Monthly Archives: January 2016

INSIDE THE WORLD OF DIE FOR ME contest countdown: Day 7 (big prize)

It’s now 2 weeks until the release of INSIDE THE WORLD OF DIE FOR ME, and I’m going to continue the contest countdown. I am giving something away every day until Feb 9th, some days on Facebook, some days on Twitter (@amyplumohlala), and some on Instagram (@amyplum).

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There will be 1 big prize per week: this Amy Plum tote bag…

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This week’s tote-bag contest is … Create Your Own Revenant!

To participate, you have to make up your own fictional character, either bardia or numa, and give them a back story. Place them wherever you want in history, give them an era-appropriate name, and situate them wherever you want in the world.

Send your idea in an email to katieloumercier@gmail.com by Sunday night, and next Monday I will choose 1 entry to win the tote bag. Be creative! I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

UPDATE:

Here are the two entries that won the bag:

Andrada Parau from Romania

Since yesterday was January 25th, the day when Anne Boleyn and King Henry VIII got officially married, this plot is about them and their doomed destiny. What if Anne Boleyn became Bardia and Henry VIII… Numa?! I’m a medievalist, too. :)

Now back to our story… In 1536, the Queen sacrificed herself in order to save her daughter from his wrath, while he was cursed by a gypsy witch to walk among the humans without a purpose in life. King Henry VIII died as a human and was awakened as a Numa. With his memories erased by the witch, he had no clue who or where he was originated from. To the other people, Henry was just a broken man and not their former king.

As the years passed by, he became a shadow of who he used to be. However, he didn’t grow older and after a few decades he met the witch and found out the truth: That he is an immortal and his name is Henry Tudor.

Fast forwarding to the future – our present day – Henry (he decided to keep his original name) spots a young woman who brings up memories from his past life. The beautiful brunette is his second wife, Anne Boleyn – now named Rosalyn, who is a Bardia.

Will they reunite?!
What will happen with them in the modern era?
Now, they are sworn enemies, she is good, he is evil.

This is just a plot idea. I’ve always wanted to write a novel about The Tudors in the modern times and add some supernatural elements.

Emily Bouma from Australia

Location: Ancient Japan

Bardia or Numa: Both

First, a history lesson;

In ancient Japan there is an all powerful numa leader, known only as ‘The First’, she was the first numa to ever come into existence and has the gift of sight (seeing the Aura). Her story is a sad one, she was just 16 when she fell in love but her sister was already promised to him. she begged her father to let her marry him, but would did not, for her sister and this man were already in love. She devised a plan, if her sister was to perish, HE would be free to marry her. So, in the dark of night, she grabbed her fathers katana and went to her sisters futon where she slept. She raised the sword up high, ready to bring it down into her sisters heart. But He was there. Sleeping along side her. He woke to see what was happening and jumped up to protect his love. He was in front of the blade when it came down but not before he too had drawn his own weapon and they died together.

And then they woke up. She as a numa, He as a Bardia. except in Japan they are known as Hikari, The Light, and Yami, The Darkness.
To this day they are enemies, as are all Bardia and Numa. But she still loves him and it is this love that fuels their hate for each other.

History lesson over.

‘The First’ gathers up all Yami creating her army to fight the eternal battle of her love. they live as bandits and thieves, never staying in one place, and she is always thinking up new ways to get her revenge on the only man she will ever love.

He has come to be known as ‘The Bringer of Life’. He too gathers others like him, other Hikari, and trains them in the ways of the Samurai. this is how they live. protecting the people of Japan from the Yami.

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INSIDE THE WORLD OF DIE FOR ME contest countdown: Day 1 (Big prize)

It’s just 3 weeks until the release of INSIDE THE WORLD OF DIE FOR ME, and I’m going to hold a contest countdown. I’ll be giving something away every day until Feb 9th, some days on Facebook, some days on Twitter (@amyplumohlala), and some on Instagram (@amyplum).

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There will be 1 big prize per week: this Amy Plum tote bag…

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—and a smaller prize the other days.

For this week’s tote bag, we’re going to go with reader Zach’s idea: choose a city (besides Paris, Berlin or NYC, which are already in my books) and describe how you think the revenant culture is in that city. What would they do differently than revenants in other cities? (Bardia, numa or both!)

Send your idea in an email to katieloumercier@gmail.com and next Monday I will choose 1 entry to win the tote bag. Be creative! I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

UPDATE: The winner of the contest was Rosalie Hobbs with this entry:

 

Here is Rosalie Hobbs’s Honolulu entry for the Revenant Culture contest. (With her permission to post.) Enjoy!!!

“Ever since Die For Me I imagined Revenant culture taking place in my beautiful city of Honolulu. The state of Hawaii is a melting pot of cultures (Much like NYC)…

Here in Hawaii visitors only see a paradise. For the people who live here 24/7 it’s an entirely different story. Along with intense poverty; We hold the highest rates of teen suicides, meth addiction, and high school drop outs. For a place where culture thrives, there’s much turmoil hidden beneath the glamour.

However, Honolulu truly is a double edged sword…

Contrary to the paragraph above, Honolulu also offers an energy of loyalty, love, and hope. My generation is made of dreamers and go getters who’s attempting to change the world one step at a time. When help is needed, support is given without another world. Families here stick together with fierce loyalty no matter how bad the situation truly is.

There’s evidence of Bardia and Numa everywhere, even in our text books. Sometimes I’d like to think the most historical Bardia of Hawaii were our very own Monarchs of the old Hawaiian Kingdom. Due to the loss of sovereignty by Numa, present day Honolulu morphed into a Numa playground….

Then again, it’s all just my imagination ♡”

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Adieu, Ziggy…Ziggy, a dieu.

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My earliest memory of David Bowie was buying his The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust album at a garage sale in Birmingham, Alabama. I brought it home, having no idea what to expect, and was completely blown away. It made me feel things I had never felt. It made me feel wild, creative, subversive. It made me dream.

For at least a year it sat on a shelf in my closet between my Barry Manilow and Amy Grant albums and silently mocked its neighbors with its superior European coolness.

My next memory was from 9th grade: burning that album in a bonfire with other “evil music” as defined by a branch of the 1980s evangelical movement in Alabama. Some traveling evangelist with a book out on the evils of rock music had scared the crap out of me and I, like the brainwashed follower I was, obeyed. I remember the thrill of buying the album again as a CD a few years later and listening to it OVER and OVER and thinking, “If this is evil, then I’m ready to sell my soul.”

That experience taught me that the true evil is not in expressing yourself in a way others might fear or despise. It’s in condemning and banning creative expression. In destroying art.

All of my respect to this creative force in human form. RIP David Bowie. You are and will always be a giant in my personal pantheon.

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1 Year After Charlie Hebdo (part 2)

Do you ever wake up in the morning and think, “Today is the day I have to do something that counts!”? This morning I was sitting there eating my oatmeal and reading the news and I thought, “It’s been one year since the attacks at Charlie Hebdo. I should do something.”

So I chose the first thing that popped into my head: a Book Attack.

The polemic after Charlie Hebdo was all about freedom of speech, and not only do I believe (strongly) in that, but I also believe in the power and necessity of story. My stories aren’t groundbreaking political treatises. They have nothing to do with freedom of speech, besides the fact that I was able to write what I wanted and see it published. But my books are fun and entertaining and might just help someone forget their sadness for a few hours. So why not contribute a little bit of light to a dark day? “Books heal!” I thought, and started the wheels of my plan in motion.

First I gathered together all of my books in my inventory (okay, not all…but a lot):

5and selected a few copies of each. (Remember, Paris is very international. Even if I put a Bulgarian book out there, someone’s going to be able to read it.) I wrote a little note to put with each (Marie Cambolieu translated it into a pretty version in French), and then signed each book, indicated the book’s language, and stuck it in a plastic pouch. (It’s been raining. Hard.)

4I filled a couple of bags with the books, and set out to the Charlie Hebdo memorial, a couple of blocks away. But halfway there, one of the bags had gotten so wet I was afraid it would break. Plus I was feeling a little bit chicken, thinking there might be cameramen there. So I rang my friend Fiona’s doorbell and she agreed to accompany me.

First stop: old location of Charlie Hebdo offices, where the mayor and president posted a memorial plaque last week. A small pile of flowers had begun to amass, and cameramen and journalists were loitering, waiting for something to happen. Fiona and I dove in, I taped my note to the wall:

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Fiona and I hightailed it out of there, and headed a few blocks away to Bataclan, where it looked WAY too wet and soggy to leave anything made of paper, even wrapped in plastic. Plus, I wanted to focus on Charlie Hebdo, so we continued to Place de la République—the center of the Charlie solidarity demonstrations, as well as those after the November 13 attacks.

We walked around the fountain, searching for the driest possible space, before settling on a patch that didn’t resemble a small lake. And then it was all go, go, go, and run away before anyone could ask any questions.

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3One lady caught me while I was gathering my bags. She held up one of the book packages marked “en francais.”

“Are you the author of these books?” she asked me in French.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

Oh no, I thought. I’m going to cry. Did I mention that’s also something that occurs when people interview me about things I care deeply about? I tear up. Yeah. There’s a reason I’m a writer and not a TV presenter.

I did my fingernails-in-the-palm trick and tried to formulate an appropriate response in French. And, finally, only two words came out: “Books heal.”

The woman stared at me for a second, trying to decide if I was being sincere or if this was just a publicity stunt. And then she smiled broadly and nodded. “Yes,” she agreed. “Books heal.”

I turned and walked away as dignified as I could before grabbing Fiona and scurrying away. Mission accomplished. Project “Books Heal” complete. I hope it brought a few smiles and a little ray of light on this day of remembrance.

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1 Year After Charlie Hebdo (part 1)

It’s been a year since the attacks at Charlie Hebdo were carried out down the street from me. So this morning, I sneaked down and taped this to the wall above the memorial before any of the lurking cameramen could see me. I also did something else super-sneaky…more on that in the next post!

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I believe this with a fiery passion. As in…incendiary.

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