Little health miracles of everyday foods and spices - by Vijaya Schartz

There is a phantom ship that glows like a beacon in black space,

appears and vanishes, and never registers on scanners.

The space pirates fear it. Their victims pray for it... but its help comes at a price...

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For the longest time, particular foods and spices have been known to have healing or preventive properties.

My mother always told me to eat my carrots for rosy skin.

Blueberries are good for your eyes.

A spoonful of peanut butter a day will keep children (and adults) free of warts.

Chicken noodle soup will help cure a cold.

Garlic, a natural antibiotic, is good for the heart and will kill worms in the digestive system.

Honey is a natural antibiotic.

Blue cheese (the stinky kind) is also a natural antibiotic.

Chamomile tea will calm your stomach and help you sleep.

Warm milk before bed will help you sleep.

These old-wives remedies have proven in time to be not only effective but medically sound.

The modest myrtle plant

Even our universal aspirin, salicylic acid, now synthesized and produced chemically in pharmaceutical labs, comes from nature. Myrtle is a humble flower European people steeped and consumed as a tea to ward off headaches. In antiquity, the same substance (salicin) was extracted from willow leaves and bark.

But spices in particular are still regarded as potent remedies in many parts of the world. Here are a few interesting ones:

A pinch of Cayenne Pepper in your morning coffee is good for your heart and blood.

Curry is a gentle laxative, especially with vegetables.

A concoction of turmeric, fresh ginger, cinnamon and milk will ease arthritic pain.

Moroccan spice (blend of paprika, cumin, cinnamon, clove, ginger, and cayenne) taken daily will prevent herpes flare ups.

Cinnamon lowers blood sugar.

Sage can help brain function, even in Alzheimer’s patients.

Turmeric is all the rage, hailed as an anti-inflammatory, antioxidant, antiviral, antibacterial, and antiparasitic remedy (but beware of contraindications like gallbladder disease, blood clotting disorder, liver disease, diabetes, blood thinners, antiplatelet medications).

Wishing you all a healthy and energetic life.

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Vijaya Schartz, award-winning author

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Faux pas at the Jazz Concert by Kevin and Bruce McKern

McKern, Brothers - BWL Publishing Inc.

Back in the mid '90S, my brother Bruce (you know, that bass player guy) was finishing up his conducting degree at Southern Oregon State College (now Southern Oregon University).  Their Jazz Band needed a drummer, so the director asked Bruce if I'd be willing to play.  I wasn't playing out that much at the time, and I'd never before had an opportunity to play drums in a Big Band, so I said yes.  Fast forward to the end of term concert.  It was the usual drawn-out, multi-group extravaganza with some random comedy thrown in.  For instance, during one of the smaller group's sets, the big band's pianist was doing his Louis Armstrong singing impression from the wings loud enough to draw focus from the stage (which wasn't necessarily a bad thing).  And then, it happened.   During one of the Big Band pieces, the guitarist (who happened to be one of the more popular professors in the Music Dept.  An everyman sort of fellow; the kind of guy that kept a stash of bologna and pretzels in his office, and didn't mind it when he was nicknamed "Norm" because of his resemblance to a popular sitcom character) turned towards the rest of the rhythm section and said "Oops".  We were initially puzzled, because we didn't notice any obvious musical error.  Then, an overwhelming stench hit us like a brick wall!  We managed to finish the concert while chuckling/gagging uncontrollably.  One of the lasting images of the incident is of the pianist, sitting high atop six plastic chairs, with his shirt pulled up over his nose.  At the after-show beer bust, we all came to the same conclusion:  "Norm" sh*t the jazz concert.

Facing Fears by Joan Donaldson-Yarmey

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Facing Fears

I have a fear of flying, a fear of heights, and a fear of falling from heights. My motto: I believe in terra firma. The more firma the less terra.

Because of those fears, it took years before I would fly and more years before I trusted the plane I was on not to crash. Even now I still worry each time I get on a plane. Recently, I was on vacation in Mazatlan with my son and daughter-in-law. Their timeshare is right on the beach so I would watch people parasailing out over the ocean and landing safely back on land. It is something I’ve watched before and thought I would like to try-someday. Well, that day arrived while I was there. I gathered up my courage and with my son at my side, went to talk with the men on the beach. I paid the money and was given a life jacket to put on. Then I was hooked up to the sail and a rope from the boat knotted to the equipment. I was told to sit and the boat started pulling me over the sand and soon I was rising up in the air.

My stomach clenched, I held on to the straps for dear life, and I started to hyperventilate. But I looked at the view and it was amazing: the ocean, the city, the mountains in the distance. However, each time the wind whipped at the sail and I went sideways I would gasp and may even have done some swearing. I had been told that once I was up in the air I could relax and let go of the straps. No %$&# way. I was taken in a loop over the water and eventually the boat slowed and I began to descend. I had a walkie talkie and was told to pull on the ropes of the sail to guide me towards the beach (I’d been given instructions how to do it) and I made a safe, stand-up landing. And I felt exhilarated. I had done it, faced my fears and had a new experience.

Fear is fear and many new writers face the fear of sitting down and writing the story they want to. Many don’t tell anyone about their writing aspirations. Part way through their manuscript they doubt their abilities as a writer and think about scraping the whole process. If they finish the manuscript, they worry that no one will like and are afraid to put their ‘baby’ out in the world where it risks rejection. If they do find someone to read it and get back some negative feedback, they are tempted to quit writing altogether. If they get far enough in the process where they think about trying to find an agent or publisher, all the worries surface again. Each of these is a big step in a writer’s life and fear and doubt rule them all. Even once a book is published the writer wonders how it will be received by the readers.

If I didn’t face my fears of flying and heights, I would never go beyond the oceans that surround Canada. As a writer, if I hadn’t overcome my fears of rejection I wouldn’t have over twenty books traditionally published.

Even if my first writing hadn’t been accepted, I would still consider myself a winner for I had been brave enough to try something new and different. Just like flying, and walking across bridges that span canyons and gorges, and parasailing, I have done something that scared me and won. So I advise every new writer to follow your dream and don't let fear stop you. Face it and overcome it and enjoy being a writer.

And never let age stop you from doing anything. I plan on skydiving when I am 90 years old. Gives me a few years to psych myself up.

Why I Write Romance by Victoria Chatham

 

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I have always enjoyed reading romance novels, from my first Georgette Heyer Regency romance to the latest contemporary romance. For me, they were and are pure escapism which is why I now write romance. Romance Writers of America defines it as ‘two basic elements comprise every romance novel: a central love story and an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending.’

Over the years, many people I have met who discovered I am an author have told me they could write a romance as “It’s only a basic formula, after all.” And as one close friend, who should have known better, once said, “Two people meet, fall in love, get married, have two children and a dog. The end.” She had utterly ignored the times she had seen or heard me almost pulling my hair out while trying to determine the nuances of building my characters to make them not only unique but also plausible or deciding what subplot would best create confusion and conflict in their burgeoning relationship.

As with any genre, those subplots and conflict are necessary parts of the storytelling process to keep your reader engaged, but in a romance novel, the love story must be the main focus. Romance novels swing through a whole arc from sweet to super hot and in many subgenres, from historical and contemporary to fantasy, young adult, and paranormal, and more. At each end of the heat scale, they can swing from spiritual to sexy. Whatever the heat level, our romantic couple must risk everything for each other before they get their happy-ever-after or happy-for-now ending.

I love putting my very proper Regency heroines into unexpected and sometimes dangerous situations. They are not simpering sampler stitchers but real live flesh and blood up and at ‘em in your face type gals. As I have often been told, my heroines are far too out of the box for a traditional Regency romance, but those are the kinds of characters I like, so that’s what I write and make no apologies for.

My heroes, the guys who often raise their eyebrows at the shenanigans my gals become embroiled in, are, indeed, my heroes. No one is perfect, but they are perfect enough in my eyes to take centre stage and support, thwart, or otherwise involve themselves with these feisty, fearless females. They are usually aristocratic lords, the epitome of the English ton, who often have to step outside of their rigid social structure to deal with the uppity females in their lives.

My research into the historical facts for the Regency years (strictly 1811 – 1820) is in-depth and solid enough to create my characters’ worlds and costumes realistically. Visiting museums is a must and I had fun with the bonnets at the Costume Museum in Bath, UK.

 I was shocked when I discovered that novels set before 1950 are considered historical. My historical romances cover the years 1814 to 1818 (Regency), 1907 to 1918 (Edwardian), and 1935, the last being Book #1 in BWL Publishing Inc’s Canadian Historical Brides Collection.

I am currently working on a cozy mystery series, but I have no doubt that I will eventually return to where it all began and write romance

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Where do you find the time to write?

 I can't tell you how many times I've been asked the question, "Where do you find time to write?" My facetious answer is, "I have no life." 

Every successful author finds writing time. In my case, the catalyst came from a New Year's resolution to stop watching television. After fixing every broken thing in the house and reading my entire TBR (to be read) pile, my wife suggested that I start the novel banging around inside my head. I wrote instead of watching television.

I saw a quote from a famous author, whose name I don't remember, and I'm mangling the quote, but his observation was "I have no more hours in the day, I still eat three meals, I sleep no less than you. The secret to finding writing time is simple, use some of the time you waste on other things on writing." I think of the hours people spend scouring the internet. The hours spent playing games on your computer. The time spent watching "The Price is Right." 

It's simple, if writing isn't more fulfilling and fun than playing computer games or watching talk shows, don't do it! Writing is an act of passion. I love writing a story, creating characters who become friends. Weaving plots and stumbling through a police investigation is fun. I enjoy talking to readers at libraries, book shows, and craft fairs. I enjoy research. I'm inspired by readers who tell me how much they enjoyed a particular story, character, or scene.

You don't need to take a month or year off to hide in a remote cabin with no disruptions other than the calling of birds and the rustling of leaves. Most published authors don't write in concentrated bursts like that. Nevada Barr told me she writes three pages a day, which yields a book a year. Another author told me he writes one page a day and has 365 pages at the end of a year. A third told me he writes two hours a day and promotes his books the same amount of time. When I had a day job, I used to write for 30 minutes every weeknight after my family went to bed. That produced a book a year.

The bottom line is: You have to love writing. If you do, develop discipline. Start by writing a paragraph a day. Start a journal to get in the habit of writing daily. Develop the discipline to skip some time-wasting activity and substitute a half hour of writing. You can find the time. But you have to love writing to make it a priority.

If you want to see how I spent last autumn, take a look at "Medora Murder", which was released on February 15th. I researched and wrote it in about three months. 

You can find it on Amazon or at other links found on my publisher's website. Doug and Jill Fletcher are dispatched to Theodore Roosevelt National Park to locate a missing skeleton and become entangled in so much more.

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Further Adventures in Historic Canada by Diane Scott Lewis

 

After a long hiatus due to personal and health problems, I am excited by the new Canadian Historical Mystery series. I 'm posting a post about my Canadian historical On a Stormy Primeval Shore, the establishment of New Brunswick, mixed with danger and romance. Part of the Canadian Historical Brides series. 

I hope you enjoy this foray into the eighteenth century right after America's revolution chased the loyalists to Canada.

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Amelia: an 18th century Englishwoman in the wilderness of New Brunswick.

In writing my Canadian-based novel, On a Stormy Primeval Shore, I wanted not only a strong heroine, but not the usual ‘beautiful’ woman who strikes every man to his core with her ravishing looks. I wanted a woman not considered beautiful by traditional standards, but one who must struggle and fight her way to be taken seriously, and forge her own happiness.

Amelia Latimer arrives in New Brunswick in 1784, just as this western portion of the colony is breaking away from Nova Scotia. Her father is a captain in the British army stationed at Fort Howe. He’s requested her long journey from Plymouth, England, to betroth her to one of his officers, Lt. Harris.

           
                                    Fort Howe Blockhouse

Amelia, because she isn’t beautiful, at four and twenty years had few marriage prospects in England; but she still hated to leave her mother who is ill with consumption. She's also intelligent, spirited, and determined to find happiness and a purpose. Her first meeting with Harris doesn’t go well and deeply insulted, she plans to return to England.

But soon New Brunswick, with its startling beauty, rugged shoreline and pastoral interior, charms her.

Captain Latimer wants her to return home on the next ship since she’s refused his choice of a husband, but after hearing of her mother’s death, Amelia has ideas of her own.

The remote colony is a mixture of many cultures. The aboriginals, mainly the Mi’kmaq and Maliseet tribes, who settled the land first. The French Acadians, in what was once New France, who were expelled—even slaughtered—when the English took over, then slowly allowed to return. And the Loyalists who fled north after the American Revolution, and now flood the country in need of land, food and occupation.

                          Saint John harbor from Fort Howe's hill.

Amelia wants to cultivate herbs for medicinal purposes, but can she survive the harsh Canadian winter, and will a most unsuitable man steal her heart?

Gilbert is an Acadian trader, one of the original French settlers. He is fighting to keep his and his mother's land. Land the incoming Loyalists want to appropriate. Then he saves a young woman from a marauding bear. Her bold spirit sparks his interest, but she is off-limits being the daughter of an English soldier. Does he dare meet her in private as his feelings grow?

Diane lives in western Pennsylvania with one naughty dachshund.

10, 20, 30, 40 and counting...and counting!...by Sheila Claydon

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Saving Katy Gray is Book 3 of my When Paths Meet trilogy. All three books are about love and the messiness of family. Book 3 is especially pertinent to me at the moment, however, because two of the characters are growing old. Initially without the support and understanding they need. Katy Gray, who has already lost the older people in her family, is determined they will live well until their last breath. 

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They happen to all of us if we are lucky. The big birthdays that arrive once every decade. The birthdays that bring squeals of delight at 10, partying at 20, a quiet satisfaction that we are now really and truly adults at 30...and on and on it goes. 40, 50, 60, 70...I wonder how many of us will make it to 100. Do we even want to? If we are still active and healthy, then probably. If not, then probably not. As I said, we need to be lucky. And if we know someone like Katy Gray then we are doubly lucky.

Well one of my big birthdays is coming up. Another 10 years has flown by since the last one and yet it seems like yesterday. That's another problem with growing older, time shrinks! 

I celebrated the last one in Australia with our son and family, and because Australia is sunny and hot in March, we ate in a very relaxed restaurant near the beach. Then I had another 3 separate celebrations with Australian friends, all of whom seemed to be vying to give me the best time. I remember Oysters Kilpatrick, fine Australian wines, a surprise fish and chip picnic at the end of a fabulous boat trip, a concert at the Sydney Opera House...that birthday seemed to go on and on and I cherish the memories.

This one will be in the UK with daughter and family. It will be a far more formal affair I'm told. Glad rags are the order of the day although I still don't know where I'm going. When I was given the choice between a party or a family meal it didn't take more than a moment to choose the meal. There were a couple of reasons. The first is that I don't really enjoy being the centre of attention (it's an only child thing!) The second is, however, far more serious. I don't want to look like a 'Billy no mates!'

Because we have travelled a great deal so many of our very dear friends live in different countries. Once that would not have been a problem but now we are all so much older, it is. Even those who live in the UK, friends and family alike, have mostly stopped travelling. Too many cars on the road, too many old age ailments, preferring to sleep in their own beds, the list is a long one. There will be Zoom calls and WhatsApps. There will be smiling faces on FaceTime. I'll still get to see or hear from all of them without putting them through the pressure of travelling or having to say no. Again, how lucky are we to grow old in a world where we can talk to friends across the world at the click of a button. I remember so clearly my grandmother waiting and waiting for those tissue thin airmail letters that were the only thing that kept her in touch with her sons when they lived and worked overseas. 

I believe there will also be a small celebration with neighbours but as they are all within walking distance I won't feel bad about that:) And there is one other positive to look forward to. Shortly after the birthday celebrations are over, we'll be travelling to visit our son and family again. Now they live in Singapore we are looking forward to warming our cold English winter bones while we still can. And my decade birthday present from them is an en-famille long weekend in Indonesia (a short ferry trip away) so I'm still travelling...just. But then a son and daughter-in-law and, ten years on, a nearly 11 year old granddaughter, is a great pull. I might not be able to travel on my next decade's birthday though, so I'd better make the most of this one.

Happy birthday to anyone else out there who will have a decade birthday in March.

Blog: Sales/Promotion by Paul Doucette

 

 

            Hello everyone, here I am once again with another brief suggestion for all of you to consider.

            I have developed a ‘package’ which I have put together and mailed to all the Senior Residences in Nova Scotia. This includes an introduction to myself as an author (Bio); a listing of my titles and series; a general overview of my main characters in each series, and, a copy of all the covers for each book. I have also included an overview of BWL Publishing with attention to their various categories/genres.

            So far, I have received some positive feedback and, an invitation to read and/or set up a displayed of the books for sale. Jude has been most helpful in providing parts of this information.

            This may be something you may want to consider doing in an effort to advance your name and work. It need not be seniors; it could be schools, book clubs (I know that Chapters has a book reading club here at their Dartmouth location). For those of you whose work falls into the historical fiction genre, I can tell you that most every senior’s residence I have spoken with has indicated that their residents favour this genre.

            Anyway, that is all I have to offer at this time. I will be posting again in the future. Good luck and good sales.

            H Paul Doucette

Is it Spring yet? by Nancy M Bell

 

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This is the cover for my next novel which is releasing in April of 2025. Night at the Legislature is the first book in the new collection of paranormal novels being released by BWL Publishing Inc. This collection joins the Canadian Historical Brides and the Canadian Historical Mysteries collections already available.

But now to my point. Is it spring yet? I know, I know,  you're all thinking 'what else could she expect? she lives in central Alberta'. This is the time of year when I get antsy, wanting to buy flowers, bedding plants, bulbs for the garden. Only problem is there is about three feet of snow over my gardens right now and the temperature is in the -20 degrees Celsius. Yup, no digging in the dirt for me for  awhile. Somehow, I always manage to make it through the dark days when the sun is sinking further and further to the south, the hours of daylight shortening with each passing day. It's not Christmas that I look forward to (although that is of course part of it) but the winter solstice. The moment when the Holly King at the height of his reign gives over to the Oak King. 

Slowly, the light returns, the days getting longer and the sun strengthening. Gradually, the sun will make its journey into the northern skies, the sunsets will slant shadows in different directions. Winter will release her strangle hold and the snow will begin to melt, dripping in diamond tears from the trees and the eaves of houses. Creeks and streams will find their voices again as snow melt swells their ranks. The bright chatter and music of running water will fill the air...and finally...the earth will warm enough that snow drops and prairie crocus will push toward the light , followed by daffodils, tulips and hyacinths. The brilliant gold of forsythia will wave beside the pearly grey pussy willows.

But for now, I'm stuck in the middle of February with its frosty nights silvered with moonlight  and starlight. While I watch Orion stalk across the eastern skies headed toward the west as the dawn light approaches. And the jewels of the planets burning in the cold winter skies, somehow more sparkling than in the warmth of summer. Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Venus and if I'm lucky enough to see it before he slips beneath the horizon, Mercury. 

Winter can be spectacular with motes of fairy dust floating in the sunlight as the moisture in the air freezes in the breeze. Snow reflecting the moonlight and starlight. Tall evergreens mantled in heavy frost like hoary giants guarding us.

But, oh spring...spring...the renewal of life, the return of the light...young animals starting their lives, the song of birds growing ever stronger. The return of the hawks and geese and that harbinger of spring the robin. My heart years for spring in the midst of February. So...is it spring yet?

Until next month, be happy, be wise, be healthy 

    

'til... something freezes over, by J.C. Kavanagh

 

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I live in central Ontario, Canada - where winter is a months-long celebration for skiers, snowmobilers, and outdoor enthusiasts. However, last winter (2023/24) was not the typical celebration-type weather. No no no. We saw precious little snow because the temperatures were higher than normal, which means for Canadians, it's t-shirt weather. 10° Celsius (50° Fahrenheit) is a balmy temperature for us hardy souls. And because December/January/February seemed like a prolonged Autumn, I refer to it as "the winter that wasn't." 

This year is a totally different story. It snows and snows and snows and snows... and gets colder and colder and colder... well, you get my point. 

Will it ever stop? 

My partner, Ian, clearing a path to the bird feeder - December 2024

Baby it's cold outside :) 
-21° Celsius but with the wind-chill, feeling like -30°
(-6° Fahrenheit feeling like -22° F)

January snowbank on our driveway

Map of the 5 Great Lakes surrounding the border of Canada and the U.S.

But will the Great Lakes freeze over?

According to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), as of January 25, approximately 23% of the Great Lakes were covered in ice. That breaks down to:

Lake Ontario: 15% ice coverage

Lake Erie: 85% (was 28% on Jan. 15. Lake Erie is the shallowest of the Great Lakes, averaging 19 metres, or 62 ft. In mid-January, a 663' freighter hauling wheat from Buffalo, New York, to Sarnia, Ontario, got stuck in the rapidly building ice. An ice-breaker ship had to carve a path to 'rescue' the freighter and free it from the 4-foot thick ice. The boat and crew were not harmed!)

Lake Michigan: 22%

Lake Huron: 25%

Lake Superior: 9% (Lake Superior is the deepest of the Great Lakes, averaging 147 metres or 483 ft. The deepest part is 406 metres, or 1,332 ft.)

Apparently the above stats, with the exception of Lake Erie, are normal for end-of-January.

By the time you read this blog, the lakes should be 40 or 45% covered in ice. That is, if the temperatures remain steady. Another 'arctic blast' may drastically, and for the better, increase the amount of ice building over the lakes. Higher water levels are better for shorelines, shipping lanes, and marine life. The last time the Great Lakes almost froze over was 2014 and 2017. During last year's winter (2023/24), the average ice coverage was less than 5% across the Great Lakes - a significant drop since the NOAA began recording ice statistics in 1979, and sadly, confirmation about the negative effect of climate change. You see, it's the melting ice that contributes to higher water levels. Without ice cover, snow simply evaporates on the lakes. 

I'm standing about 100 feet from shore on the partially frozen Georgian Bay,
adjacent to Lake Huron.

'Ice wave' formations - where waves turn into ice (Georgian Bay)

Sun setting over the frozen shoreline of Georgian Bay.
Blue Mountains of Collingwood, Ontario, are in the background.

My home base in central Ontario has been blasted with about 140 cm of snow since December. For my American readers, that's a little over 55 inches, making our property a true winter wonderland. Kudos to my partner, Ian, who has the good fortune (?) of being 'in charge' of snow clearing :)

Fortunately for the characters in The Twisted Climb trilogy, the story does not occur during winter months - so they don't encounter snow or ice monsters. What they do encounter, though, will bring chills up and down your spine. Check it out! 

Until next time, stay safe and don't forget to tell the ones you love that you love them :) 

J.C. Kavanagh, author of
The Twisted Climb - A Bright Darkness (Book 3) Best YA Book FINALIST at Critters Readers Poll 2022
AND
The Twisted Climb - Darkness Descends (Book 2) voted BEST Young Adult Book 2018, Critters Readers Poll and Best YA Book FINALIST at The Word Guild, Canada
AND
The Twisted Climb,
voted BEST Young Adult Book 2016, P&E Readers Poll
Voted Best Local Author, Simcoe County, Ontario, 2021
Novels for teens, young adults and adults young-at-heart
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Well, I did it. It's done. I got my book published. by Tobias Robbins

 

 

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Well, I did it. It's done. I got my book published. 

 

I am honestly still in a state of shock about it, like it isn't real yet. 

 

You spend just about every day for the past handful of years thinking about something then suddenly it's just finished. It feels weird. I can't escape the feeling that I'm forgetting to do something, but nope, there is nothing to work on, no revisions, no plot problems to solve, and no formatting. It's similar to when you work several long shifts at your job all in a row then you get a day off and wander around in a stooper looking for something to do. Free time is a new sensation. 

 

I am grateful though. So many people helped me get here and I owe them big time. Everything good in my life is the product of the assistance I was lucky enough to get from other people. It's not really my success, it's more like "our" success. Now to help make their efforts worth it, I want to push the book as much as possible. 

 

In case you haven't heard, my book is a sci-fi/fantasy, geo-political drama, telling interconnecting stories through a variety collection of ancient documents that span the full history of their lost civilization. 

 

And if that is up your alley it’s now available in ebook format.