Just remembered this is my day and I'm a bit late in posting but here you have a bit about my adventure on Tuesday,
Recently I experienced Robotic surgery and was disappointed that I couldn't see what they were doing. After all, they let me watch while I had a double knee replacement. Why? I am a writer and every experience goes into a writer's imaginative memory. Though I didn't get to see what they were doing I did have a vision. You've all read books where the heroine is slated for a ritual death to appease some god. My imagination conjured this scene.
Imagine the OR with the large ceiling light that could be considered the sun. They wheeled me in and transferred me to the table. Asked me what my favorite piece of music. I replied "tThe 1812 Overture" but I wasn't sure that was appropriate for the procedure. So I had "The Nutcracker." Now comes the imaginational part. First they put my right arm on a board and then my left hand. They were strapped down. Then my legs were positioned. That's when I lost consciousness. But in my mind I was the sacrificial virgin, though that doesn't really apply. But writers being writers, they are able to change things a bit.
Friday, June 17, 2016
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
The Second International Day of Yoga
On June twenty-first, yoga lovers
will gather at the iconic Times Square in New York city, in sixteen Bulgarian
cities, at the Al-Azhar park in Cairo, in Shanghai, China, and in many other
places, both large and small, around the world to celebrate the Second Annual
International Day of Yoga (IDY.)
When the United Nations General
Assembly (UNGA), voted on December 11, 2014, in favour of a resolution declaring
June 21 (the summer solstice, being the longest day of the year in the Northern
Hemisphere and having special significance in many parts of the world,) it gave
birth to the International Day of Yoga. Over 175 countries, including USA,
China and Canada, co-sponsored the resolution, giving it the largest number of
co-sponsors for any UNGA resolution of such a nature.
The largest IDY celebrations this
year are to be held in Chandigarh, India, where an expected 30,000 participants
are to be joined by the Prime Minister, Narendra Modi. Indeed, yoga has
experienced an enormous explosion of interest in its country of origin. India
has a Federal ministry of Yoga (and Indigenous Health systems,) and many millions
of practitioners—civil servants, police forces, convicts and school children—are
exposed to its teachings.
In Canada, the festival will be
observed in all major cities and scores of smaller places, with the largest
outdoor gathering of yogis to occur in Vancouver, B.C. Last year, so many
participants showed up that Burrard Bridge was closed. British Columbia premier
Christy Clark’s government partnered with yoga-attire giant Lululemon and other
businesses to stage was called the largest IDY festival outside of India.
Interestingly, the IDY is becoming
not just an occasion to stretch ones muscles, but also an opportunity to
discover alternate health therapies, holistic philosophies, music and even
cooking. For example, a special lecture series relating Yoga to the achievement
of Sustainable Development goals is to be held at the United Nations
Headquarters in New York this year.
With IDY celebrations spreading
throughout the world, it will be interesting how this special day will grow and
change in the coming years.
ABOUT THE IDY LOGO
- Folding of both hands in the logo Symbolise Yoga, the union, which reflects the union of individual Consciousness with that of universal Consciousness, a perfect harmony between mind & body, man & nature; a holistic approach to health & well being.
- The brown leaves symbolise the Earth element, the green leaves symbolise the Nature, blue symbolises the Water element, brightness symbolises the Fire element and the Sun symbolise the source of energy and inspiration.
- The logo reflects harmony and peace for humanity, which is the essence of Yoga.
Mohan Ashtakala is the author of "The Yoga Zapper - A Novel" published by Books We Love, Ltd. www.yogazapper.com . Facebook: www.facebook.com/yogazapper
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
The blog that isn't...by Sheila Claydon
My turn to blog and I haven't even thought of a topic. Why? Well for a start I've been too busy editing my next book. Remembering Rose, which is due out at the end of the month, is different from my previous books. Although it's still a contemporary romance, this time it also includes time travel and history, and it could even be considered a family saga, so it's complicated.That's not really the problem though. Writing and then editing a book has its own momentum and I know I'll finish in time for publication. What is really challenging me is trying to think up the title for a series.
When I started writing Remembering Rose, it was going to stand alone. It was still going to stand alone when I typed The End. Then I handed it over to the two readers whose opinions I value before finally sending it off to the Books We Love editor for checking. They both sent it back with the same comment. It should be Book One of a series because they want to know what happens to some of the other characters in the book.
My first response was a groan because writing a series isn't easy. Every fact has to be checked against previous books, and every character has to move on. I discovered this when I wrote my When Paths Meet trilogy. By the time I started Book 3, Saving Katy Gray, Jodie and Bella from Books One and Two were years older with growing families, and I had to remember this every time I referred to them. The other thing about a series is that it has to stand alone if it is to appeal to all readers because not everyone wants to invest in three books at once, so any reference to the characters from the earlier books has to be in context. Also, if on occasion a back story explanation is necessary, then it must be short, concise and relevant, because nobody who has read the earlier books wants to waste time revisiting the stories.
My second response was elation though. If my advisory readers were engaged enough to want to know more about some of the secondary characters in my book, then I had to listen to them. Keeping this in mind I re-read the manuscript, and soon I was listening to one of the characters as she told me her story. Yes, I know that sounds far-fetched, but it's sort of how it works. I start off directing the character and then he or she takes over and before I know it my story has changed.
So now here I am with a series to write but no title. How do I make it an interesting enough series title for readers to want to pick it up? How do I convey the overall theme in two or three words? How do I make it different enough to stand out? The stories are set in Mapleby, an imaginary village in England, and the characters are ordinary. No billionaires or high profile celebrities, just everyday folk living and loving as best they can. I only have a day or two to come up with something and send it to the book cover artist with an apology for asking her to revisit work she has already done.
So that's why I don't have a blog topic today.
On the other hand, I might just have come up with that elusive title. How about Mapleby Memories? I'll sleep on it and see how it looks in the morning. It might just be a winner though, so thanks for listening.
Sheila's books can be found at Books We Love and on Amazon. She also has a website and can be found on facebook
Monday, June 13, 2016
Road Tripping USA Part Six by Joan Donaldson-Yarmey
https://www.amazon.com/Crazy-Cat-Kid-Kids-Book-ebook/dp/B01FNQ5GTA
www.joandonaldsonyarmey.com
Author’s Note
I belong to Angels Abreast, a breast cancer survivor dragon boat
race team in Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada. Every four years the International
Breast Cancer Paddlers Commission IBCPC) holds an international festival
somewhere in the world. In the spring of 2013, my team received a notice that
the IBCPC had chosen Sarasota, Florida, USA, to hold the next festival in
October 2014.We decided to attend and while the other members were going to fly down, tour around some of the sites and head home I wanted to see more of the country and meet some of the people. My husband, Mike, and I drove from our small acreage at Port Alberni, British Columbia, on the Pacific Ocean, to Sarasota, Florida on the Atlantic Ocean.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine the people I would meet nor the beautiful places I would see nor the adventures I would have on our ten week, 18,758km (11656 mile) journey. On the thirteenth day of every month in 2016 I will post a part of my trip that describes some of the excellent scenery, shows the generosity and friendliness of the people, and explains some of the history of the country. The people of the USA have much to be proud of.
"Sounds good,” I said. I looked out the window but we were already past it. “What was it?" I was picturing a grocery store or clothing store.
“It's a Jack and Jill adult only superstore."
“It would be a quiet place to shop,” I said. At home, we usually shop at The All Canadian Superstore for our groceries. I thought that, like some restaurants, grocery stores were now becoming for adults only.
Then after smirking a bit Mike explained it was an Adult Only Superstore—kinky stuff. And no, we didn’t go shopping.
We drove to Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary. Mike wasn’t feeling well so I went alone. It was a lovely walk along the 2.25 mile (3.6km) boardwalk. I strolled above the wet prairie and into the pond cypress trees. The boardwalk zigzagged through the trees to the lettuce lakes which are covered in greenery that looks like leaf lettuce. Then I entered the world’s largest old growth bald cypress forest. Some of the trees, which are related to the redwood, tower 130ft (40m) overhead and are 25ft (7.6m) in circumference. Although this sanctuary is home to alligators, I didn't see any. I did however, see a mama raccoon and three babies.
We drove to Naples and stopped at the Walmart to do some shopping. It was hot so we tried to find some trees for shade in the side area of the parking lot. I was on the overhead bed reading when I heard a noise that I thought was a knock.
“Did you hear anything?” I asked Mike
He went to the door and yelled. “What can I do for you?”
There was no answer.
He pulled aside the blind then pointed to me. I looked out my open window and saw a woman standing just below me by the passenger's door. She was nicely dressed and had a container of juice or water.
“Can I help you?” I asked through the open window.
She looked around.
“Up here.”
She still couldn't find me.
“Up, up. Look up.”
She finally did and saw me. "Do you have any cigarettes?" she asked.
“I’ve never smoked and my husband quit years ago.”
“Thank you.” She walked away.
Mike thought she was a hooker trying to drum up business. I said her clothes didn't suit that type of job. She was dressed more for working in a store. He figured she probably went to every truck and asked for a cigarette.
It was 82F (27.7C) at 10:30am as we headed out of Naples. I still couldn’t associate the temperatures with the fact that it was the end of October. If we were at home on Vancouver Island, it would be overcast, raining, maybe plus 5*C (41F).
We were on the Tamiami Trail. The construction of this highway was begun in 1923 by a private citizen who put up his own money. In 1926, the state took over to complete it. It opened in 1928 and connects Tampa and Miami.
We stopped at the Marsh Walk Trail. The walk itself is 1.1 miles (1.8km) but it was so hot that I only went about ¼ mile to the observation tower and looked out over the marsh. I saw fish swimming in the pond below the tower and birds flying around. Beautiful.
We drove to the Everglades National Park. I went into the office to find information about taking the Ten Thousand Island boat tour. While I waited my turn to book a spot I wandered around the gift shop. I saw a number of women wearing the t-shirt that all team members had been given at the dragon boat festival.
“I have one of those,” I said to one of the women.
“Oh, what team were you on?” she asked.
“Angels Abreast from Nanaimo. What about you?”
“Breast Friends from Edmonton.”
“Wow,” I gasped. “I belonged to that team from 2002 to 2004.”
“I’ve only been on it for three years,” the woman said.
“Did you take the islands tour?”
“Yes, we just came back. We’re on a bus tour through southern Florida before heading home.”
They left then a different woman came in. “I heard that someone in here once belonged to Breast Friends,” she said, loudly.
“I did.”
“Oh,” she said, looking at me. “I was told that we may know each other.”
“I left in 2004,” I said.
She shook her head. “I didn’t join until 2006.”
We hugged and she left to get back on the bus. I booked to go on the next tour and went to the motorhome to wait.
“This is where the Florida peninsula breaks apart into thousands and thousands of tiny pieces,” the captain said after the cruise boat had pulled away from the dock. “These clusters of mangroves form islands in this shallow estuary that is constantly fed by a flow of fresh rainfall into the Florida Bay. The number of islands depends on the tide.
“The red mangroves of Florida are trees that can grow in saline or brackish water. They reproduce by growing cigar-shaped baby plants that drop into the water and float until they find land to cling to and root. These mangroves thrive because they can remove fresh water from the saltwater. Their tangled roots are above ground so they can breathe.”
As we slowly wove our way through the islands, I saw pelicans in the water and eagles in trees. We went past a manatee zone but I didn't see any manatees. The captain took us to the farthest island, and we looked out at the Gulf of Mexico. On our way back dolphins came and circled around the boat. We spent a lot of time watching them playing and feeding.
We went into Everglades City for the night and the next morning headed back to the Everglades National Park where we took a boat ride inland through the Mangrove Trees. Captain Josh took us along nameless waterways into the dense swampy part of the everglades. On some channels the branches met overhead blocking out the sun. We saw two alligators and had to duck webs made by huge spiders. We watched for manatees but none came around the boat. In spite of that we had a really good trip.
Back on the Tamiami Trail we turned east and entered Big Cypress National Preserve. This 720,000 acre preserve protects the fresh waters of the Big Cypress Swamp, the waters of which are essential to the neighbouring Everglades.
We stopped in at the Ochopee post office, the smallest post office in the US. We bought some stamps and mailed a post card to my mother. The post mistress said that they are busy all the time and send letters to many parts of the world.
Along the road we saw a sign for the HP Williams roadside park and pulled in. There was a short boardwalk alongside a canal. We saw alligators, turtles, fish, and a cormorant. The cormorant sat on the edge of the land then slid headfirst into the water. We could see it swimming under the surface looking for fish. When it caught one, it rose to the surface and swallowed it.
Further down the Tamaimi Trail we stopped at the Kirby Shorter roadside park. I walked on the boardwalk that is a mile round trip. I started out through a prairie-like area that was dry land with tall grass. The further I went, the wetter it got and then I was in a swamp with tall Cyprus trees. The transition from the prairie to the swamp was amazing.
As we drove we did see road signs for the Florida panther but never saw one of the illusive cats. When we passed the Oasis Visitors Center we looked in the canal beside the road and saw lots of alligators laying side by side on the banks. We stopped and took pictures of them.
Alligators are the world’s largest reptiles and date back millions of years to the dinosaur era. They grow a foot a year for the first four years and then slowly after that. It may take a female 10 to 15 years to reach maturity at seven feet (2.1m) long and a male 8-12 years. They can live between 35 and 60 years. Alligators only eat 15 to 20 times a year.
We headed towards the Florida Keys. Key is from the Spanish word Cayo meaning small island. The Keys are an archipelago of about 1700 islands which are exposed portions of an ancient coral reef. They are connected to the US mainland by Highway 1.
We began at Key Largo, made famous by the movie Key Largo staring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall and the song Key Largo recorded in 1981 by Bertie Higgins. We drove over many channels and through many towns on our way to Key West. There were souvenir shops, marinas, museums, and bakeries along the highway. There were many places where we saw the Gulf of Mexico on one side and Atlantic Ocean on the other. We finally quit counting the number of Keys that we drove through. The scenery changed from trees to ocean views to houses to state parks. The most impressive part of the drive were the bridges. Long Key Bridge over Long Key Channel lives up to it name. It is almost 2.5 miles (4km) long.
As we drove over the Seven Mile Bridge, built between 1978 and 1982, we saw the old original bridge beside it. That was known as the Knights Key-Pigeon Key-Moser Channel-Pacet Channel Bridge. It was constructed between 1909 and 1912 as part of the Florida East Coast Railway which ran to Key West. In the 1930s, highway bridges were being constructed to connect the Keys but in 1935 a hurricane hit killing more than 200 of the workers. It also badly damaged the railroad tracks and they were never rebuilt. The bridge became part of the highway system. Now it is falling apart and there are trees growing on it, but part of it has been fixed up and is used for people to walk on.
At the Bahai Honda State Park we pulled in to book a spot for the night but there weren't any sites left. We were told to go to the Big Pine Key Fishing Lodge. We crossed the Spanish Harbour Bridge and were in Big Pine Key. I went in to book a place at the lodge. It was $64.00 for the night. I decided I wanted to camp on the Gulf of Mexico so I paid the extra $6.00 to be on the water.
We still had lots of time so we continued our journey south. We saw small islands of mangroves in the water, and on land I saw lizards in the grass. We arrived in Key West and Highway 1 became Truman Avenue. The further south we went on it the narrower the street became until it was down to one lane. We saw a lot of the old section of the city. We reached Fort Zachary at the southern end of the key and work our way through narrow streets almost too small for the motorhome.
At the corner of Angela and Whitehead we turned onto Whitehead and drove past the Ernest Hemmingway Home. It is now a museum and open to visitors. However, the streets were so narrow that we couldn't find a place to park our motorhome.
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.
i live on a small acreage in the Alberni Valley on Vancouver Island.
Sunday, June 12, 2016
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Saturday, June 11, 2016
TACOMA’S MYSTERY VISITOR or WHO WAS LEO THE LION? by Karla Stover
Tacoma’s location made life easy for
smugglers, shanghaies, and the Hollywood circuit. By rail or water, luminaries
such as Sarah Bernhardt, Lillian Russel, and Ethel Barrymore came, performed,
and moved on. However, it was probably the Depression which brought MGM’s Leo
the Lion to town. Leo was on a promotion tour.
In 1917, Samuel Goldwyn formed a movie
studio and a lion called Slats was used in one of the first pictures he
produced. Seven years later, when Goldwyn, Marcus Loew, and Louis B. Mayer
merged and formed Metro, Goldwyn, Mayer, Slats was kept on as mascot and a man
named Howard Dietz designed the logo. The story is that Dietz he used the lion
as tribute to his alma mater, Columbia University whose sports teams were the
Lions and that Columbia’s fight song, “Roar, Lion, Roar” is the reason Leo
growls.
Back to Slats, he was born at the Zoo in
Dublin Ireland on March 20, 1919 and was originally named Cairbre. Vaudeville
and circus performer Volney Phifer trained Slats and was part of the group who
brought him to Tacoma. Phifer was generally referred
to as “the chief wrangler” of most of the animals which were used on a variety of
MGM productions from the mid-teens to the late 1950s. The most famous beside
Leo were Cheetah from the Tarzan movies and Toto, The Wizard of Oz Dog, though Phifer’s work on Gone With The Wind was considered to be important in keeping the
many horses and other animals safe and also making their actions appear
naturel.
Slats was used on all black-and-white MGM films between 1924 and 1928. Unlike his successors,
though, Slats did nothing but look around in the logo and was therefore the
only MGM lion not to roar. Slats died in 1936, was skinned, and at last
sighting his hide was on display at the McPherson
Museum in McPherson,
Kansas.
Mel Koontz trained Jackie, the second
“Leo.” Koontz started work as a sixteen-year-old
popcorn and peanut vendor at Los Angeles’s old Selig Zoo. He worked himself up
to "cage cleaner and eventually became an animal trainer. Jackie was the first MGM lion to roar—the roar was first heard
via a gramophone record during MGM's first sound production, White Shadows in
the South Seas (1928). In
addition to appearing in the MGM logo, Jackie appeared in over a hundred films,
including Johnny Weissmuller’s Tarzan movies. He also posed with a nervous Greta
Garbo in a well-known 1926
publicity still. In her autobiography, actress Ann Miller wrote that when
she was there the MGM lion didn’t have any teeth so maybe Miss Garbo was
nervous for naught. Jackie is also known for surviving two train wrecks, an
earthquake, and an explosion in the studio, giving him the nickname "Leo
the Lucky".
MGM began experiments with two-strip color
short subjects in 1927 and animated cartoons in 1930. Two two-strip Technicolor variations of the MGM logo were created, using two
different lions. The, Telly, appeared on all color MGM movies between 1927 and
1932. Telly roared softly, then a little louder followed by a brief pause, and
then a final roar as he turned his head. The second lion, Coffee, appeared in
color films between 1932 and 1934, and in 1935 for what were called the Happy
Harmonies shorts, until
production was switched to full three-strip Technicolor filming. Coffee roared
once softly, and a second time a little louder.
So, which lion did Mayor Melvin G. Tennent
pose with in Tacoma? It must have been Jackie because in addition to the above
mentioned accidents, the Tacoma Daily
Ledger mentioned he had survived a Mississippi River flood and a plane
crash. Jackie died at an advanced age of 23, in 1938, and is buried in
Gillette, New Jersey, on the farm once owned by Volney Phifer
Slats (1924–1928) AUTHOR OF:
Jackie (1928–1956) Murder on the Line
Telly (1927–1932) and Coffee (1932–1934) Murder, When One Isn't EnoughTanner (1934–1956) Hidden History of Tacoma
George (1956–1958) Let's Go Walk About in Tacoma
Leo (1957–present) A Feather for a Fan
Courtesy of
Wikepedia
Friday, June 10, 2016
Books We Love's Tantalizing Talent ~ Author A.M.Westerling
Living by the motto "You don't know unless you try",
A.M.Westerling started writing historical romance because she couldn't find the
kinds of fun stories she enjoyed. After all, she thought, who
doesn’t enjoy a tasty helping of dashing heroes and spunky heroines, seasoned
with a liberal sprinkle of passion and adventure?
Westerling, a former
engineer, is a member of the Romance Writers of America and active in her local
chapter. As well as writing, she enjoys cooking, gardening, camping, yoga, and
watching pro sports. She lives in Calgary, Canada.
A note from Astrid:
Historical romance has always been my passion
(ha, no pun intended!) as it blends my love of history with my love of romance
and its always satisfying Happily Ever After ending. It really is a wonder I
graduated from university because those were the days when historical romance
really found its stride. I freely admit to spending way more time between the
pages of books by Kathleen Woodiwiss, Rosemary Rogers and Bertrice Small than
the pages of my text books! Anyway, when the writing bug hit me, it only seemed
natural to stay with that genre.
My tag line includes the phrase “From Vikings
to viscounts” because I enjoy many different eras. I’ve written four full length
novels: a Viking romance, a Medieval romance, and two Regency set romances. Right
now I’m working on another Viking romance set in Vinland or, as it’s known now,
Newfoundland. I will also have to write a book featuring a viscount because I
haven’t done that as yet!
In case you’re wondering, A.M. stands for
Astrid Margarethe. Westerling is my mom’s maiden name and now you know how I
came up with my pseudonym.
Find me on the Books We Love website: http://www.bookswelove.com/authors/westerling-m/
My latest release, A Heart Enslaved:
Amazon |
Gisela realizes the Viking Thorvald Stronghawk
views her as chattel rather than a woman with a life and mind of her own.
Although her head tells her to escape the man she views as nothing more than a
savage murdered, her heart has other ideas.
Complete List of Books We Love titles by
A.M.Westerling
A Heart Enslaved
A Knight For Love
Her Proper Scoundrel
The Countess’ Lucky Charm
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