Thursday, April 16, 2015

Book: Mango Days: A Teenager Facing Eternity Reflects on the Beauty of Life

This isn't an official review. I didn't post it on Amazon, but I may.

I was in a reflective mood. I wasn't feeling well, and Easter had just past. Jesus faced his crucifixion and ressurection. I picked up my Kindle and ran down the categories. There I came upon Mango Days: a teenager reflects on the beauty of life. 

This is an autobiography of Patty Smith a young teenage journalism student,who loved to read, write, go to the beach, shop, pal with her many friends, who learns she has non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, a supposively curable form of bone cancer. I had a friend who had this disease. It was terminal for her as it was for Patty. 

I followed her through almost two years of discovery, treatment and finally her last days spent with family and her beloved beach in Hawaii, through letters and pages in her journal.

 I have to be in a mood to contemplate the dying process, but her story wasn't depressing. It made me teary-eyed, yes, but surprisingly uplifted to what fate may have in store for all of us. A certainty of death comes to all, but we can face that time with graciousness or anger, sadness, then resignation and dignity, and we can become ever closer to the one who made us.  She did all in turn. And, she saw heaven in every sunset. 

God bless you Patty. This one's for you. 


Harper Collins and Amazon

I understand that Harper Collins has, indeed, signed a renewal contract with Amazon. Yipee. Now we can still buy their books on Amazon. It would have been sad if we couldn't purchase them there. 

Hope everyone is having a pleasant (and gorgeous day in the Midwest) day. 


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Harper Collins No Longer Part of Amazon?

Not sure how true this is, but I got it from Indi Writer's and they're pretty reliable. If it is true, I wish Harper-Collins luck. If anyone tells me different, I'll take down this "heads-up."

Thought you might be interested.

HarperCollins is one of the largest publishers in the world and they might soon be pulling all of their e-books and print titles from Amazon. The contract between these two companies is set to expire soon and HC is refusing to sign the new deal.
The contract presented to HarperCollins was the same contract recently signed by Simon & Schuster, Hachette, and Macmillan, Amazon confirmed.
It is very risky to  not sign a new deal with Amazon, since the Seattle company controls 75% of the digital book market in North America and 95% of the United Kingdom.
I think HarperCollins  may want the same publicity that Hachette got when their six month contract with Amazon dominated headlines and permeated into popular culture.
Likely the lack of HarperCollins e-books on Amazon will drive readers to their own website where they sell e-books. They established it in 2013 and sought to have some measure of control over their own titles. In order to read the e-books you buy  you have to download the HarperCollins Reader App for Android or iOS.
What is most interesting about the HarperCollins initiative to sell their own e-books is one of the formats they support is MOBI. This is compatible with the Kindle line of e-readers and what is most notable is that if you buy them from HC, the MOBI files are DRM-Free.
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Monday, April 13, 2015

Micki Peluso's biography

Micki Peluso began writing after a personal tragedy.This lead to a first time publication in Victimology: An International Magazine and a  career in Journalism. She's freelanced and been staff writer for one major newspaper, written for two more and has published short fiction and non-fiction, as well as slice of life stories in colleges, magazines and e-zine editions. Her first book was published in 2012; a funny family memoir of love, loss and survival, called, . . .AND THE WHIPPOORWILL SANG which won the Nesta CBC Silver Award for writing that Builds Character, won third place in the Predators and Editors Contest and first place for People's Choice Monthly Award. She has stories in 'Women's Memoirs', 'Tales2inspire', and 'Creature Features'. Two of her short horror stories were recently published in an International Award winning anthology called "Speed of Dark." She is presently working on a collection of short fiction, and slice of life stories in a book collection called, 'Don't Pluck the Duck', due to be released in 2015.

Review: The Scent of my Son, In God we Trust by Adrienne Miranda. Review by Micki Peluso

One of the things I love about blogging is that I get to be eclectic with my post choices and experiement with topics. My lifetime interests are horses, dogs, music, history and, of course, reading and writing. I love to invite other authors to contribute. One of the best reviewers I've come across (and, I'll admit, she's my friend--we've struggled with the written word together) is Micki Peluso. Here's her review of "The Scent of My Son, In God we Trust," by Adrienne Miranda.

By Adrienne Miranda
In the heat of the summer on July 20, 2006, a mother's life is forever changed by one phone call. Her ex-husband says the words no parent can bear to hear; “Our beautiful baby boy is gone." Their son Joseph Anthony Miranda has just been run over and killed By a Bobcat on the construction site where he works. His mother, brother Rob, and family's grief and agony know no bounds, as they are held together only by their deep faith and trust in God.
Later as Joseph's mother begins to ask questions of the police, the company he works for, and his coworkers, there is a veil of silence and denial of wrongdoing which clearly implies to Adrienne that something is amiss.
And so begins her years of searching for the truth behind her beloved son's untimely, horrific death and what she feels and knows in her heart is a homicide. The author takes readers on a heartbreaking journey through grief, flashing back to the years of Joseph's life before he was killed. There can be no closure for this family until the truth behind Joseph's death is uncovered and brought to light.
Adrienne works tirelessly, strengthened only by God and the Scriptures she's memorized from her Bible, in her ongoing search for truth and justice. It helps keep her busy as she suffers through the sorrow that only the death of a child can bring; yet she is continually blocked by deceit and lies, even from police and investigators that she trusted. The deeper she digs, the deeper the mystery and suspense grows, reaching into Mexico, and involving the FBI and high government officials. While the coroner confirms assault and homicide, both upper and lower arms of the law and courts refuse to accept this as truth. Local police initially agreeing, change their stories. Calls are not returned, cooperation from all avenues is denied.
Author Adrienne Miranda writes an intense account of the injustice which destroys a young man so full of life — with plans for a happy future — as she continues to this day to demand justice and dignity for her son. How deep does this outrageous cover-up go and how far-reaching, implicating officials right up to the higher levels of government? Yet Joseph's death certificate confirms “that his manner of death is homicide and his cause is assault."
This is a story worth reading as author shares not only the life and death of her precious son but details an incident which could happen to other parents. Her story is meant to eradicate the wrong done to her child and warn others of what might someday befall them. The author feels that with God on her side, justice will prevail.
Micki Peluso, author of . . . And the Whippoorwill Sang

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Book Review: Dog Bone Soup by Bette A. Steven Review by Micki Peluso

NOTE: Author Bette A. Stevens writes a book full of heart and wisdom, a book that YA/adult readers will treasure and cherish. This generation in particular needs to read the book to learn what hard life was like, giving them the skills to adapt to the problems of their own generation. Dog Bone Soup, A Boomer’s Journey is a journey that the reader wishes would never end. 
Micki Peluso, reviewer 

Dog Bone Soup, A Boomer’s Journey
By Bette A. Stevens
Author Bette A. Stevens writes a debut novel taking place in the 1950s and 60s, filled with Americana and historical fiction. Referred to as ‘Boomers,’ the people of these decades set the pace and tenor of future generations.
Shawn Daniels might have been a typical boy in the ‘good old days’ had his father not been an abusive, wife beating drunk, spending his money on liquor, while allowing his family to live in poverty, lacking indoor plumbing and electricity. Still Shawn has dreams and fortitude enough to withstand the bullying by his peers, being called ‘white trash’ by his community, and is able to withstand all the obstacles thrown in his path. His brother, Willie, tends to be lazy and a dreamer, but still helps out when the family is starving, by chopping wood, and helping his mother manage the house and care for his younger sisters, Annie and Molly.
The author deftly flashes forward as the story opens. Shawn is preparing to head off to Army boot camp during the Vietnam War. Enlisting might keep him from being sent overseas and give him some job training. After a life of struggling, Shawn sees the light at the end of his personal tunnel. As he stays up with his Mum through the middle of the night, looking through old family pictures, his story unfolds.
This is a realistic charming, yet heartrending story reminiscent of  ‘Huckleberry Finn,’ by Mark Twain. Author Stevens manages to portray this period of history with clarity and truth. Most amazingly her characters, while suffering more than today's civilization, enduring a myriad of harsh circumstances, there is little self-pity among them. If ever a people made lemonade from lemons, it was the boomers.
Amidst the hardship, including the nightly Dog Bone Soup, there are also times of adventure, playfulness and fun — as if Shawn and his generation are blessed with an innate ability to cope with daily setbacks; never losing hope and continually forging ahead aiming for better days.
Author Bette A. Stevens writes a book full of heart and wisdom, a book that YA/adult readers will treasure and cherish. This generation in particular needs to read the book to learn what hard life was like, giving them the skills to adapt to the problems of their own generation. Dog Bone Soup, A Boomer’s Journey is a journey that the reader wishes would never end.
Micki Peluso, author of . . . And the Whippoorwill Sang

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Marilyn Meredith's Blog Tour: Where Do My Characters Come From?

Where Do My Characters Come From?

The question had a second part—who do I pattern them after? I’ll answer both.

When I wrote the first book in the series, Final Respects, the police officers had similarities to ones I knew or had heard about. The major plot came from something that really happened—but very much fictionalized.
Every character that I’ve created has bits and pieces of people I’ve known or observed. It might just be how they look, or some habit they have.

In the second book in the series, Bad Tidings, the main character’s looks are similar to a man who was the truant officer at the high school and a family friend many years ago.

The series has developed a cast of characters who appear in varying degrees of importance in each book.
Detective Doug Milligan has his roots in several police officers that I’ve known—both his looks and personality.Stacey Milligan, his wife, has a unique way of dealing with people. She has the attributes of a good wife and mother.Officer Gordon Butler kind of resembles a police officer I knew well, but his personality is totally different. He has probably matured the most of anyone in this series.

I’ve grown to know all of the ongoing characters enough to know how they will act in most given situations. What I don’t know, I’ll research, such as how a police officer might react to having killed a suspect. (I’ve addressed this in more than one book, including the latest.)

In Murder in the Worst Degree three men who hangout in McDonald’s came from a group of older men who meet in our local McD’s, though they have no physical resemblance to them.

Many other characters are creatures of my imagination.

An added tidbit—I’ve lived a long time and met many intriguing people along the way—and of course some of them might have made it into one of my stories. I doubt anyone would recognize him or herself.

F. M. aka Marilyn Meredith

Blurb for Violent Departures:
College student, Veronica Randall, disappears from her car in her own driveway, everyone in the Rocky Bluff P.D. is looking for her. Detective Milligan and family move into a house that may be haunted. Officer Butler is assigned to train a new hire and faces several major challenges.

F.M. Meredith, also known as Marilyn Meredith, is the author of over thirty published novels. Marilyn is a member of three chapters of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and on the board of the Public Safety Writers of America. Besides having family members in law enforcement, she lived in a town much like Rocky Bluff with many police families as neighbors.


Because it has been popular on my other blog tours, once again I’m offering the chance for the person who comments on the most blog posts during this tour to have a character named for him or her in the next Rocky Bluff P.D. mystery.

Or if that doesn’t appeal, the person may choose one of the earlier books in the series—either a print book or Kindle copy.

Next question answered, “What About Dialogue?” 

Here is a list of Marilyn's blog tour schedule:

            Coming Up With New Ideas for an Ongoing Series

Where Do My Characters Come From?

            What About the Dialogue?


            How I Keep Up With my Characters and What’s Happened

            After So Many Books, How Do You Get Fresh Ideas?

            When to Think About Promotion

The Good and Bad of Writing a Series

            Ghosts and Why I Write About Them

            Reading Reviews of my Books

            Stacey Milligan’s Dilemma

Monday, April 6, 2015

Dolly Parton "He's Alive"

I found this first on Facebook and then on Youtube which allowed me to post this wonderful Dolly Parton Easter song "He's Alive." another magnificent piece about the ressurection as told from Peter's viewpoint. My gosh it gives chills. 



Dolly Parton - He´s alive (Full song)

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Hallelujah Leonard Cohen and Kelly Mooney

I was working on this piece for Holy Week, and Lo and behold, I lost it. Midstream. All gone. Anything like that happen to you? No? Boy are you lucky. But, God seemed to be on my side this morning. After my resource material disappeared, this miraculous version of Leonard Cohen's Allelujah appeared on You Tube. 
It says more through its lyrics and vocals than I could have ever said. (maybe I will do a more detailed account at some point, but for the aftermath of Easter week, this says it all. Enjoy. 

Kelley Mooney's spiritual lyrical adaptation of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelu...

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Reminder: Last Day for Book Sale

Today is the last day for Amazon's book sale promoting "Waterlilies Over My Grave" and "In the Arms of the Enemy." We've enjoyed enormous success, and I'm grateful, especially since these books were published in 2008 and 2009. Still in print. Still enjoyed by readers. 

You can buy these books for less than what it would cost a McDonald's breakfast. (Ebook) 99 cents isn't too shabby. However, even better, if you're an Amazon Prime member the Ebooks are free. Not sure I'm REAL happy about that. But, that's the way it is. I'd rather have people read my books. There you have it. 
If you like the print variety, those books have been reduced to $10.95. Still, not much more than a McDonald's breakfast. 

(I must be hungry.) Happy reading 

Friday, April 3, 2015

Reminder: "Waterlilies" and "Arms" are on sale for 99 cents (ebooks) at

Just a gentle reminder: "Waterlilies" and "Arms" are still on sale at for 99 cents (ebooks) 
See synopsis on right side of page. If you want more, reviews and an interview, first chapter are in my website pages.  So far, the sale has been going very well. After all, this is cheaper than a breakfast sandwich at McDonalds. How can you go wrong? Even with a print book, the price is not extreme (around $13.00) Cheap for any book now days. 

Stay tuned. I'm working on a Good Friday post. I should have it later this evening. I've thought about this all day, thinking something short of 2000 years ago, Christ was on the cross, nails in his wrists and feet, a crown of thorns wrapped around his head. 

We think executions here are bad? I wouldn't have wanted to be alive in those times. (or, if you believe in re-incarnation, maybe I was.) 


Thursday, April 2, 2015

Maundy Thursday

Have you ever wondered why Christians celebrate Holy Week? What is it exactly? Why is it?
We all know about Christmas and Easter, traditionally the two church services that we all attend, even if we don't go to any other services all year. We dress up in our finest. In my family, it's when we all got our "Easter outfits." Not to mention Easter baskets with goodies and somewhere in the world an Easter Bunny hopped along the bunny trail, letting us know "Easter was on its way."

Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny have become the commercial saints of the most holy of holy days.

But why? 

I wrote about Palm Sunday last week. Jesus of Nazareth had been preaching for some three years. His disciples didn't want him to go into Jerusalem. There was a bad feeling in the atmosphere. Jewish priest spys were infiltrating the crowds who followed Jesus. But, Jesus knew what he had to do. He rode in on a donkey colt, a symbol of kings. (or so I've been told.) 

Then there was the temple uproar. Jesus was furious at the commercialism that ran in the temple. House of worship? No! It had become a den of thieves. So, he created an uproar, second only to the imagination of Cecil B. DeMille. 

But there would be a price to pay. He knew it. He could flee the city, but he couldn't. That wasn't his destiny. Tragic in a way. But, for us, salvation. Bless him for that. 

Maundy (command) Thursday begins the Holy Trinity of Holy week: Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Easter. Maundy Thursday was the beginning of the Jewish feast of Passover (God passed over the house of the Children of Israel when he killed the first born Egyptian children-but that's another story) 

Timeline: Maundy Thursday was when Jesus had his last meal with his disciples-the breaking of the bread and drinking of wine, ("this is my body...this is my blood.") This was also the first communion. The Holy Eucharest we celebrate every Sunday. (at least in my church) the night Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus for thirty pieces of silver (which has become the all-time favorite symbol of betrayal). This was the night he washed his disciples feet to commemorate his love for them and for each other. This was also the night he and his disciples rested in Gethsemane. And the night they, too, betrayed him by falling asleep. 

An interesting tidbit is the name Maundy Thursday. We use this name in the United States as they do in the England, and is predominant elsewhere, but there are a litany of other names used throughout the world. Holy Thursday, Ascension Day, Covenant Thursday (used in the Coptic Orthodox Church) Shere Thursday and other names translated from the country's native language. 

What does the name mean? Most scholars believe it is derived from Middle English or the French (mande) and according to some sources means "to beg." It's a tradition in England that the Queen or King give alms to the poor on Maundy Thursday. I've also seen the word used to mean "command." So, you can write and tell me. 

In many churches, the priest or bishop will wash the feet of parishioners as a reminder to love one another and keep the Christian life, and he will anoint oils in preparation for the holy vigil. There's also the tradition, in many countries, of visiting seven churches during this period. After the service concludes, the altar is stripped bare in preparation for the Easter service, which we know celebrates Jesus' resurrection. 

In many countries, Maundy Thursday is a national holiday. In the US, it is not. However, many schools will combine their Spring breaks to coincide with Holy Week. 

I hope this has been helpful. I researched this through several online and offline sources (church) Wikepedia was a helpful major resource. 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Camp Nanowrimo and dreaded plot holes

That's me.

I wasn't able to post the photos of the Erie Canal article. You can go to the mentioned websites to view the entire article with the photos. They truly are wonderful. 

Tomorrow starts the Camp Nanowrimo. 

Did you ever get into a situation where you have two separate accounts of a horse theft? I managed to outline them. Not sure which I want to use. I've already changed the outline. Same characters. Different timeline on events. Even eliminated a few characters and haven't even written the first chapter. Maybe I'm streamlinng. Go figure. 

If I wasn't so stressed, I'd be enjoying this. For me to put 50K words into this novel,which should end up between 75 and 80 K, a typical count for a mystery, I'll have to write 1700 words a day. Every day. Including Easter. Unless I pull double time. 

And there will be holes. I can see them coming in the distance. Pot holes (or is that plot holes?)

I know that's why you outline. I hope I don't have a brain freeze. After all, I am recovering from writer's block. Now, I know why I got it in the first place. 

Have a good one. 


Memories of my Canal by Cheryl Kane (Erie Canal)

This piece is special to me, because I'm from New York and the canal is a strong part of NY history. It even has a song written about this three hundred sixty-three mile canal that runs from the Hudson River to Lake Erie. Photos hopefully will come soon. I can't seem to transfer them from the original article. 

Note: You can see the entire article on and the Nature Place on Facebook and  courtesty of Shirley Flanagan. 

By Cheryl Kane

The Erie Canal stretches some three hundred sixty-three miles from the Hudson River near Albany to Lake Erie near Buffalo, New York. It was completed in 1825, and had paid for itself within ten years. Its purpose was to enable shipping goods back and forth from the Great Lakes to New York City via the Hudson River. The building of the canal also helped settle Wisconsin, Minnesota, Michigan, and other states on the Great Lakes.

Absolutely none of that mattered to me as a child. What mattered was that my dad and brothers liked to fish at the canal, and I wanted to go fishing with them, even though I was very little. My dad solved the problem of worrying about me falling into the canal by tying one end of a clothesline around my waist and the other end to a huge rock. I had very basic equipment which included a bamboo pole, fishing line, a bobber, and a hook. I learned how to bait the hook, perfectly happy to sit and watch that bobber for a long time. Our pet cats were happy to receive the occasional sunfish or perch we caught.

With our house located at a bridge approach to the canal, the bridge and canal became a huge part of our lives. When I was very young, the bridge had a wooden floor. Every time a car drove over the wooden floor from one direction, the boards would make the noise: bump, bump, bump, bump, bump...bump, bump! I can still smell the tar spots on the immense boards that made up the floor. The tar grew soft in the summer sun, and we found it interesting that we could leave a sneaker print in the tar, but the tar never stuck to our sneakers.

 My grandfather came for a visit, and he told us, after spending the night, that he had dreamed about a horse galloping. He said he kept dreaming it over and over. We later discovered a neighbor's horse had escaped from its pasture and apparently liked the sound
its hooves made on that wooden bridge floor. The horse crossed and recrossed the bridge all night long.
We kids were disappointed when the wooden floor was taken out and a metal grid-type floor installed, until we learned that when a tugboat went under the bridge it was wonderful to watch the puffs of smoke from the smokestack come up through the floor of the bridge. An occasional yacht would pass by. My mom named those yachts "beauty boats," and that's what I call them to this day.

We would stand on the bridge and wave to tugboat captains and crew, and they always waved back. I never understood why sometimes the tugboats pulled the barges and sometimes pushed them. Many years later I sat in on a course at a local college, and part of a field trip was a tour of a tug boat. It meant the world to me to see the inside of the boat and meet the captain and crew. I explained how I had grown up next to the canal and loved watching the tugboats. They promptly offered me a job as their cook.

I lived next to the canal from when I was born to 1968. I walked the towpaths on either side for miles and discovered some remnants of houses that had been there. One place I found had a neat row of irises growing that some long-ago person had planted. The irises bloomed every spring, and I always brought a few blooms home for my mom, but I never disturbed the plants themselves. They may still be blooming there.

Living by the canal and "my" bridge touched all of my senses. I close my eyes, and I can hear the sound of birds singing, the ripple of the water, the boats passing by, the cars passing overhead when we fished below, and crickets singing in the background.

I considered the canal mine, astonished to learn when I was young that a song existed about my canal! I knew every inch of it from one side of that bridge to the other. I can still imagine the blackbirds perched on cattails that grew nearby, and the dragonflies which hovered over the surface of the water. It was a lovely, peaceful place, and I was blessed to grow up there.

Photo of Cheryl Kane as a child with the bridge in the background by Cheryl Kane
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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Palm Sunday and Holy Week

Not much today. Just a reminder. Tomorrow the 99 cent sale on Amazon for Waterlilies and Arms starts at 8 am. It runs through April 6th

Today is Palm Sunday a day of anticipation of the Lord's journey into Jerusalem and the people's adulation. Just like us, love can turn to hate or apathy very quickly. One minute they love you, the next they're screaming "crucify." How many of us has had something similar happen to us? Friend one minute; enemy the next. Beloved employee one minute, out on the street the next.

During the week, the Pharisees had their eyes on Jesus as his popularity exploded onto the streets of Jerusalem. During the week, Jesus went to the Temple and furious with the sacrilege, took matters into his own hands and wrecked a large part of the temple. Overturned money changer booths, let out the sacrificial birds and so forth. You go Jesus! It would be like us setting up banks, ATM machines, bazaars and sacrifice altars in our own churches. The most we have are the occasional bazaar or fund raising yard and bake sales. (or are there churches that have ATM machines? If so, I haven't heard of any. And, as far as I know, I have seen any birds in church, either.)

But, Palm Sunday really is an amazing and beautiful service. The music and ritual is glorious. The service is a preview of all that will befall Jesus during this week. A scary and sad proposition. First betrayer, Judas and his trip to give authorities Jesus' whereabouts. Forty pieces of silver--information for money. A government informant, in the flesh. Then there were the rest of his disciples who turned tail and ran at the first sign of trouble. Have any of us done that?

Only Peter had any gumption. He cut off the ear of a servant. Poor servant. He was there minding his own business, wasn't even a soldier. Then--THEN Jesus healed him. You'd think someone would have gotten the hiint. He can perform miracles. I guess the soldiers were only doing their jobs too. God knows what would have happened to them if they'd left him alone. Anyway, it wasn't in the cards. This crucifixion was supposed to--meant to happen. The Roman soldiers--they were a brutal lot.

One thing that strikes me: How much blood seemed to be synonymous with God from the very first. The connection from Pagan ritual and sacrifices, until God took over the reins. Even Abraham thought the sacrifice of his beloved Isaac was what God wanted. Until, God intervened. Whew! The folks had sacrifice indoctrinated in them from the beginning.

Then Jesus came along. The biggest sacrifice of all.

I'm going to have to do some research on blood, and its relationship with God.

I'm just getting started with Bible study and history. Don't know much. Not proclaiming myself any kind of expert. Just wondering. And writing about my wondering.

So, don't get mad at me. At least I care.


Saturday, March 28, 2015

IT'S UP! A website designed for writers, authors (yes, there's a difference) readers and horse/dog people. Direct link to the blog.
How cool is that!

Still getting this marketing thing in hand. Goodreads sent me a list of readers associated with me; a link of people I should send invites to my Facebook Events.
That is the promotional: Reminder: Promotional March 30 (8 am) through April 6. Ninety nine cent sale on for Waterlilies Over My Grave and In the Arms of the Enemy. See synopsis and other fun facts on my website and toward the right on my blogspot.

I hope nobody takes offence by my invitations. It's expected of authors to promote their books. I'm trying. Honestly, I'm trying.

Working on the character arches for Stolen Horses; Broken Dreams and the plot timeline. Jeez the holes. Oh those plot holes. Eeew.


Friday, March 27, 2015

Busy day in writing cottage.

Marketing is key, so I'm trying to figure out all these sites: Facebook (lose fan page everytime I try to post) 
Linked In (ouch my head hurts with all the discussions)  Twitter (HOW many characters may I have? WHERE do I get my followers?) Authors Den (HOW many readers and HOW many authors does it take to sell a book?) Shelfari (now Amazon, a changing picture) Goodreads (HOW many authors and HOW many readers? HOW do you navigate?) and, I just joined Indiewriters for small press and self-published authors, so I don't have any questions yet. 

I'm still waiting for my website to come up online. Still tweaking, but probably will do that until they lay me to rest somewhere. 

Starting Nanomowri (sure it's an anacronym for something) on April 1st. Today, I'll be doing more research. 

My research book on horse theft is: Horse Theft  Been There--Done That by Debi Metcalfe. Debi's Netposse and Stolen orse International started when Debi's horse, Idaho was stolen from his pasture in 1997. They found him again 51 weeks later. Here is what Debi said:  "The story of Idaho is more than a simple narrative of searching for a stolen animal. Idaho's disappearance tested all of us in many ways. But one thing became clear to me the day Harold and I held on to each other and wept. The thief took far more than our horse."  

A lump comes into my throat everytime I read that. So much that I've been sitting on a story for the past two years. "Stolen Horses; Broken Dreams." I start my first draft next week. Her book is a valuable resource and for all you horse owners, please buy a copy and read it. 

Two other books, more toward the technical side of writing that I am re-reading is Writing the Breakout Novel by Donald Maass (yes, THAT Donald Maass, the well-known literary agent) and thumbing through First Draft in 30 Days by Karen S. Wiesner. I read that before I wrote In the Arms of the Enemy.

Enough of the blogging for today. I'm off to do my research. 

Happy reading and writing and cheers. 


Thursday, March 26, 2015

A Success Story

REMINDER NOTE:  LSP Digital is having a 99 cent promotional sale starting March 30 (8 am) and concludes April 6th. Both "Arms" and "Waterlilies" will be on sale for all electronic readers, not just prime) members.

This is an article I wrote for "Authors' Den" published in 2008. It came on the heels of the publication of "Waterlilies Over My Grave."  Now, in 2015, I'm not sure how true this is. Maybe in terms of growth, yes, I have succeeded. Once more, I'm back in the saddle and writing again and that's a good thing.  


Success is what you want it to be. Your goals, nobody else's. 

I want to write grammatically correct sentences I work at it. I'm successful. 

I want to write a short story. I work at it. I read short stories, read craft books, write. I'm successful. 

I want to write a novel. It might take six months or a year, or two years. But once the project is completed, I've become successful. 

It's when you get into the degree of professionalism you want to obtain that the cartridge gets murky. (just made that up) Do you want to get published? you can. How? by self-publishing, by going with a small or medium press or holding out for that NY publisher in the sky. 

I chose to go with a small press that I knew (or felt in my heart) would do right by me. In that, I was successful. 

I started writing in the late 90's, but school and other responsibilities held back my writing time. Okay, my fault. I didn't HAVE to be so tired at night. I could have fought it. But it turned out to be a good thing. 

I wrote three novels. Two will stay in the bowels of my computer until earth no longer exists. The other--Legacy of Danger has undergone three transformations and the final draft will be finished in a matter of months (yeah me--success) 

(NOTE: Legacy is still waiting impatiently to become a reality. 2015)

In the Arms of the Enemy was published in 2007. I'd presented it to Harlequin at a conference in 2005 (I think) The editor loved the concept and asked me to submit a full. Yippee. You had to scrape me off the ceiling. However, after submission and a wonderful letter, I was rejected. Non-successful. 

How did I turn this into a success? 
I waited six months and took another look at the ms. By that time, I was embarrassed I'd ever submitted the blasted thing. It was full of errors. 
Could I have noticed it the first time around? No. I don't think so. Again success. I'd grown. 

No sooner than I'd finished,than I submitted the story to a new publisher who was willing and excited about taking on new unproven authors. Again, success. 

My second novel Water Lilies Over My Grave will be released in the Fall of 2008. Again success. this was another novel full of holes and technical glitches. Success. I found them. Not as many editorial mistakes as the last novel. So, the success grows stronger. 

(NOTE: Waterlilies was published in 2008 and can still be purchased at, Barnes & and 

I think success comes in degrees. My success came because I wanted to be better than capable of writing a novel or short story. I wanted it to be a novel people would be eager to read. 

Hopefully, in that I have been successful. 

Only a supportive fan/reader base will determine that. 

Patricia A. Guthrie author of 
In the Arms of the Enemy 2007 
Water Lilies Over My Grave Fall 2008