Mr. Swinebottom and I have been cookin’. And we’re not cookin’ up trouble, at least not this time. Scurry on over and let’s see this masterpiece…
Check it out, Arcians and consider supporting a fellow author. I realized after reading Devil in the Wind’s blurb that 1.) It sounds very interesting and 2.) I know next to nothing about Australia. Thus I need to read and learn about these bush fires of 2009.
I pre-ordered my copy. Check out the links for more information. I’m adding this eagerly to my summer reading stack. ☺️📚📚📚
Hi, Folks! It’s #ShareAReviewDay Tuesday again, and our guest this morning is Frank Prem. Frank is sharing a review from his poetic anthology, Devil in the Wind. After reading this, I’m sold. I’ve pre-ordered this one to add to my collection of poetry anthologies, and I suspect many of you will as well. Thanks for checking it out today, and for sharing far and wide, as well.
Mick rated Devil In The Wind5.0 out of 5 stars on Goodreads
Like Frank’s previous book, Small Town Kid, this collection of poems tells a story of rural and small town Australia. But the similarities between the two books end there.
Whereas the previous collection was a celebration of boyhood in Frank’s hometown, this is an account of the dreadful bushfires of February 2009 that swept through parts of Southern Australia, the area that is home to the author…
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Share a happy thought below. Could be an accomplishment, could be just a hello. Let’s try to encourage one another.
And for all you fellow writers out there–keep moving forward! ☺️
There’s still time to take a crack at this excellent writing prompt. Two writers took us on adventures and their links are below. Cheers!
I’m experimenting with these contest things, trying to think of ways to get creativity flowing, imaginations growing and neurotransmitter reward paths triggered. Er, I mean, I want you to have fun. Right? Right!
So this week, I want you to imagine you come across a treasure chest. The setting and circumstances are yours to invent. But you need to tell the reader what’s inside…eventually. Build up a little intensity; spice it with anticipation or season with mystery. Do your thing and we’ll read it. We’re looking forward to what the treasure chest reveals for you.
The rules are below. No winners/losers this week; we’re just swimming in the sea of creativity. Pass the conch shell, would you? I need to sharpen my pencil.
While you’re here, hit subscribe and stick around for awhile. We’d love to have you.
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Join in on the fun, Arcians! Ker-kaw! Mix and mingle.
I was invited by fellow author KaylaAnn to join the party and I’m inviting you, too. Dust off your sports coat, polish those teeth and read over the rules. Have fun and see you at the taco bar!
New Year, Same You!
While 2019 is definitely a chance for all of us to make some improvements and to strive towards those (realistic) goals, ultimately, we are the same inside. And there is NOTHING wrong with you being you! So share all about yourself in the first Blog Party of 2019!
For those of you who are not aware what a blog party is let me break it down. Generally speaking, a blog party is an online gathering for bloggers of all kinds to meet and engage with one another.
Here are some simple rules:
- First off, everyone is welcome to participate in this Blog Party (even if you do not currently follow me, although I would LOVE it if you did!) -> If you are a new follower of my blog, say hi and let me know so that I remember to drop by your blog and…
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Listing some personal goals below that are related to my own writing. I kept them short and to the point. Have your own you want to share? Leave them below and I’ll take a looky-lou. I believe in encouraging others, especially fellow writers, on reaching their goals and dreams, too.
I look at goals as something to steer towards on the horizon. Even if we don’t meet them all, what did we learn and gain along the way?
I’m having a hard time wrapping up my final edits on my horror novel, M.B. Finishing a book, I’m finding, is like letting go of a friend. Anne is the name of my protagonist and she’s modeled a bit after me (but not entirely). We’re both intelligent women, both love old houses and each of us have our quirks. And our stubbornness.
I’ve been visiting Anne at her house, dragging my feet around her hallways while she pecks away at her laptop busily. Anne works as a freelance programmer inbetween renovating her house in her semi-retirement. I tend to mope and throw myself across her couch, counters, floors and rugs. I hide behind her long curtains and look out onto her front yard and the tree I placed at the edge, just outside the front row of bushes. Anne ignores my antics politely and reminds me to wipe up my smudge marks I leave on her windows.
Anne’s blunt and direct, like me, but slightly more patient. One of our latest conversations went a bit like this…
I’m working behind the scenes currently in securing an editor for my latest novel, M.B. She was recommended to me by an author in my area whom I’ve come to know in the past few months. On the outside I am the professional, helpful writer–listening and waiting patiently, hoping my novel portrays itself well. Inside I am a giddy seven year old, hyped up on cotton candy and screaming for more sugar, RIGHT NOW, MISTER!
I am calm. All is bright.