Elizabeth Fisher
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My novel, Curse Me Not, introduces Appalachian unsophisticate Elzetta Swan who has recently gained the ability to see auras and the more lucrative ability to clean revenge curses from those auras. Embracing the gift faster than grass through a goose, she’s about to finish her first year as a licensed "bodywasher" in Knoxville, Tennessee, with a countrified inner child that’s skipping all the way to the bank.

Suddenly a routine cleansing turns ugly, leaving Elzetta to suspect a professional invoker has come to town—one who’s hooked on the rush of setting particularly nasty curses. If that wasn’t bad enough, the invoker may be visiting at the invitation of a mysterious local with a malicious hard-on for revenge.

As Elzetta attempts to track down the invoker as well as the source of rage feeding the invoker’s addiction, she must confront threats to both her trendy new life and the hallelujah hankering she’s formed for the reluctant—and way too sexy—urban white knight who’s helping her. Will those confrontations end up creating in Elzetta a vengeful rage all her own?

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Elizabeth Fisher lives in east Tennessee and has deep Appalachian roots that involve all the usual elements—moonshine stills, horse thieving ancestors and rumors of illicit banjo pickin’. Fortunately, due to her father’s less felonious North Carolina heritage, Fisher makes an honest living as an author, freelance writer, editor and graphic designer. In her spare time, she reads, hikes and attempts to oil paint. She believes she’s making great strides in creatively incorporating the errant hairs of her cats—Buck and Bozo—into her still lifes. Her loving husband, Tim, is not so sure

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Human Aliens

Posted on September 26, 2017 at 3:38pm 0 Comments

While I write paranormal romance and urban fantasy, many members of my local writers group focus on science fiction. At a recent group meeting, we fell into a discussion of how hard it is to develop truly "alien" aliens. After all, anything that comes out of a human brain, no matter how sci-fi’ish, tends to be anthropomorphic and thus too comprehensible, even familiar.

Following the discussion, we assigned ourselves an abbreviated writing prompt: create and profile an alien, where the alien is of the sex opposite our own (e.g., my alien would be male). Of course, that the alien would have a sex at all is still anthropomorphic but…

Well, the whole “alien aliens” thing got me thinking.

Remember the movie Men in Black, where Will Smith’s character stands before an array of monitors tracking all the registered aliens on Earth who had taken on human form? (Elvis Presley, Danny DeVito and, I believe, Al Roker were among the many that showed up on the screens.) Anyway, that scene gave me the idea to make a collage of people past and present who I thought would be aliens in the MIB world. My criteria was not consistent. Sometimes a person came to mind because of how they looked. Sometimes it was because of what they had said or done in life. Most times it was because of both.

And so voilà! Here’s my montage of “human aliens.” It was a fun exercise, and I challenge you to try your hand at creating your own collection. You’d be surprised how much your montage ends up saying about you rather than about the people you include.

And just for giggles, here’s my attempt to “write” an alien. I suspect I should stick to paranormal romance and urban fantasy. Science fiction is too hard!


My Life As a…


Romance Shmo-mance

Posted on July 24, 2017 at 4:11pm 0 Comments

While we women authors often include at least a touch of romance in our novels, it doesn’t mean women understand romance better than men or even that we’re better at "working" it. Perhaps—and this is just my opinion—women simply have more fun with romance than men do.

Let’s suppose for a moment that the love of fun is the reason women authors rule the fiction genres that include a pivotal romantic element. Well, as the author of a novel with a romantic subplot, I can tell you that, for me at least, romance is more fun to have than to write.

Here’s the problem: Good fiction romance must be fresh absolutely, but it must also carry a few standard elements such as conflict, chemistry, obstacles and, finally, resolution (happy ending, tragedy or something somewhere in between). Thus, while romance is fun, writing about it can be “unfun.”

One thing I found as I wrote Curse Me Not, the going got much easier when I decided to stick with a realistic, modern approach to the romantic element in the novel. As one of my reviewers (five star, thank you very much) noted, the interaction between my heroine and her love interest was “sweet, sexy and more importantly, not cringe worthy.” Another reviewer commented that my treatment of romance was amusing and entertaining, but the focus on the actual plot was never “lost in the lust.”

While Curse Me Not can be classified as a paranormal romance or urban fantasy, the novel is far more than the story of a romance with a twist. It’s more of a twist with a little romance. After all, a woman is not defined by the romance she finds (or doesn’t find), and neither is my…


Women of a Certain Age

Posted on June 18, 2017 at 3:00pm 0 Comments

I got fed up.

My favorite fiction to curl up with has usually been a mix or urban fantasy and paranormal romance. Yet now after bingeing on the genre for a while, I find myself diversifying.

Yes, I grew bored with the standard tropes associated with, let’s call it “paranormal fantasy.” You know the tropes I’m talking about: good vampires in love or bad vampires on the rampage; guilt-ridden yet heroic shape-shifters; witches who serve more as sex objects than as empowered women.

Aside from that, however, what really had me stepping back from “paranormal fantasy” was the absence of relate-able, realistic heroines. Invariably, the generic heroine is between the ages of 18 and 22, yet they always show the situational maturity of a thirty or forty-something. Granted, we’re talking speculative fiction here, so some willingness on the part of the reader to step outside reality is required. But c’mon. An adolescent heroine just hasn’t lived long enough to earn the right to be a truly multi-dimensional character in the face of calamity.

When I wrote, Curse Me Not, my “anti” paranormal fantasy, I first created a subtle, far more believable paranormal aspect to the story: my heroine (Elzetta Swan) can see people’s auras. Then I placed Elzetta in her early 40s, so the story could examine age-appropriate insecurities, hard-won skepticism and adult sensibilities. The story also shows Elzetta to have outgrown that “first love” phase of life. Instead, she would—and does—look upon idealized emotion with a certain level of fear and mistrust.

Victoria Lane of TheRomanceReviews.com wrote this in her review of my novel: What I liked…was that it focused on the case, the drama of what was happening. The romance is realistic and totally believable, and I seriously appreciate that the main characters are older than 40. Ali Barnard of Bargain Book Reviews was even more effusive. She wrote: I loved this book. Most [in the genre] are…


A Flash in the Pan

Posted on February 24, 2017 at 11:30am 0 Comments

Flash Fiction is a short—sometimes really short—form of storytelling. The number of words required in flash fiction differs from writer to writer, editor to editor, contest to contest, but some purists insist that it’s a story told in less than 75 words. For less-rigid flashers, anything under 500 words is flash-worthy. Either way, and despite the limited length, flash fiction can be a bitch to write.

For instance, the paragraph above is 68 words. Could you tell a complete story in a paragraph just a little longer than that? Yeah, writing flash fiction ain’t as easy as it might seem.

At a meeting of my writing group (a subgroup of the Knoxville Writers Guild), we decided to try our hand at writing a specific piece of flash fiction that we would enter into a contest in October sponsored by Brilliant Flash Fiction. This online “zine” showcases writers from all over the world, and the contest required 500 words or less using the writing prompt: It Came in the Mail.

Now, would you believe I won Third Place! I admit to being totally jazzed about it because there were a lot of good entries. Anyway, here's what I submitted:

The Secret of the Snoring Time

          “What you got there, Millie?”

          I shrugged as I pulled a greeting card out of a red envelope. “It came in the mail addressed to me, but there’s no return address. It’s a Valentine card, of all things.”

          “Well, you already got your card from me this morning with the chocolates,” Franklin said in a rush as though he’d be…


Number Two Is the Shits!

Posted on January 4, 2017 at 4:00pm 0 Comments

It’s time.

I’ve had my first novel published. I’ve garnered great reviews. I’ve created my website, my blog, my fool Twitter feed (or whatever!). I’m even close to finishing the novella that will act as a bridge to my second novel. So now it’s time to start on that second novel—for real.

Yeppers, Number Two is the shits. The time for excuses and procrastination is over. I must “sits” and I must “thinks.”

In a piece for Tor.Com, fellow author Caragh O'Brien writes, “Book 2 is often a gnarly, perilous, fascinating project, with built-in constraints and a backdrop of pressure from deadlines, critics and readers. Even with solid plans for a sequel, it’s not uncommon for writers to step into Book 2 intimidated. Guts are mandatory.”

Never once did I expect the self-generated pressure which would come after my first novel. I naively assumed life as an author would be all downhill from there. Silly, silly me!

At least I know my characters and enjoy them, much as my readers do. I even know what I am going to say in Book 2 through those characters, so that’s good. I just have to keep these tips from other authors in mind:

  • Book 2 will be just as hard as the first to write but in different ways, so I need to suck it up and get on with it.
  • I can guiltlessly treat myself to chocolate on writing days since the stuff’s been proven to increase blood flow to the brain!
  • Since Book 1, I’m bound to have improved as a writer. I need to use that experience going forward.
  • I have loads yet to learn about writing. For me, that’s one of the most fun aspects of authorship.

So there you have it. I’ll keep you posted and let you know how it’s going. And if you see me wondering around muttering to myself, pulling out my hair or…


Buck & Bozo: Two Paranormal Curses (and Blessings!)

Posted on November 13, 2016 at 4:30pm 0 Comments

Cats have long been associated with the paranormal. One might first think of them as feline familiars to witches, but that is so not the beginning or end of their story. In Japan, myth says cats turn into super spirits when they die. Another culture believes cats routinely accomplish astral travel even in life. The Ancient Egyptians basically deified them.

And, of course, everybody knows cats can see ghosts.

​​Now, I don’t know what all this means for me. Even though I have penned a paranormal romance, I haven’t suspected my boys, Buck and Bozo, of having particularly paranormal aspects to their character. I’ve just adored the twin tabbies for their mystery and “inscrutability”—well, that, and the fact their purring is better than a month’s worth of therapy. Besides, they really love me back, and such reciprocated devotion is a true mark of a human’s worth as any cat lover will tell you.

Yet, I realize now that Buck and Bozo are not just blessings but curses too. Paranormally (at least to me) their cat hair seems to be found on every surface and in every corner of the house regardless of how often I clean or how often I groom their coats. Then there’s the possibility the boys are secretly attempting arcane ritual of some kind that will cause me to self-combust. They do this by joining me in my chair for some late night TV—one in my lap and the other draped over my legs—where they emit a gazillion BTUs of body heat. Regardless of the season they leave me panting and sweating like a jungle explorer down with malaria.

Next comes The Look. At any time one or the other of them is staring at me, all but expressionless yet with something in their eyes that leaves me wondering. Are they deciding which bits of me to devour first should I expire in…


A Preter-what?

Posted on October 10, 2016 at 2:00pm 0 Comments

When I wrote my novel, Curse Me Not, what I didn’t count on was how I would see myself after the writing was done.

The paranormal twist I use in Curse Me Not is one that speaks to auras and curses upon auras. The fundamental question I had to answer as I developed the book’s alternate reality was this: While we can perceive our 3-D self just by looking in a mirror, how does our aura fit into our perception?

That each person has a luminous aura surrounding us is nowhere near as far-fetched as, say, the existence of werewolves or the efficacy of witchcraft. Indeed, a lot of people consider auras to be more than just a heat signature picked up via thermal imaging or a perceptual disturbance experienced by someone with a migraine. As a result, the more I researched for my book, the more metaphysically minded I became.

In my heroine’s world, auras are how humans manifest themselves beyond what is normally perceptible to the five senses. Auras are part color, part emotion, part state of mind, and part indication of who we are if civilization was stripped away. In Curse Me Not, I used the term preternatural to describe that altered perception. By the way, preternatural is a real word; preter comes from the Latin “praeter” which means beyond or past. Fitting, I think.

Establishing the rules in my heroine’s alternate reality was a difficult exercise, not from a writing standpoint, mind you, but from a personal and metaphysical one. Creating a world where auras are perceived by a select few and where curses on those auras directly affect people’s lives caused me to rethink my own view of existence.

By the time I finished the last chapter of Curse Me Not, I realized my heroine had spoken…


With Dialogue Alone

Posted on September 26, 2016 at 2:28pm 0 Comments

As a newbie author, I recently realized how important—and fun!—it was to be a member of the Knoxville Writers Guild and the guild’s Sci-Fi/Fantasy Writers’ Group. I can’t believe how much I’ve learned over the past year and how much of what I’ve learned has affected my writing.

Here’s a case in point. The group’s latest “flash fiction” experiment was to write 500-1000 words composed solely of dialogue where the scene either begins with or features one of these statements: "No matter what happens, don't drink the water."; "We're not asking the dragon for directions"; "Forget the fish. We need to leave. Now."; "This is all a joke. Isn't it?"

What a challenge this turned out to be! Granted, I fudged on the dialogue-only part once at the very end. Still, this was not just a lesson in dialogue. It was a true drill of “showing, not telling”—that most difficult of fiction-writing maxims.

See if you think I “showed" the story well enough with dialogue alone.


"Forget the fish. We need to leave. Now."

“But it’s a fangtooth, Slapnutt. They’re so tasty!”

“We don’t have time to stop and let you chop it out of that frozen stream, Ooda Loop. The snow is starting to cover the trail. Cut the crap and keep moving. Besides, I can’t feel my paws.”

“But I’m hungry. Damn, and fangtooths are so good eaten cold.”

“Ogre’s teeth! You’re always hungry.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”


“Shut up, Ooda. You have the fur of a woolly snuffle and the foot-pads to match. You wouldn’t freeze between a yeti’s legs. I, on the other hand, am just hairy. Besides human skin is worthless against the cold. And I was…


Sorry. No Blood Suckers.

Posted on September 21, 2016 at 2:00pm 0 Comments

It’s only natural that my novel, Curse Me Not, should fall into the genre that I read the most and like the best—paranormal romance. What’s unnatural, however, is the novel doesn’t involve any of the usual suspects found in the genre. Not a one. In fact, to some paranormal romance lovers, I may have committed a sacrilege.

For instance, Curse Me Not manages just fine without:

  • A vampire, whether good or evil, teenage or daddy of ‘em all
  • A werewolf or other furry shape-shifter who just happens to make hairy look good
  • A witch with bodacious boobs or a wicked laugh
  • A fay creature such as fairy, sprite, elf, faun, brownie, nymph . . . you know, the basic fantasy line-up.
  • A ghost, spirit or banshee (Well, come to think of it, one of my characters does qualify as a banshee in a non-paranormal sort of way. In the South, we call 'em bitches!)
  • A god or mythic being (C’mon! If there really had been an Atlantis and an Atlantean had lived for every Atlantean written about, well, it would explain why the mythical island sank.)

Seriously, folks, I haven’t broken any law by bringing a new twist to paranormal romance. After all, the genre is a subset of “speculative fiction.” To quality as paranormal romance, Curse Me Not just has to boast an element—In addition to romance—that’s outside the “real world.”

Nonetheless, the paranormal element in my novel is not the existence of auras. I’m not ready to say auras aren’t real. Nor am I talking about curses on those auras. No way would I dismiss the efficacy of curses on some people out there.

No, the truest paranormal element found in Curse Me Not is my heroine herself, an unsophisticated woman who can see auras and clean away…


CURSE ME NOT by Elizabeth Fisher

Posted on August 20, 2016 at 1:15pm 0 Comments

Payback really is a bitch.

Join Appalachian unsophisticate Elzetta Swan as she explores the preternatural side of a world where revenge curses are real, auras manifest themselves to a select few, and the Golden Rule barely qualifies as a guideline.

Southern Appalachian unsophisticate Elzetta Swan has recently gained a rare ability considered very lucrative in her reality. She can see people’s auras and clean revenge curses off those auras. Even though the gift comes wrapped in premature menopause and ill-timed hot flashes, Elzetta embraces it faster than grass through a goose. As the story opens, she’s about to finish her first year as a legally licensed bodywasher with a countrified inner child that’s skipping all the way to the bank.

Suddenly a routine aura cleansing turns butt ugly. Elzetta suspects a professional invoker has come to town—one who’s hooked on the rush of setting particularly nasty curses. If that wasn’t bad enough, the invoker may be visiting at the invitation of a mysterious local with a serial hard-on for revenge.

Well-intentioned but often out of her depth, Elzetta attempts to track down the culprits. In doing so, she faces deadly threats to both her trendy new life and the hallelujah hankering she’s formed for a reluctant—and way too sexy—urban white knight who’s crossed her path.

“Fisher’s characters have personality traits and quirks that breathe life into this spellbinding…


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