I tend to be late in responding to awards, but respond I do. Back in July 2017, the thoughtful professor, writer, and novelist, Charles French, nominated me for the Unique Blogger Award. Thank you, sir. Please forgive the lengthy time lapse.
Since that time, a lot of wonderful things have happened to Charles French. Like this: He published a book series, with two novels out already – Maledicus and Gallows Hill. Congratulations!
- Share the link to the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
- Answer the questions.
- In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate 15 people and notify them.
- Ask them three questions.
Instead of nominating others and asking them three questions, I invite you all to join me in answering the questions below. My own answers are in blue and bolded.
- What is one goal you hope to achieve with your blog? I hope to be able to get into the regular routine of writing. So much so that if I don’t write every day, I think I’ll need to eat more fiber.
- If you could travel anywhere, with money as no issue, where would you go? Although I would have reservations (of the mental kind), I wouldn’t mind traveling to the moon and be moved speechless by the endless view of stars. That would certainly fill up my ole bucket (travel) list.
- If you could have a conversation with a character from a work of fiction, who would it be? What would you like to talk about? I would choose Alexis Zorba from Zorba the Greek by Nikos Kazantzakis. I would talk about how to enjoy life at the fullest.
Terror of the sea,
Running around the ferry,
Ripping through the aisles with glee,
Screaming like a banshee.
A little old lady,
Offers him a chunky chocolate cookie,
He sits to munch silently.
Shortly, he joins his sister, Lily,
Who is napping already.
With eyelids fluttering softly,
He snoozes eventually.
“The new phone book’s here… I’m a somebody now.” This hilarious quote is from Steve Martin’s character in the movie called “The Jerk.” Unlike that film, however, the new book that’s got me excited is an anthology — America’s Emerging Literary Fiction Writers: Northeast Region.
Once again, the publisher invited me to submit a short story from any of their given genres, and I chose “Lliterary.” I submitted a piece about finding true love . . . and they decided to publish it!
I encourage you to read more about my story if you’re so inclined in the matters of heart, relationships, and “homemade” meatloaf. Before I commit any more spoilers, the links below will take you to either Amazon or the publishing house’s website to purchase the book in paperback or e-book format.
May you be uplifted and inspired!
We live to love,
Love to give,
Give to live,
And the cycle goes on . . .
(Click here to read more about my last short story, published in the Massachusetts’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Fiction).
Links to purchase the first book:
(Happily, Pa has a sense of humor.)
Here’s to a
I gave up my workout session to read the final chapters of this book and when I finished, I wanted more. Thankfully, this new book is the beginning of a new series, featuring Colter Shaw, a traveling survivalist whose job is to seek monetary rewards for, among other things, finding lost people. Based on his upbringing and his now-deceased parents’ rich assets, Shaw sounds like he could afford to choose which rewards to collect. The story starts with Shaw tracking a distraught father’s missing teen-aged daughter. The outcome leads to another missing person with the events mirroring a once-popular video game. True to Deaver’s style, this suspense story is one twist after another with subplots that are just as engaging as the main one. Additionally, the reader gets interesting insight about the gaming world and some survivalist know-how. Game on with this one!
Spring fling is in swing. What’s better than having a thing with the King? Yesterday she attended a local amusement park show to hear the singer’s baritone and dance to the beat of his gyrating hips. After the show, their eyes met and held steady. A photo op with the entertainer came next and she ran to his side with arms akimbo. Her chest grazed his and sparks flew. Who knew? One thing led to another after drinks. Alyssa smooches the Polaroid photo of her posing with the Elvis Presley lookalike. His lips are at their sweetest the morning after.
Tranquility in practice,