)

About the Author:

Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.
Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider.

Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.

Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.

If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.

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Rose Shababy said...

Thank you for hosting today!

Sapphyria said...

You're welcome :)