Lynn Kazi

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PublishAmerica has accepted my latest book now available: 

 

Humility Before Honor

10 Short Stories Meeting Faces Through Scripture

 

Humility Before Honor  invites readers to witness dramatic events that shaped humanity!

 

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YOU'VE GOT A TWO TIME PUBLISHED AUTHOR IN TOWN!

 

  

Frederick, MD -- 8 June 2003-- PublishAmerica is proud to announce that it has acquired the rights to publish Swordsman on the Narrow Pathway, by Chula Vista's Karen Turner. PublishAmerica expressed confidence today that Ms. Turner's second book will quickly resonate with an audience. "We were already familiar with Ms. Turner's work from her first book, Cottonland Songstress. Swordsman on the Narrow Pathway is another well written and crafted work of contemporary fiction. PublishAmerica primarily publishes works by, for or about people who face a challenge in life, and who overcome it by turning stumbling blocks into stepping stones. We believe that Ms. Turner is an accomplished talent in this field."

 

Most of PublishAmerica's books are written by new and previously undiscovered talent, such as Chula Vista's two-time discovered author. A traditional publishing company, PublishAmerica pays advances and royalties while offering a distinct alternative to authors who would most likely be overlooked by larger, more commercial publishers simply due to their lack of experience in the industry. More details about book and author will soon appear at www.publishamerica.com. When released, the book will be available through all local bookstores as a trade paperback.

 

For more information, please contact PublishAmerica at support@publishamerica.com. You may also contact Karen Turner at scribl@pacbell.net.

 

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Featured author "In The Spotlight," San Diego Christian Writers' Guild monthly newsletter, Your Royalty Note - April 2004

Excerpt from Interview:

Three years ago, novelist K. Lynn Kazi read about the San Diego Christian Writers Guild in The Christian Times. She joined and attended her first Fall Conference last year, trusting that the knowledge gleaned and friendships made would compensate for missing a day’s work as a medical transcriptionist.

Kazi discovered the Chula Vista critique group where she learned “to hear what readers respond to and writing techniques that readers are looking for.” “My critique group has been genuinely supportive, instructive, and their written samples are thought provoking adventures,” she said.

Kazi grew up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her father, a city police officer, kept the bills paid while her mother stayed at home and cared for K. Lynn and her older brother. When she complained about the commercials in her morning cartoons, her mother encouraged her to write to the station. When an apologetic reply appeared in the return mail, the second grader realized the influential power of well-crafted, written words. “I connected with my third-grade creative writing class and, on occasion, noticed my mother etching words onto a notepad, which she called her ‘manuscript.’” Soon thereafter Kazi started manual typing her own book of quirky fiction, with a side series of sassy critter tales.

Two months prior to Kazi’s elementary school graduation, her mother died. After finishing high school she enrolled in a local community college and took a part-time job in the campus library. She soon switched from full-time student to full-time public library employee. There, she learned to love opera through the audio recordings. She continued to write and her poems appeared in the city bookmobile’s monthly collection of submitted verses.

Thirty years after her mother’s premature death, “the Lord humbled me into submission,” she said, “directing me into His Word for daily replenishment and bold revelation of His infinite wisdom and my total depravity.” She moved to San Diego in 1994 and now fellowships at the Covenant Reformed Chapel of San Diego.

She returned to her childhood pastime of story writing and completed a first person novel paralleling her quest for a new career. Her search for an agent or publisher yielded repeated rejections. By her tenth rejection she had already started her next novel.  She now has two published novels: Cottonland Songstress (PublishAmerica—2001) and Swordsman on the Narrow Pathway (PublishAmerica-2004).

Kazi would love to write another novel involving an early rock-n-roll performer. She also has a raw draft of a sequel to Cottonland Songstress stashed away and has queried various magazines with an expanded version of a tribute to her mother’s influence on her writing.

 

  Interview

Karen Turner (pseud. Lynn Kazi)

 How did you get the idea for Swordsman on the Narrow Pathway?

 

The idea came from a general observation that African-American tenors were scarce on the dramatic stage as the romantic hero.  Also, I read disappointing interviews by performers maintaining that “luck” or the “music gods” boosted their labors toward success, claiming not to be “fanatic” about faith.  The Swordsman character Keldrik Devancer represents a hero of conviction and courage, both on stage and off, who kicks superstition through the uprights and enters each battle a confident warrior in Christ’s army.

 

Are you a musician?

 

No.  I used to think my voice gave winning harmony in a choir, but now I know that was a lie.  These days if I'm visiting a congregation, the person singing the hymn beside me in the pew may compliment me, but it's all my testimony of conviction.  As a lifelong music lover -- R&B, rock, blues, concertos, and symphonies -- I have great respect for musicians trained in the ability to read notes, compose with honor, and perform melodies that have lasting appeal over time.

 

When did you begin writing?

 

I was about 6 or 7 years old, creating cartoon characters at home, and shaping stories around their wacky adventures.  At school a teacher started a Creative Writing segment to our studies, and I learned somewhat about rhyming schemes.  But it was my mother who offered the best instruction and encouragement.  Before I even started school, Mom had been giving me a superior education right at home, multiple materials handy, while Dad earned the living. 

 

Can you describe your novel in 50 words or less?

 

Swordsman on the Narrow Pathway involves a soulful Gospel tenor following his childhood dream for center stage heroic leads, leaving a lovely fiancée behind until her neglect is soothed by a brawny, stylish executive's office promotion pitch, testing talented Keldrik’s faith against suspicion and mocking co-stars in on-and-offstage warfare.

 

What is your favorite scene in the book?

 

I like the outburst between Keldrik and his father disputing a black man’s station on the dramatic stage, as well as scenes involving Keldrik’s actual stage confrontations.  I’m also partial to the dialogue between Keldrik and his fiancée Iresha, whether in romantic bliss or a heated argument.

 

Who are other notable African-American dramatic tenors?

 

Thomas Bowers, a Philadelphian on tour in the 1850s – Bonanza built an episode around him starring William Marshall in 1964.  Roland Hayes, a Fisk alumnus with a distinguished career in the early 20th century.  More recently, George Shirley, Francois Clemmons, Thomas Young, Roderick Dixon, Lawrence Brownlee, Paul Williamson, many more.

 

What would you want your readers to take away from the book?

 

New friends in the persons of these gifted, tested, gutsy charactersA stimulated interest to explore classical drama set to music.  An encouragement for our stage and studio performers to hold onto a commitment to drama, and our motivation to support them.  Perseverance toward respectable goals in or out of the arts can transport you far from familiar territory, so never travel without your Bible.

 

What satisfies you about writing?

 

I love getting into my characters’ heads, creating dialogue, setting up situations that paint pictures and pull the reader into the scene -- senses they can feel, food they can taste.  To me, my characters are real folks even when the story is fiction.  Some of them are sure-enough sour company and get on my nerves, but that's how rotten they are, in word and deed.  On the other hand, I miss my heroes when I'm not writing about them.  They have something to prove, in a style that defines what shapes their character.  But in the process, they've got to get touched up, too.  It hurts when I have to hurt them, but that's how they learn.  I like the opportunity to reach a reader dealing with conflict, and bring at least one hero's testimony of direction, answers, courage and trust.

 

Can you describe your journey to publication?

 

I used the Literary Market Place directory at the library to contact agents for Cottonland Songstress who did not charge a fee and accepted first-time authors.  After several rejections, I sent for Sally E. Stuart’s Christian Writers’ Market Guide and found PublishAmerica listed, then contacted them with a query letter introducing my novel.  They requested first three chapters, then the entire manuscript for review.  To my stunned surprise, Cottonland Songstress was accepted and published in the fall of 2001.  Two years later I submitted another query letter to PublishAmerica for Swordsman on the Narrow Pathway.   They asked to review the manuscript, and two weeks later accepted it for publication, released in January, 2004.

 

What did it feel like to see your work in print?

 

First I was struck by PublishAmerica’s impressive cover design for Swordsman on the Narrow Pathway, because they used dignified insight in representing Keldrik and Iresha in a happy moment.  Their pose is likely early in their relationship.  Iresha had just graduated, glowing with anticipation of her man laboring close to home. Keldrik was in love, holding down a steady job, wondering how to break the news to his lady about taking the next step toward fulfilling a childhood dream.  Plenty of conflict awaited them, concealed behind their contented smiles.  Then, I realized my responsibility to present quality drama to readers.  It’s a hopeful, humbling experience.

 

What was the best writing advice you received?

 

From Writers’ Digest:  Show-don’t tell, revise, revise, revise, writing is re-writing, never give up.

 

Which authors have inspired your writing?

 

Charles Spurgeon was a master at metaphors, his daily devotionals flow with them.  Charles Dickens used killer description.  Richard Wright was gifted for graphic assault.  Ernest Hemingway gets a mention for his technique with perspective.  Erle Stanley Gardner excelled in dialogue, and August Wilson’s brand stirs home-cooked regional roots into his characters’ distinctive voices. 

 

What advice would you give to other aspiring writers?

 

Don’t be cheap with your language.  Develop an extensive vocabulary, so that your narration and characters express attitude in unique, colorful terms.  Script writers  of radio dramas from the 1940s and 1950s (audio available online) couldn't take license with laziness.  Confined to rules that respected their audience, they had to finesse a technique that dodged profanity.  It worked, and their characters never lost a shred of intensity.  Successful examples are The Adventures of Philip Marlowe by Raymond Chandler, Suspense, The Whistler, Mr. and Mrs. North, and Tales of the Texas Rangers.  These programs are rich in metaphors that pull you into waves of human conflict.  Build a home collection of favorites your library offers:  biographies, dramas on CD, screenplays in print.  Even classic serial comic books from the past.  Learn to write a good query letter.  A subscription to Writers Digest is helpful.  When you send a query letter or a manuscript by ground mail, always enclose a self-addressed, stamped envelope, and make sure you stick enough stamps on the SASE.    

 Do you have another novel planned?

 I’m working on a novel about an early rock-n-roll performer.

 How can readers get a copy of your book?

Details at PublishAmerica.com (1-301-695-1707),  Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com (see Favorite Links below).  

e-mail at lynnkazi@publishedauthors.net  or

 

            klturner@publishedauthors.net

 

Ask your favorite book store to order ISBN 1-4137-0949-4 for Swordsman on the Narrow Pathway!

Excerpts from SWORDSMAN ON THE NARROW PATHWAY

Yuri Putyatin’s four-band party in a posh Los Angeles ballroom proved to be his rowdiest yet. The irrepressible baritone was feeling particularly feisty after strutting his 25th performance as the lustful Don Giovanni. With exhausted laughter after the final refrain, Yuri collapsed into a plush sofa, hauling his female companion down with him. She stroked his alloyed-sand hair, close-cropped to a familiar wide peak,while he quaffed his brew in three gulps. Bearing a ruddy tone to his fair, boyish features, Putyatin made a misleading villain, his charm an ally for shaping deception.

Emerging from the deep mug, he slurped the foam off his mustache and launched into effervescent criticism of all other singers, particularly acclaimed tenors:

“They built up Giusti’s anniversary year, but he’s through! He better enjoy all that attention they’ve been heavin’ his way, ‘cause it won’t last long. They’ll throw those flowers on his tomb tomorrow if he keeps tryin’ to match my pace today! You notice those featherweight baritones they’re pairin’ him with. He couldn’t last one scene toe-to-toe with my Iago. That’s why his manager keeps tryin’ to push him down into the pit. Everybody sees his hulkin’ butt draggin’ on that stage! I’ve seen the puppeteers up in the rafters, too,pullin’ his strings. Do you think the audience doesn’t see his forced movements? When his strings got clipped in that fourth act, he took a hard drop, like to popped his dentures loose!”

“Yuri, careful,” his lady friend hushed. “There are reporters here!”

“Hey, the more the merrier, especially the cuties I already got my eye on. You keep tryin’ to shut me up, I’ll tell ‘em how your buttocks festered with flab before the lipo job. Now zip your hole till I need it! Whose party is this, anyway?”

“What’s your next appearance, Yuri?” a local reporter asked.

“I’m next appearing between this heifer’s knees, then this one, that one … Don Giovanni has risen from his fiery condemnation!"

 “Is Giovanni your favorite role, Yuri?” probed another news scribe,smelling meaty quotes.

“I’ll always hate that theoretical brimstone ending, but it’s a blast up to there, so I give it my all. Same for Scarpia, but worse – he gets blazed on by a bush, and has his best payback as an off-stage stiff.

"So my favorite’s gotta be the gonads tower who lasts to the closing scene, even if he’s haulin’ it to the hills! Throw in Iago,and I can personify a collection of guys who come so natural, they’re hardly work at all! Verdi shoulda went with his gut to re-title Otello after the real star – Iago – but I guess his hard for the bard won out."

“Word has it,” a third Caucasian male reporter noted, “that Keldrik Devancer could be the next African-American tenor to portray Otello, possibly opposite to your Iago.”

“If that stooge decides to quit hidin’ in Europe and come hit the boards with me, he better bring his shoeshine kit. Then, if he can see his sooty reflection while he’s kissin’ my boots, he’ll recognize a real loser! Meanwhile, the spade can kick up the Harlequin shuffle over there in walk-on land in his card-deck tights! Those’ll be the only diamonds that chump’ll ever wear!"

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    Fifty push-ups in an East Side New York gym hardly began to release Keldrik’s pent-up tension. He bounded upright on his magnetic-walker sneaks and sent his wrapped fists hammering a windmill battery into the overhead beanbag. Steaming rivulets cascaded from his frowning head, rolling streaked branches through his tank top and spreading down into spot-stained sweat pants.

His fierce flurry could not be missed by the surrounding athletic clientele, even while engaged in their own individual workouts. The other pore-beaded black men watched him with mounting interest, looking up between sparring rounds, rope skips, arm curls, and bench presses.

Gradually, each man laid a piece of equipment aside, and moved toward Keldrik, who was now pounding the sand bag in a focused spot where he mentally pasted Klaus Bruner’s face.

“Y’all get a swimmin’ pool in here yet?” he asked between sweat-splattered punches. “I’d like to get in a few laps.”

“Naw, ain’t no swimmin’ pool in here, man,” a dubious athlete replied.

“Lose your job, my brother?” a towel-draped boxer speculated.

“Nigger throws down that heavy, gotta be a job, his woman, or both,” deduced another athlete.

“You step up to the interview, slam dunk,” Keldrik’s words jabbed with his sharp blows. “You skate with their sanitized formalities, ‘cause that’s how the deal goes down. But their minds are already made up.  Ain’t nothin’ but a played-up auction block.” Keldrik’s salted commentary drew affirming nods from his brother athletes.

“That’s the reason I don’t go down Paddy Peckerwood’s road no more,” said the rope-skipper. “My woman works for the state, and my momma won’t let none of her boys go hungry.”

For the first time, Keldrik lowered his fists and looked squarely in the direction of that last comment. “A man’s gotta have his own,” he barked. “Cribbin’ outta Momma’s pocket-book don’t make you a man. Manhood starts above the belt; in your heart, your head.”

“Who is you, nigger? Derek Jeter?”

“He’s too black to be Derek.”

“Hold up, y’all. I seen this slick-talkin’ nigger in here before,” recalled the brother doing arm curls. “Comes in and out every year. Ain’t from around here, likely.”

“Pittsburgh,” Keldrik declared.

“Yep, that figures,” scoffed a boxer. “Wouldn’t hardly nobody admit that out loud. What you be comin’ up to New York for, to see some real women?”

“After what I seen across the big dip, these New York females couldn’t carry a Moroccan sister’s slop bucket.”

“You been to Morocco?”

“Thought I’d hop down to check it out while in Europe.”

“You in the military or somethin’?”

“My agent gets me gigs over there to sing.”

The brothers weren’t sure which question to ask next.

Finally, the hefty bench-presser broke the silence: “Sing somethin’.”

Reflecting on the past several hours, Keldrik cranked into action those remaining muscles daring to rest.

Folks walking along the block turned curious heads toward the gym, startled that the customary crunch-chorus pouring into the street – grunts, curses, barbells’ klatunk, beanbag blappidablappida, gloves pounding thoop, thoop, rope-skipping skoltikskoltik – yielded precedence to soaring richness radiating a majestic refrain as familiar as barbeque after Sunday School.