Monday, February 23, 2015

Virtual Book Tour: Inclination

The Questions for Inclination Blog Tour with Mia Kerick. Full Moon Dreaming
Hi, and thanks so much for welcoming me on your blog!! I have answered a few interview questions, some in a bit too much detail, but I often get carried away.

1) You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?
I’m going to have to go with my husband, Mr. Mia, as my person of choice. I secretly always thought he would be the guy to win Survivor, if he went on that TV show. Mr. Mia is skillful and industrious, and very outdoorsy. He is often quite clever with people. I think he’d keep me safe and he’d keep me comfortable, and for my one “luxury item” it would have to be a huge bar of chocolate, which would keep me sane.

2) Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?
I don’t really think that Grease exemplifies my life very well, but I’ve always felt a certain affinity to Sandra Dee. A little bit too sweet, not particularly cool, wears her heart on her sleeve—yeah, that’s me. I guess that would make Mr. Mia John Travolta, huh?

3)            What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Mr. Mia and I don’t have a lot of time to spend on romance. So, if we were able to do whatever we wanted, romantically speaking, it would start with my older kids coming home from college to watch my younger kids so I didn’t have to worry about them. (Excessive worry over children’s safety and happiness is not conducive to romance.) Once that was taken care of I would pack a bag for Mr. Mia and me, and we’d head to the nearby resort town of Meredith, NH. There, we would check into Church Landing for a long and relaxing weekend stay.

We would first share some wine and cheese in our cozy lakefront room.

We would head for the indoor pool and sauna and splash around together without looking at a clock once.

This would be followed by a leisurely dinner at the hotel restaurant, The Lakehouse Grille… with more wine.

And then back to the cozy hotel room for time spent together with no CELL PHONES or COMPUTERS. Maybe a movie…or maybe not.

4)    When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
I always start with a plot. I usually get an idea for a story from a song, or a current event that is on my mind. So I start with the idea, and then I create the characters I want to live out my story.
5)    If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
I think I would like Angelina Jolie to play me. I think she would do a very good job. (Well, you asked, and I figured, why not reach very high?)
6)    Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?
Jack Torrance of The Shining. It is all in the eyebrows. They are sooo… creepy.

7)    Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
I am a huge Mahatma Gandhi fan. I can’t get enough of his philosophical statements. Read The Red Sheet and you can see some of my favorites in action.

8)            Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?
I truly think I have already told some of these cutting edge stories—for example Us Three, with a YA threesome, and A Package Deal, with an unconventional “family”, of sorts, and now Inclination, a YA gay Christian work of fiction. Maybe some people are ready for them, but there are definitely many readers who are skeptical. My job is to help them to see love—romantic, religious, and friendship—from my perspective. And if an idea strikes me in the future that is possibly a bit ahead of its time, I will not hesitate to write it.

Book Name: Inclination
Release Date: February 25, 2015
Author Name: Mia Kerick
Author Bio:

Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty-two years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young people and their relationships, and she believes that physical intimacy has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press, Cool Dudes, and CreateSpace for providing her with alternate places to stash her stories.

Mia is a social liberal and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights, especially marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

Where to find the author:
Twitter: @MiaKerick

Publisher: Cool Dudes Publishing
Cover Artist: Louis C. Harris
Sixteen-year-old Anthony Duck-Young Del Vecchio is a nice Catholic boy with a very big problem. It’s not the challenge of fitting in as the lone adopted South Korean in a close-knit family of Italian-Americans.  Nor is it being the one introverted son in a family jam-packed with gregarious daughters. Anthony’s problem is far more serious—he is the only gay kid in Our Way, his church’s youth group. As a high school junior, Anthony has finally come to accept his sexual orientation, but he struggles to determine if a gay man can live as a faithful Christian. And as he faces his dilemma, there are complications. After confiding his gayness to his intolerant adult youth group leader, he’s asked to find a new organization with which to worship. He’s beaten up in the church parking lot by a fanatical teen. His former best pal bullies him in the locker room. His Catholic friends even stage an intervention to lead him back to the “right path.” Meanwhile, Anthony develops romantic feelings for David Gandy, an emo, out and proud junior at his high school, who seems to have all the answers about how someone can be gay and Christian, too.
Will Anthony be able to balance his family, friends and new feelings for David with his changing beliefs about his faith so he can live a satisfying life and not risk his soul in the process?

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Romance, Young Adult, Christian, Spiritual

I’ll pass on the Kool-Aid, thank you

It sounds like a joke, but it’s all true. Every student who volunteers his or her time on a weekly basis at an animal shelter, a hospital, or a home for the elderly receives a free lunch on the last Monday of the month, putting to rest the veracity (got that word on the last SAT practice test I took at my desk in my bedroom the other day) of the old idiom, “There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”  And as I spend every Sunday afternoon patting and playing with cats at the Centerton Humane Society, I qualify. If nothing else, it gives Mom a day off from making me lunch.
“It was so disgusting.”
I drop down into my usual seat in the cafeteria beside Laz, my tray with the bowl of free macaroni and cheese, a slice of bread, and milk, sliding onto the lunch table in front of me. “The mac and cheese?” I ask. “Last time I had it the stuff wasn’t too bad.” It’s not one of Mom’s gourmet lunches, but it gets the job done.
“No, Anthony.” Emma Gillis rolls her eyes and swallows her bite of free mac and cheese she earned by reading classics to the elderly on Saturday mornings at the New Horizons Elderly Center. She gulps in a breath and informs me with her usual haughtiness, “I was telling everybody about these two old men I read to last Saturday who think they are some kind of couple. They actually kissed each other.” She fake-gags.
“I threw up a little in my mouth when I saw that!”
For my own personal reasons, I gasp, while everybody else snickers.
“Those old dudes must be losing it, as in, they could have Alzheimer’s or something, and they forgot that dudes belong with ladies, not other dudes.” I glance over at Lazarus, who abruptly stops babbling to suck down the first of three cartons of chocolate milk. “But seriously, that’s messed up.” Laz wrinkles his nose in distaste and runs his hands through his shaggy dark hair, before moving on to carton number two.
I’m basically frozen, my hand still hovering over the slice of wheat bread on the corner of my tray, my mouth hanging open. I might even be drooling.
“It’s not their fault, Emma.” Elizabeth-the-devout always takes the case of the underdog. It’s how she’s wired. “They’re just sick in their minds.” She sends Emma a you-ought-to-be-ashamed-of yourself sort of frown. “We, as Catholics, are called to compassion.”
Everyday single day at lunch since freshman year, I’ve sat with the kids from the Our Way youth group. In fact, the other kids in my grade have long referred to our lunch table as “Our Way to Survive Cafeteria Food”, which somewhere along the line got shortened to the “OWSCF Table”, which eventually morphed into “awe-scoff”. I have always felt safe and secure sitting at the awe-scoff table. These are the kids I’ve prayed with three times a week at Our Way, and the ones who I was confirmed with in ninth grade. I’ve collected toys for the poor with these kids—in fact, for three years running we’ve made sure that no child in Wedgewood missed out on having a small stack of Christmas gifts, and that brings about some major bonding. We’ve shared weekends camping in the Maine woods, singing and holding hands and sometimes crying when the Spirit moved us.
This is my safe spot at school, like my tiny room is my alone spot at home.
“If you ask me, all fags deserve to die for going against Christ and everything that’s natural. They should be forced to drink poison Kool-Aid, like those cultists had to do down in Jonestown…’member that?” Is that Rinaldo Vera who just suggested mass murder as the “final solution” to the gay problem?
Sweet, passive Rinaldo—the gentle giant. Um, not so much.
“I saw a TV movie called the Jonestown Massacre.”
“I caught that too…those people were warped.”
The conversation drifts away from the vileness of homosexuality, toward the disturbing personal stories of the few survivors of the Jim Jones Cult Kool-Aid Massacre. But I’ve heard more than enough, in terms of stuff that pertains to me.
Feeling as if I’m going to lose what little lunch I ate, I jump up off my chair and race toward the boys’ room in the hall near the cafeteria.
Maybe there really is no such thing as a free lunch.

Pages or Words: 70,000 words

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  1. Congratulations, Mia! It sounds like a great premise...

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  2. Congrats on the releases Mia! This one sounds awesome too =)