Friday, March 7, 2025
The Unexpected Gift Inside a Book by Eileen O'Finlan

Saturday, February 8, 2025
Readers' Pet Peeves by J. S. Marlo
I'm working on a new story, tentatively titled Misleading Truth. It's a mystery in the heart of the Canadian Rocky Mountains amid the preparation of a wedding.
As I was browsing the Internet for original Pet Peeves, I stumbled on Readers' Pet Peeves. What annoys a reader the most when reading a book?
The list isn't in any particular order, but these are the pet peeves that appear the most often:
- Two dimensional characters, like perfect men with no flaws who always make the right decision and save the day, or gorgeous women with no personalities.
- Same description repeated multiple times throughout the book.
- Long scenic descriptions that add nothing to story.
- Cliché or predictable storylines.
- Characters with similar names, or names that are hard to pronounce or remember.
- Long paragraphs or substantial difference in length of paragraphs, like three very short paragraphs followed by an extra long one.
- Cliffhanger at the end of a book. The annoyance intensifies if the next book isn't readily available.
- Series in which books are not numbered.
- Books of different sizes, especially if part of a series.
- Misleading blurbs or blurbs with spoilers.
- Bad editing, bad formatting, bad translation.
- Small or uneven font size.
- Poor book cover design.
- Stickers on books.
- And last but not least, readers don't like to be bothered when they read.
Personally, I cannot stand excessive and pointless profanity in books. I was once asked to review a book with a supposedly "strong" heroine. In the first chapter, she used the f*** word in almost every sentence that came out of her mouth. I don't know if it was the author's way to make her sound like a strong woman, but to me, she just sounded vulgar and rude. I stopped reading right there.
J. S.

Friday, January 17, 2025
January's Blues by Janet Lane Walters #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #January #Blues #Weather
January has arrived with cold weather. This isn't my favorite time of the year these days. But I'll manage to get into better weather. As a child, I loved winter, especially the marvelous snow storms. Winters these days seldom bring more than snow dusting. Enough complaints about the weather.
January brings a new year and new ideas. Hoping to finish the book I've been working on for months. The main problem is the writing was interrupted by two hospital stays and both times helped me lost the gist of the story. I'm on track now and hopefully by the end of the month the story will be ready to set off. The Horror Writer's Demise is the start of a new series. The second book is starting to gel. Title hopefully is the Historical Writer's Snuff Boxes. Looking forward to writing this but not for a time but there is a medical romance perking and partially planned.
Looks like next year will be a writing one. In my old files, I found a draft of a story I don't remember when I write it. A post Civil war historical. I want to look it over and see if it can be saved. There's also a Regency Historical with a plan that could be written. I'll see what happens there.
Sunday, August 18, 2024
Update on current Work In Progress ~ When your characters go AWOL by Nancy M Bell
Saturday, July 20, 2024
A writer is a reader first...by Sheila Claydon
A writer is first and foremost a reader. Reading is what inspires us. In my book Empty Hearts the heroine is a TV presenter turned writer.
My daughter-in-law was complimented the other day when she and her daughter (my ten year old granddaughter) were staying in a hotel together and the waitress who was serving them saw my granddaughter reading a book. She wanted to know how this was possible when every other child sitting at a table waiting to be served was on an iPhone or a tablet. My daughter-in-law didn't have an answer other than 'she likes to read.'
How did this happen? Is it because we are a book loving family so it's in the genes? Or is it due to the fact that every night before bed she had a story until the day she dismissed her parents, saying she was now old enough to read to herself? Is it because she is surrounded by books? She has a whole bookcase full in her bedroom, another shelf here when she visits me, and a library ticket for whatever country she is in. Currently the family live in Singapore. Previously it was Hong Kong. Before that Australia. All interspersed with long stints in the UK.
In the UK our local library is good but small. There are reading pods for the children who start a book the moment they arrive, and a garden to play in for the ones needing to let off steam. It offers lots of storytelling activities and every child can take home 20 books at a time. It is not, however, a patch on the libraries she used in Australia and Hong Kong. Nor the Singaporean one she uses now. They are all truly amazing with what seems like miles of shelving and lots of child sized seating areas as well as roomier ones for parents to join in. There are school libraries too, so she's never short of books.
None of this means she doesn't use the iPad however. It's still one of her favourite things alongside her Nintendo Switch (which means nothing to me!) but she always finds time for her books.
Now all this sounds as if she has been conditioned to love books and of course it has helped but it can't be the only answer. My other two older granddaughters were treated in exactly the same way as they grew up (apart from living in multiple countries!) and yet one of them never reads while the other one always has a book on the go. So loving books has to come from somewhere inside us. Is it imagination, curiosity, an ability to visualise what the words on the page are saying, or something else entirely?
My non-reading granddaughter is bright, academically able and can read and spell perfectly well. She passed all her English exams with good marks, then gave up reading. Yet she is much better than the rest of the family at interpreting diagrams, building flatpack furniture from the pictures, ditto Lego and other constructions. She has an amazing memory and can map read like a pro, whereas I can get lost in a carpark!
So what is it? I only have a sample of three to go by, but loving reading and valuing books really does seem to be something inbuilt. A child who reads is an adult who reads, and who, maybe, one day, become a writer.
Wednesday, July 17, 2024
The Age of Eighty-eight Keys by Janet Lane Walters #BWLAuthor #MFRWAuthor #Mysteries #romance #Paranomal #Fantasy
Another year has passed and though i am only a day older than yesterday, I have also reached the age of piano keys. My son who sings is the one who pointed this out. Makes for some interesting thoughts. Does it mean I must write faster and try to write as many books as I have years. Would be nice but as a typist I am slow.
I have two books on the drawing board. One is the Horror Writer's Demise. A start of a mystery series. The heroine does research for college professors. She has a five- year old son and no man in sight. The hero is a police detective. He also has a five year old son. His wife died two years ago. His sister takes care of his son. The heroine's mother does this for her grandson.
The second is a Regency historical. Actually book two of a three book series about three sisters who have spent part of their life in India. This is the beautiful sister. he loves cloth and designing clothes. Her beauty makes her rather stuck on herself. She marries the son of an earl but he is not the heir. In a carriage accident, her face is cut and she becomes a recluse. Her husband returns to his playboy's life. Then he receives a blow to his ego and h sees what has become of his wife. He must change and bring her into society again.
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Thursday, March 7, 2024
Creating a Home Library - A Labor of Love, Part 2 by Eileen O'Finlan

Wednesday, February 7, 2024
Creating a Home Library - A Labor of Love by Eileen O'Finlan
I recently took on a labor of love in my home - turning an unused room into a library. "Labor of love" is definitely the right term. There is a tremendous amount of both involved.
After having the furniture that was in the room removed, I had to do battle with a slew of killer dust bunnies. I was able to banish them, but they took their revenge by inducing a lot of non-stop sneezing.
Next came removing all the books from all five bookcases in my living room as well as the books on the built-in shelves on either side of the fireplace and carrying them, one bag at a time, to the soon-to-be library. Following that, I carried each bookcase into the room. With so many books taking up the floor space it wasn't easy getting the bookcases into the room. I can't imagine what I'll do in the coming days when I bring in the books from five more bookcases coming from other rooms. I could load the books into the bookcases already there, but I really want to organize them first.
I've had to rethink my plans more than once. I originally wanted to put my antique secretary desk and my papasan chair in the library, but now I realize that even though I might be able to squeeze them in, they will make the room very overcrowded. Instead of the papasan, I moved in my bentwood rocker. I'll wait on the secretary and see how much room is available when I'm finished. (With the removal of the bookcases from the living room, there is now enough space in there for the papasan so all good!) I'm also planning to put the round rock maple table in the center of the room as a place to spread out my books, notes, and documents for my novel research.
That should give you an idea of the "labor" part. Now for the "love."
Having a home library has always been one of my heart's desires. Seriously, I could sit and gaze as shelves of books in the same way one gazes dreamily at a lover. (Add a cat into the picture and I'm over the moon!) So, the fact that this is becoming a reality has me in raptures. I can just picture myself gently rocking in my rocking chair reading a book or sitting at the table diligently researching my next novel. I nearly swoon thinking about it.
Labor of love? You bet! Lugging books, bookcases and other assorted furniture is a small price to pay for what it will be in the end.

Wednesday, December 20, 2023
Christmases Past (and Presents)...by Sheila Claydon
Friday, June 9, 2023
Bon Voyage To Meee by Vanessa C. Hawkins
So curretly I am en route to Toronto Ontario, so I fear there will be but a small blog post this month. I flew via Flair Airlines without a hitch, and am typing this up as I sit in the very front of the Robert Q bus. What a flight, I must say! I was glad to have a bit of liquid courage on the plane because the landing was rocky at best. The wildfires in Canada mean the skies are clouded in smog, which I suppose corresponds to mega turbulance. However, I am lucky to find myself here and on the way to plan and map out another book!
It was a lovely view in New Brunswick today at least. Though, if you have ever flown flair you may know how cheap it is. This comes at a price however, as every little thing has an extra charge. For example, carry on baggage. Now... I am but a humble writer. I'm no Stephen King nor Dean Koontz. I can't afford all the extras can I?
Well... not on a novelists salary! So, I planned ahead! I wore all my clothes on the plane, packed a fanny pack, and made sure even my boots had pockets!
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I wasn't kidding! Good for one pair of underpants! |
Now that means as soon as I arrived I had to change. Holy heck its hot here! New Brunswick was crisp 10 degrees maybe, but by the time I arrived at TO I was due for a wardrobe change. I'm only here a few short days, but I am hoping to take in some sights while I'm here. I'm also going to be meeting up with my co-author for the Ballroom Riot series, Tara Woodworth!
I'll have more to report next month when I return from my first trip since the pandemic! So stayed tuned then and keep writing!

Friday, June 2, 2023
Writer on the Move by Diane Bator
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A writer on the move. That sums up my life about now.
For anyone who has ever wished they could run away from their lives and go somewhere else to start a new life…I’m living your dream!
In all the midst of promoting my latest book, All That Shimmers, I’ve also been packing to move across Canada. Who knew I had so many copies of my own books for events and whatnot let alone friend’s books and my TBR pile? You know you have a problem when you plan to take more books than kitchen accessories!
Now that the kids are grown and doing their own great things, and a few other things haven’t gone the way I’d hoped, it seemed like a good time to hit the road and “go back home.” Yup, I said it. It won’t be a Hallmark movie. I guarantee that. There was no high school sweetheart. No guy I left—or who left me—at the altar.
I’m looking forward to going back to see family and old friends.
To spend time writing without other responsibilities for a little while. Until a new job comes along, that is! A writer needs to eat and pay rent, you know.
And feed their adoring cats!
Ash and Jazz, my furry companions whom I’ve dubbed the Hallelujah Chorus, will be joining me. To date, they don’t travel well. My hope is that after an hour on the road they’ll give up singing and take a nap. After 8 hours in the car, they might plot my death once we reach the hotel though.
I used to be afraid of so many things in life. Death, taxes, driving the 401 freeway in Ontario, but after all the changes I’ve had to deal with in the past few years I’m ready for a challenge. In the past couple weeks, I’ve done some interesting things:
· Bought a new-to-me car.
· Rented a new apartment sight unseen.
· Packed everything I own and figuring out how to Tetris it all into my new-to-me car.
· Said goodbye to friends and co-workers, some I’ve known for nearly 18 years, worked with, wrote with, and trained with.
· Mapped out a route to drive 3300ish kilometers across the country alone over 5 days with 2 cats and staying in 4 hotels.
· Scanned hundreds of journals, school photos, family photos and the like so I have less paper to move.
· Learned how to use the cool new features of said new-to-me car.
· Took about a thousand deep breaths and wondered if I was doing the right thing—only to have more things happen to remind me that I have great things awaiting. I’ll be able to share more of those down the road.
In the meantime, there’s more packing and scanning to do and cat stuff to prepare.
Then I’ll set out for my drive across Canada.
I’ll let you know how it goes!
Diane
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Friday, April 7, 2023
Shelf Life by Eileen O'Finlan

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