Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Blog Tour: Bayou Myth + Guest Post With Author Mary Ann Loesch




Please join me in welcoming Mary Ann Loesch as Guest Host on The Avid Reader today. Mary Ann Loesch will be telling us about Greek Myths in the Bayou. Thanks Mary Ann Loesch for visiting today.




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Book Title: Bayou Myth

Author: Mary Ann Loesch

Published: May 5, 2012

Publisher: Dragonfire Press

Kindle Edition:

Pages: 240





Excerpt:




When I was born, Lester Renault, my papa, took one look at me and decided I was special—too special to have a name with no meaning. Since he and Momma were unclear what the special name should be, they settled on calling me Baby Girl Renault until they could make up their minds. That’s what it still says on my birth certificate, though I plan to legally change it when I turn eighteen in two years.

Papa should have called me different, not special. Special implies greatness, but different gives off the feeling of freakiness, which described me early on. A few weeks after my fifth birthday, I started to hear voices.

The world never treated me the same.

The warm March morning when my mother awoke to the song of the bayou bird and my life changed, she discovered her favorite silver bracelet missing. Momma considered the bracelet her lucky charm, claiming it contained good gris-gris passed down from my papa’s ancestors. A token of my father’s love for her, the snake shaped bracelet rarely left her arm, and the thought of it disappearing had Momma worked up good.

“Damn it all straight to hell!” No one could understand how a pretty, petite blond like Momma could have such a vulgar mouth. That day she took it easy, though and kept her swear words to a minimum. “Damn, damn, damn.”

“Momma,” I called. “What’s wrong?”

“Baby Girl.” She marched out of her room, the accusation already in her blue eyes. “Did you take my silver bracelet?”

“No, Momma.”

She squatted in front of me and touched my face. “Now, c’mon darlin’. Tell Momma the truth. Did you take the bracelet? I know how much you like it.”

“I swear I didn’t.”

For a moment, she continued to stare into my eyes, but I guess she saw something that made her realize I spoke the truth. She patted my curly head and smiled. “Alright then, Baby Girl, I believe you. Just keep an eye out for it.”

I left her and headed outside into the morning sun and my beloved bayou. Dangerous and beautiful at the same time, the swamp provided endless fodder for the imagination. I dashed through the cypress trees, following the call of the birds and the low song of the frogs. A little green snake slithered across the path, and I made a wish on it for good luck, heading deeper into the swamp, towards my tree.

The locals of Monte Parish, Louisiana called it the Old One, and it grew, gnarled and twisted, in a clearing just off the banks of Hera’s Swamp. Stretching impossibly high in my five year old mind, I believed it fell to the Old One to brush blue paint onto the sky. I loved the tree, and spent hours leaning against it, imagining simple little daydreams.

That’s where the voice first found me.

“Child.”

I turned, surprised someone snuck up on me without my noticing. But no one stood there. I looked the opposite direction, to Hera’s Swamp, only to find the same.

“Sweetheart,” the voice whispered again and the smallest of shivers ran down my back.

“Where you at?”

“Everywhere.” The soft Cajun lilt of a female voice surrounded me. “I am your Grandmere, the start of your young blood.”

My Grandmere? But that couldn’t be. Both my grandmothers were still alive and well. I stepped away from the tree, ready to run home.

“Don’t be frightened,” she soothed. “I’m here to guide you.”

“Guide me?”

“Yes. Check the hidey hole.”

I glanced at the fist sized hole at the base of the tree. Something shined inside it. With the fearlessness of a child, I thrust my hand inside, feeling a hard and cool object. The diamond eyes of Momma’s snake bracelet winked at me in the morning light as I pulled it out.

“But…how?” I asked.

“I took it.” Grandmere’s voice echoed in the clearing. “Time for us to meet.”

“Why?”

“Grandmere is to be your spirit guide.”

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. This is a good thing, a blessin’. You gonna do things ordinary folks can’t. People will call you the next great voodoo mambo, the high priestess.” To my right, the air moved a little. Turning to the spot, I willed whatever hid there to show itself.

“Ah. You are a powerful little thing already.” Grandmere chuckled. “Strong willed. I like that. You sure you’re ready to see me, girl?”

I nodded. The air turned a soft gold, and I could make out the image of a person standing before me. It strengthened, solidifying and bringing the relaxing smell of jasmine. I studied the girl. With skin a deeper brown than my own mixed tone and her hair tucked under a red scarf, she fascinated me. Two great gold earrings hung from her ear lobes. A white dress, cinched tightly in the middle with a cloth belt to show off her tiny waist, flowed down to her bare feet. She called herself my Grandmere, the Creole word for grandmother, but she didn’t look old as one with that title would be. No. This girl reminded me of my seventeen year old cousin, Cherise, young and vibrant, one with the Earth.

Her eyes held my gaze, and I wanted to bask in the deep hazel I saw there. Beautiful. She smiled, curving her plump lips into pure softness.

“Baby Girl, it’s my joy to finally meet you,” she said.

“You ain’t really my Grandmere, are you?”

“Oh yes, from many generations back. In my life time, over a century ago, folks called me Marie.”

“You’re too young to be a grandma. Grandmas are wrinkled and smell like old clothes. You look like you should be in the big kid’s school.”

“I’m taking the form you’ll be most comfortable with. As you age, I’ll age a little, too, Baby Girl.”

“That’s what my parents call me. I don’t got a real name yet.”

“After today, you will.”

“What’s gonna happen?”

“Everything.”

She stepped towards me, hands outstretched. I closed my eyes, expecting to feel coolness at her touch. Instead, heat slid into my skin, warming my blood, stirring something untouched. And that’s when the voices came.

The noise of them surrounded me. Cajoling. Sly. One voice brought me to tears with the deep sorrow imprinted into its tone. Another made me laugh with the joy it contained. I don’t know how many there were that first day, but I fell into the proverbial rabbit hole and never could pull myself out. Wonder consumed me, and a shift in my brain occurred, a change in its makeup that hadn’t been there before. I felt it as surely as I heard those voices.

And then they stopped. A trickle of sweat rolled down my face, slipping into my open mouth. The salty taste caused me to open my eyes, expecting to see Grandmere, but she’d gone. Only the bayou remained, untouched, unharmed. I stood, trying to steady myself and when I felt my strength come back, I ran.

“Momma!” I shouted when our house came in sight. “Momma!”

Something in my tone must have alerted her. She came onto the porch, the worry creasing her young face. I remember her hand brushed back a wisp of her soft blonde hair before she held out her arms and caught me in her embrace. I pressed against her, glad to be home.

“What’s this, Baby Girl? What’s wrong?”

I pulled back and held out the bracelet, watching her eyes widen as she took it. Taking a deep breath, I explained all that had happened to me in the bayou. Momma didn’t say a word the whole time, and I worried she didn’t believe me, that she thought I’d taken the bracelet after all. When I was done, her eyes were dark with thoughts I couldn’t comprehend.

“Joan.” I looked at her, not understanding the word that came from her mouth. Who was Joan? “Your name should be Joan.”

Joan? I rolled the word around my mouth. Joan.

“Yes.” She sat down on the porch steps. “You are my Joan, an old soul in a young body.”

“Why Joan?”

“It’s for Joan of Arc. She heard voices, too,” Momma said. “She was a strong person with stronger beliefs. A person with great courage.”

Great courage. I liked that. And I loved my Momma that day more than anything else in the world. Not once did she question my story or ever doubt me!

When Papa came home from work in the evening, Momma told him about my experience. His face turned sad as he heard the tale, and I thought I’d done something to upset him. Maybe he didn’t believe me.

“Papa, I’m telling the truth,” I said.

“I know you are, darlin’. I had a great aunt who had the same thing happen to her. Our family is no stranger to the calling of the voodoo laos or spirits.” He picked me up, leaning his dark head against my lighter one. “I had hoped you would be spared the gift though. It skips generations, and I wanted it to skip right on past us. Life isn’t easy for those chosen to be taken under Grandmere’s wing, Baby Girl.”

“Was she really our Grandmere?”

Papa put me down and walked into his bedroom, eventually returning with a small wooden box. Opening it, he rifled through some pictures before handing one to me.

“That’s her,” I said, shocked to see the woman in the bayou smiling at me from the old photo. “Marie.”

“Indeed,” Papa confirmed. “That is the great Marie Laveau, the most famed voodoo queen of the time. We are descendants of one of her sons.”

I gave the picture back to papa.

“You don’t want to keep it?”

I smiled and shook my head. No. I didn’t want to keep it, didn’t need to. I knew I would be seeing Marie again and again. She was to become my savior, as well as, the root of all the teasing and torment that shaped my young life.

What use did I have for a photograph?





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Greek Myths in the Bayou



Ever since I was a kid, I've loved Greek myths.

The idea of gods and goddesses influencing the lives of mortals intrigued me. Maybe that's why I’m so drawn to writing! In my novels, I get to play with the lives of my characters and make them do all kinds of crazy things.

When I was a theatre major at school, I was asked to play the part of Medea in a graduate skit. I actually didn't know who Medea was at the time so like any good little actress, I did some character research. Wow. Talk about your crazy moms and hell having no fury like a woman scorned! I discovered that Medea was a witch who fell in love with Jason. Jason was the guy trying to get the Golden Fleece. Basically, Medea helps him and he survives all of these terrible hardships because of her. They run off, get married, move to a new town where Jason becomes a very important person, and have two kids. Eventually, Jason decides that living with a witch isn't good for his reputation anymore, so he ditches Medea for the King's daughter. Medea is devastated. She decides to do the only thing she can to really get back at him: she kills the kids.

I have to admit I was intrigued--especially since the Medea story is still played out in today's society with women like Susan Smith or Andrea Yates. I even wrote a short story about Medea in modern times called Bayou Scars. This story became the inspiration for my young adult novel, Bayou Myth.

Bayou Myth is the tale of Joan, a teenage voodoo queen in the making. Joan is a quirky girl who really just wants to be normal. However, when you talk to dead people, work voodoo curses, create zombies, and have Marie Laveau for your spirit guide, normal just isn't in the cards.

I loved the idea of having voodoo in the story and when I researched it, I discovered that the religion of voodoo has lots of spirits who are sort of like the gods and goddesses of ancient times. In fact, the voodoo pantheon reminded me a great deal of the Greek pantheon. So why not combine the two? After all, the Romans were always stealing Greek gods and giving them new names so why couldn't I?

I also decided to include some familiar Greek myths in the book like the tales of Medea, Icarus, Hercules, and Medusa. However, I gave them a little voodoo twist that I think the reader will enjoy.



Curious about Bayou Myth? Here's the synopsis!



As a sixteen year old voodoo queen in the making, Joan Renault just wants to be like all the other girls in the small town of Monte Parish, Louisiana—obsessed with boys and swamped with social lives. If the other kids would quit calling her “hoodoo hag,” she might have a small shot at normality. It would also help if Joan’s weekend outings with her secret crush, Dave, weren’t always being interrupted by her dead Grandmere, the legendary Marie Laveau. After all, it’s hard to make out with your best friend when your grandmother is watching! But when you come from a long line of voodoo priestesses with dried gator heads decorating the wall of their huts, normal doesn’t come easily.

When Joan witnesses the brutal sacrifice of a child to a tree Druid, she learns her Grandmere’s scandalous past has come back to haunt those living in the present. Hera, a vengeful voodoo priestess is determined to use the residual energy of Pandora’s Box to revive a sleeping voodoo god and declare war on the descendants of Marie Laveau, especially Joan. Suddenly, Greek myths are being re-enacted all over town, and Joan has her hands full trying to sort it all out. With the approach of Samedi’s Day—the voodoo day of resurrection—Joan must learn to accept her destiny in order to stop the approaching threat to her family and friends.





Mary Ann Loesch Bio



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Mary Ann Loesch is an award winning fiction writer from Texas. Her urban fantasy, Nephilim, was published in July 2011 by Lyrical Press Inc. An avid blogger for All Things Writing and Loesch’s Muse , Mary Ann has also contributed stories in the horror anthology, All Things Dark and Dastardly. Her latest book, Bayou Myth, was released in June 2012. While she loves dirty martinis and cuddling with her dachshund, she loves fan mail even more! Contact her through her website at Mary Ann Loesch.





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3 comments:

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Thanks for having me today! I love your site!

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I forgot to mention that Bayou Myth is free right now at Amazon for your Kindle! Here is the link: http://www.amazon.com/Bayou-Myth-ebook/dp/B007SQVIVY/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1344432073&sr=8-2&keywords=bayou+myth

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