Check out this great review of C.S. Boyack's new book, The Yak Guy Project, from this post on Staci Troilo's blog.
Check out Part 3 of Rachel Poli’s short story, Number One Suspect, from this post on her blog.
George held open the door for Lilah as soon as they made it Prevalli’s Restaurant. Lilah walked in first and then stepped to the side to let George walk in front of her. She figured now would be a good time to let him handle all the talking.
“Hello, how are you?” the hostess greeted them right away.
“I’m doing well, how are you?” George replied with a polite smile.
“Great,” she said a little too enthusiastically in Lilah’s opinion. She picked up two menus and looked back up at George. “Table for two? Would you like a booth?”
“No, thank you. We’re not here to eat.” George declined. “Is your manager around?”
The hostess paused for a moment before she finally nodded her head. Her voice shaking she said, “Oh, sure. Let me… Just let me go get him.”
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Meet author Roger Peppercorn from this post on Rachel Poli’s blog.
Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
Things about myself? Well I’m not sure where to begin. I really don’t like talking about myself *cough* but if I must pontificate about myself at length I will marshal on. It’s funny because as a writer you are of two minds the narcissist and the demur. I say this laughingly because if you give me a mic and an audience of at least one it’s like flipping a switch. I like to tell stories and make people laugh. It’s what I am best at. I obviously can’t speak for other writers but I would be willing to bet they too are victims of their own hubris. I was raised as a child during the economic downturn that gripped the Western slope of Colorado.
As a child I often spent a lot of time daydreaming. The stories and events that lived in…
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Check out this short story, Trust, from Sally Cronin’s Flights of Fancy, as featured in this post from the Smorgasbord Invitation blog.
Here is another of the stories from my first story collection.. Flights of Fancy.. This time the story of a woman and a dog who come together on a harsh Welsh mountain.
The house was quiet. The men had left a few minutes ago and already she felt alone. The ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall intruded into the silence. Time was passing slowly and each minute felt like an hour.
Claire stared out of the kitchen window at the gathering gloom. It would soon be dark, and she would be unable to see the mountain rising above the house, harsh but fiercely beautiful. It was this mountain that had attracted them last spring, the lower slopes covered in lush grass dotted with the cotton wool white of the ewes and their lambs. The craggy rocks of the mountaintop jutted up into a…
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Meet author Greg Payan from this post on Linda’s Book Bag Blog.
I think most people who are regular Linda’s Book Bag visitors know in the last two or three years my husband has had a mini stroke and my Dad has died from a massive one so you’ll understand why I have invited Greg Payan onto the blog to tell me about his book.
If you’re an author who’d also like to stay in with me to tell me about one of your books, please click here for more details.
Staying in with Greg Payan
Welcome to Linda’s Book Bag, Greg. Thank you for agreeing to stay in with me. Tell me, which of your books have you brought along to share this evening and why have you chosen it?
I’ve brought along, Please Stay, my recently published memoir. It tells the story of my then girlfriend (now wife) who was stricken at the age of 39 by a near fatal brain…
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“Selling” for free I had a client ask me recently why you can’t price an ebook as free on Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing platform. The author wanted to promote her first book by giving it away — she’d been told that was the best way to make a splash. I told her that you…
Check out this guest post by Felicity Sidnell Reid as featured on The Story Reading Ape Blog.
Spring has finally arrived, after an April that proved, once again, to be the “cruellest month”. Unfortunately, as happens when spring comes late, it is also short—blink and everything has changed. A kaleidoscope of colour shifts into the green of early summer.
Spring’s late… Summer’s watching…
Too optimistic for our location,|
in March we yearned to celebrate
an official changing of the guard.
Winter seemed ready to retreat,
but recalcitrant spring flew in,
shifted uneasily from foot to foot.
then fled snowdrops shivering
after a bitter Easter, leaving us
powerless in April’s ice-storms,
Two weeks later, she returns
Birds nest and sing in triumph,
fish swim the creek, rabbits run
through gardens, suddenly
blue, yellow white and red.
Longed for flowers bloom all at once—
scilla, hyacinth, tulips, daffodils,
forsythia, anemones, even magnolia!
A bounty almost insulting, as though
Spring is thumbing her nose at us.
But today the trees…
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