Welcome to October! Autumn is my favorite time of the year. I love the colours and the crisp edge to the air. Last night a tiny sliver of waxing moon hung in the clear deep blue sky. It seemed the whole world was silent and holding its breath, even the wind was still.
Since last month, I've been to Hawaii on a cruise ship. It was a very nice trip and the islands were spectacular. Walked on lava that flowed from Mauna Loa very recently (in earth terms) and visited a newly created black sand beach. It was pretty surreal - not to mention really hot!
There are some truly special and sacred places on this earth that have nothing to do with organized religion but only with the earth herself. Iao Needle on Maui is one of those places.
On an entirely different note, I won at the Casino on the ship and actually came home with money! Yay me. Go Lucky Lemmings! A down note was that over 100 people on the ship got sick with norovirus. Not Doug or I, thank goodness. But it made for some interesting times. When we docked at Hilo there were 5 ambulances that met the ship, and in Maui another 3. When we docked in Vancouver at the end of the voyage, there were 2 ambulances. We survived the "Plague Ship"! LOL First time I've ever run into sickness on a cruise, never washed my hands so often in my life.
Now I've been home for a week or so, I'm back volunteering at the animal shelter and getting ready to head off to Surrey for the Surrey International Writers Conference. I love this conference and have attended for quite a few years. Always inspiring to get together with other authors and have the opportunity to pick the brains of some wildly successful authors during their workshops. A highlight is always Jack Whyte's Master Class where 12 lucky people get to have Jack critique 3 pages of their work. It's sold out every year and if you don't register on the very first day, and right away at that, the class is full already. I'll have tons of news from this year's conference to share with you next month. This year is a first for the "Unconference" where attendees were invited to send in a proposal for a 15 minute talk on a subject they have expertise in. I'm happy to say my ABC's of Horses was accepted, along with fellow author and friend, Suzanne de Montigny I will be presenting on Friday afternoon for my 15 minutes of fame. It will be great to hear what other Unconference presenters have to share.
Are you ready for Christmas yet? Well, Books We Love is! Five Christmas themed novellas will be released on November 1, 2015 and only available for a limited time. I'm thrilled to say that my A Longview Christmas will be among them. This is a short story set on Christmas Eve and featuring the characters from Storm's Refuge and the upcoming Come Hell or High Water, all set in Longview Alberta.
Till next month, be happy, be healthy
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Casting Your Characters - Libra - Janet Lane Walters
The Libra hero or heroine.
Sun represents the inner self. A Libra desires balance in their life. Often have difficulty with decisions since they can see both sides of an issue. They have a love of order and justice, peace and harmony. They are courteous, pleasant and agreeable. As a rule they are even-tempered. They are sensitive to their surroundings and the conditions of their friends. They are peacemakers. Libras have objective foresight. They can marry young and sometimes more than once.
Ascendant or the face shown to the world. With this as the rising sign the hero or heroine could be quick to anger but easily appeased. There is a love of justice, neatness and order. Libra ascendants are usually sunny people who like laughter. They have compassion. They dislike unclean work and discord. They are humane. They like to go places and do things.
Libra Moon - the emotional nature. With a Libra moon the hero or heroine is inclined to unions and partnerships. They prefer to work with others. They are affected by the emotions of others. They are fond of pleasure and make friends easily. A love of luxury can be a downfall.
Jenessa is Aries, a nurse, union advocate and likes a good fight.
Eric is Libra, Director of Nursing, and believes in compromise.
Can these two find a way to uncover the underhanded events at the hospital? They’re on opposite sides but the attraction between them is strong. She’s a widow who fought to save her husband’s life during a code. She feels guilty because the love she and her husband shared had died before his death. He assisted at the code but he feels guilty since he was the one who was responsible for the short staffing the night her husband died.
Now they face falling in love and trying to solve the problems between the nurse’s union and the president of the hospital’s Board who wants a take over of the hospital by his hospital group. Is their connection strong enough to survive?
Sun represents the inner self. A Libra desires balance in their life. Often have difficulty with decisions since they can see both sides of an issue. They have a love of order and justice, peace and harmony. They are courteous, pleasant and agreeable. As a rule they are even-tempered. They are sensitive to their surroundings and the conditions of their friends. They are peacemakers. Libras have objective foresight. They can marry young and sometimes more than once.
Ascendant or the face shown to the world. With this as the rising sign the hero or heroine could be quick to anger but easily appeased. There is a love of justice, neatness and order. Libra ascendants are usually sunny people who like laughter. They have compassion. They dislike unclean work and discord. They are humane. They like to go places and do things.
Libra Moon - the emotional nature. With a Libra moon the hero or heroine is inclined to unions and partnerships. They prefer to work with others. They are affected by the emotions of others. They are fond of pleasure and make friends easily. A love of luxury can be a downfall.
Jenessa is Aries, a nurse, union advocate and likes a good fight.
Eric is Libra, Director of Nursing, and believes in compromise.
Can these two find a way to uncover the underhanded events at the hospital? They’re on opposite sides but the attraction between them is strong. She’s a widow who fought to save her husband’s life during a code. She feels guilty because the love she and her husband shared had died before his death. He assisted at the code but he feels guilty since he was the one who was responsible for the short staffing the night her husband died.
Now they face falling in love and trying to solve the problems between the nurse’s union and the president of the hospital’s Board who wants a take over of the hospital by his hospital group. Is their connection strong enough to survive?
Friday, October 16, 2015
Meet Beatrice Lulu Eberhardt by Roseanne Dowell
I’m Beatrice Lulu Eberhardt. Some of you know me from my niece, Callie Johnson. Callie’s the new Chief of Police of our little town. I first
appeared in her book, All in the Family.
Callie doesn’t know it, but she’s my favorite. She got annoyed
with me sometimes because I tried to fix her up with a nice young man, well
several nice young men. I didn’t want her ending up an old maid like I almost
was. If Ed hadn’t come along – well I shudder to think what my life would have
been like. Callie didn’t much care for any of the men I introduced her to.
Praise God, she finally met a nice young man on her own.
But that’s neither here nor there. This story isn’t about
Callie. It’s about me. That’s right, me and pretty much no one else. I’m a bit
of a sleuth. Some call me nosy or a busy body, but honestly, I’m only trying to
help. I don’t mean to interfere.
It all started when Ed and I bought a cabin. It’s a beautiful
place with its own lake, Ed loves to fish. We thought it would be fun to have a
place just for us, away from everyone. You may not remember I’m from a large,
crazy family. Crazy in a fun-loving way, of course. So Ed and I wanted a place to
relax. Not that it’s turned out that way, we’re seldom alone. Guess it’s
because we genuinely like people. So now days when we go up there, someone
always comes along, usually Ethel and her husband, Greg. Ethel’s my sister, by
the way. I have two other sisters, also – Charlotte – we call her Lottie – and Lillian.
Lillian is Callie’s mother, and we have a brother, Clyde, but we don’t see him
as often.
Anyway, we bought the cabin, and Ed and I went up there to clean
it up. No one had been in it for years. Cobwebs filled more than the corners I’ll
tell you that. I could have spray painted them for Halloween. It was going to take days, if not weeks, to clean it. But Ed
promised we could fix it up, and Ed never breaks a promise. That’s one of the
things I love about him.
So there we were looking around, figuring out where to start, and Ed
decided to build a fire to take the chill and damp out of the air. The place
smelled musty, the way empty houses smell after being locked up for a long
time.
Well there I was, thinking about where to start when I heard a
strange clattering noise. I thought Ed fell or something. I turned around and much to my distress, an arm was lying on the fireplace hearth – well what was left of the arm, bones
and tattered flannel from a shirt I assume. Although I’ve been told never to
assume anything.
If you want to know what happens next you’ll have to read about
it in All’s Well That Ends Well soon to be released from Books We Love.
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As the second youngest of six children, I always had a vivid imagination and loved to make up stories. I often sat and daydreamed about imaginary characters and lost myself in books and make-believe worlds.
My love of writing began as a teenager, but only recently pursued it seriously. With encouragement from fellow book-club members, NEORWA and my husband, I began writing and submitting my work.
Although Satin Sheets was my first published novel, I have over forty articles and stories published in magazines such as Good Old Days, Nostalgia, and Ohio Writer along with several online publications.
Besides teaching three writing courses for Long Story School of Writing, I taught a writing course at Cuyahoga Community College.
In my spare time, I enjoys spending time with my six children, fourteen grandchildren and great grandchildren. My hobbies include ceramics, knitting, quilting, and jewelry making. But after my family, my first love is writing. I reside with my husband of forty-eight years in Northeast Ohio. You can visit my website at: http://www.roseannedowell.com
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Memories Taste of This ...by Sheila Claydon
The fact that all those words have finally been shaped into a story I'm happy with, is, of course, the best part. Seeing it published is pretty good too. So what is the worst part? It's saying goodbye to the characters I've lived with for so long, and it's saying goodbye, too, to the memories.
Miss Locatelli is set in London and Florence which are both places I know quite well. I worked in London for a number of years and lived a short rail journey away for even longer. In Florence my Italian friends took me to every corner of the city as well as the surrounding countryside when I visited them, so using both places as a background was easy. The difficult bit was the editing because Miss Locatelli is a romance not a travelogue. For me it was also a trip down memory lane.
My hero and heroine visited places I hadn't expected to see again and they let me choose what they were going to do each day as well. I was also allowed to decide what they ate, which was wonderful because I love Italian food. One of their best and happiest meals was roasted eggplant with tomatoes, so if you want to experience a little of their life, here is the recipe.
1 large eggplant cut into cubes
4 large plum tomatoes cored and quartered
3 tablespoons olive oil
2 tablespoons Sherry wine vinegar
3 tablespoons chopped fresh oregano
1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese
Preheat oven to 450F/230C. Toss eggplant and tomatoes with oil and vinegar, then spread out on overproof dish. Sprinkle with most of oregano plus black pepper and sea salt. Stirring occasionally, roast for between 30-40 minutes until eggplant is tender and golden brown. Transfer to serving dish. Sprinkle with feta and the rest of the oregano. Serve with stuffed zucchini and a large glass of chilled white wine.
Enjoy!
Now, meal eaten and the journey through my memories complete, I'm saying goodbye to Miss Locatelli and the whole cast of characters who were part of her story. So what is next? A new book of course, and this one will probably include a bit of time travel as well.
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Tuesday, October 13, 2015
My Poetry Moment by Joan Donaldson-Yarmey
Over my writing career I have had
articles, short stories, travel books, and mystery, young adult, and science
fiction novels published. And one poem. When that one poem was accepted for
publication, I felt I had taken my writing to another level. I decided, though,
that my contribution was going to be different, that I was going to take the poetry
community by storm. I wanted to make my mark, to stand out in the poetry world.
And to do that I came up with a new poetry sub-genre that I called Script
Poetry. Just like a movie script I set up the scene and the tone for the
poem and give some background of the story in the poem by using a script
layout. It made the whole poem more visual and that way I could get right to
the meat of what I wanted to say.
I enthusiastically sent out my script
poems and waited for the accolades to come in.Surprisingly, the publishers were not as galvanized about this new style of poetry as I was. No one accepted them for publication.
But never underestimate the power of a script poet scorned. At the same time as I was planning my burst onto the poetry stage, I was writing my mystery novel "The Only Shadow In The House," the second book of The Travelling Detective Series. I gave one of my characters the career of a poet and her specialty was Script Poetry. Needless to say the publishers and critics in my fictional world were highly impressed with the poems. The poetry was very popular with the reading public and the poetress won many awards.
To quote from my book: One critic wrote that her poems have an innovative, revolutionary style that is shaking the foundations of the conventionally staid poetry community, while another critic called them insightful and powerful.
I have taken one of the script poems from that novel for you to judge for yourself.
Act One
Exterior-Farm House-Night.
There is snow on the ground. Stars twinkle in the clear, night sky. A vehicle pulls into the yard and a woman climbs out. She stares at the house then takes a deep breath. She releases it in a vapour. With slow tread she climbs up the steps and enters the darkened house. Inside, she stops and listens.
Today, I buried you. Is this what it is like in your grave,
total quiet, total darkness?
I flip on the light and wander the house
looking at the possessions that
represented a life that never existed,
except in my own mind.
This has been our home for nineteen years
but it now feels alien to me.
Because from now on I know that mine
will be the only shadow in the house.
I must leave here soon.
Fade Out
Act Two
Interior-Farm House- Night.
All the lights are on in the house. The woman is in the kitchen. She pushes over the shelving holding plant seedlings and pots. She heads to the dining room and goes to a china cabinet with no doors. All the shelves hold figurines and dishes and knick knacks. They crash to the floor with a sweep of her hand. The ones that don’t break, disintegrate under her foot.
I want you to hear. I want you to know
the sorrow and the pain you have brought me.
I go from room to room, expunging.
I spray your shaving cream on the walls.
I dump your aftershave in the tub.
I grab a knife and shred your clothes.
Finally, there is nothing of yours left.
I feel some satisfaction.
You destroyed my life and now I have
destroyed everything that represented yours.
“There you bastard,” I say. “Rot in hell.”
End Act Two
Act Three
Interior-Farm House- Night
The woman is standing in front of a picture on the living room wall. The furniture and floor are littered with debris. She takes the picture off the hook and stares at it a long time.
I’d had it enlarged for our tenth anniversary
as my loving gift to you.
Were you as pleased as you said you were
or was that just a sham?
I smash the glass against the corner of the table.
I cut my finger removing the shards.
I look at you smiling back at me.
Were you an impostor in our marriage?
For now I wonder how many other
women did you see over our nineteen years.
I slash the picture with the knife. How symbolic.
Fade Out
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I was born in New Westminster B.C. and raised in Edmonton.I have worked as a bartender, cashier, bank teller, bookkkeeper, printing press operator, meat wrapper, gold prospector, house renovator, and nursing attendant. I have had numerous travel and historical articles published and wrote seven travel books on Alberta, B.C. and the Yukon and Alaska that were published through Lone Pine Publishing in Edmonton.
One of my favourite pasttimes is reading especially mystery novels and I have now turned my writing skills to fiction. However, I have not ventured far from my writing roots. The main character in my Travelling Detective Series is a travel writer who somehow manages to get drawn into solving mysteries while she is researching her articles for travel magazines. This way, the reader is able to take the book on holidays and solve a mystery at the same time.
Illegally Dead is the first novel of the series and The Only Shadow In The House is the second. The third Whistler's Murder came out in August 2011 as an e-book through Books We Love. It can be purchased as an e-book and a paperback through Amazon.
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Sunday, October 11, 2015
“Screenwriters? Schmucks with Underwoods.” by Karla Stover
The above quote--Jack Warner, President Warner Brothers Studio
In
Hollywood’s Golden Years, the triumvirate of studio heads, movie stars, and
screenwriters had, at best, an uneasy alliance.
Each person owned a piece of a very lucrative pie, and each one was
equally prone to keep a watchful eye on everyone else’s piece. Everyone wanted something he felt he didn’t
have but that others might. Studio heads wanted more power and the opportunity
to pay the actors less. The actors felt
they were underpaid and wanted more money and choice in their film roles; and
the writers wanted a little appreciation and acknowledgement of their
contributions.
While
looking over a possible screenplay he professed to like, movie producer Samuel
Goldwyn was once heard to say, “I read part
of it all the way through.” But when he
didn’t like the writing, he would say something like, “Here I am paying big
money to you writers, and for what? All you
do is change the words.” Or when speaking about television, “television has
raised writing to a new low.”
On
the other hand, fellow producer Louis B. Mayer claimed to value writers more
than actors. At least he did when he was
in the presence of writers. The general
belief among screenwriters, however, was that he considered them mere “slaves
of the lamp,” a reference to the story “Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp.” In fact, Mayer was so disliked by both actors
and writers that some called him Louis B. Manure. After a bull session, once, when he invited
his writers to voice their complaints, those who weren’t fired got a cut in
pay. This is why playwright,
screenwriter, and notable practical joker, Charles MacArthur, husband of
actress Helen Hayes and father of James MacArthur (Jack Lord’s trusted Danno on
the original Hawaii Five-O), decided
to seek vengeance. MacArthur figured
with the right person and a proper introduction in an appropriate setting, that
he could bamboozle Mayer into paying a writer, whether the person wrote
anything or not, in other words, prove who was the bigger schmuck, a writer or
a Hollywood mogul.
For
the right man, MacArthur hired an English gas station attendant named Basil
whom he’d met on a tennis court.
MacArthur rechristened him Kenneth Woollcott. The first name may have come from British art
historian and Oxford professor, Kenneth Clarke who was very well known at the
time. The last name probably came from one
of a celebrated group of New York City writers, critics, actors and wits who
met regularly at the Algonquin Hotel: Alexander
Woollcott. Admittedly, the connection to
Kenneth might be a bit of a stretch, but Woollcott was well-known for a wit
that was so caustic, he was, for a time, banned from reviewing certain Broadway
theater shows. Thus armed, MacArthur
was ready to put his plan into motion.
The
first thing MacArthur did was introduce Kenneth Woollcott to various M.G.M.
producers describing him as “the next Noel Coward—just out here for a rest—not
interested in working in the pictures.”
Next,
MacArthur had Woollcott accompany him to all studio writers’ meetings with the
explanation, “I wouldn’t make a move on a story unless I asked his advice.”
Then
he waited.
Inevitably,
of course, Woollcott was offered a job at M.G.M.
Speaking
on behalf of Woollcott, MacArthur insisted that there was no chance. Also inevitably, Woollcott was persuaded to
discuss the matter in private. And
finally, of course, as planned, the British gas station attendant signed a
contract for a screenwriter’s job.
Reports
of his income varied from one thousand to fifteen-hundred dollars a week. Either was very generous considering
Woollcott was paid regularly and wrote nothing.
Coached by MacArthur, the fake writer held on to every story idea sent
his way for a few weeks and then returned it to the studio heads. With the arrogant sniff that only a Brit can
deliver, he simply said, “it just isn’t my kind of story.”
And
the checks rolled in—for a month—for four months—for ten months—and Woollcott continued
to return every story idea he received.
As
his employment reached the first anniversary, M.G.M. sent him to Canada to
develop a screenplay about the Hudson’s Bay Company. Woollcott went and, of course, returned sans
script. MacArthur was ready, but
disaster struck! Uncomfortable about his
ill-gotten income, Woollcott had never quit his gas station job. With two employers paying into his social
security, somehow, too much was contributed.
The government got confused and contacted the studio.
Just
before Kenneth Woollcott’s hasty departure from M.G.M., he sent Louis B. Mayer
the following letter composed, of course, by MacArthur.
I wish to thank you for the privilege of
working this year under your wise and talented leadership. I can assure you I have never had more
pleasure as a writer. I think if you
will check your studio log, you will find that I am the only writer who didn’t
cost the studio a shilling this year beyond his wage. This being the case, would you consider awarding
me a bonus for this unique record. I
leave the sum up to you.
Louis
B. Mayer’s response isn’t on record.
What is on record is the fact that not too long after the truth about
the hoax broke, Charles MacArthur went to work for Paramount Studios.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Birthday Card for a Teenage Boy - by Cheryl Wright
Last time I showed you a card I'd made for hubby's birthday. This time around I'm showcasing one I created for my grandson's 16th birthday.
If you think it's hard making cards for men, then try making one for a teenage boy! Man, that's what I call hard work.
Using a variety of different 'splotchy' stamp sets (from Kaisercraft, Stampin' Up!, and others), this is what I came up with:
The number "16" was made using chipboard pieces from kaisercraft, and painting with acrylic paint. The cardbase was 'kraft' cardstock, so using a vintage gold for the chipboard was the best match I could get.
I hope you've enjoyed this card. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!
Links:
My website: www.cheryl-wright.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cherylwrightauthor
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/writercheryl
BWL website: http://bookswelove.net/authors/wright-cheryl/
If you think it's hard making cards for men, then try making one for a teenage boy! Man, that's what I call hard work.
Using a variety of different 'splotchy' stamp sets (from Kaisercraft, Stampin' Up!, and others), this is what I came up with:
The number "16" was made using chipboard pieces from kaisercraft, and painting with acrylic paint. The cardbase was 'kraft' cardstock, so using a vintage gold for the chipboard was the best match I could get.
I hope you've enjoyed this card. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you next time!
Links:
My website: www.cheryl-wright.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cherylwrightauthor
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/writercheryl
BWL website: http://bookswelove.net/authors/wright-cheryl/
Multi-published author, Cheryl Wright, former secretary, debt collector, account manager, writing instructor, and shopping tour hostess, loves reading. She writes romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and the occasional comedy.
She lives in Melbourne, Australia, and is married with two adult children and has six grandchildren. When she’s not writing, she can be found in her craft room making greeting cards.
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