Friday, March 24, 2017

Catching UP!

   I have finished, and posted the prologue and first chapter of Spirit of Rain that I started on St. Patricks Day to the 10,000 Words Challenge at Chapter Buzz.  Anyone who wants to read it, can follow this link.
I really am very happy to be writing again, but very sure that something  is wrong for the following reasons.
   1. It's coming quite easily as long as I keep writing and don't stop.
   2. I keep going to sleep in the middle of sentences.
to the Word Count that has me at almost 9,000 words

    In the Post a chapter section, I posted the beginning of SPIRIT OF EARTH, vol. 1 with the link
to where it can be bought (because it's always a good idea to offer a sample to potential readers in case someone want's to buy it.) And they counted all those extra words from the book that was already finished and published --
I did NOT write 9,000 + words in ONE week! 
But you knew that!
This might be a good place to offer sample chapters or your own work as a form of promotion. As far as I can tell, It's free!

Galleys that went out this week:
Marta's Place by C.M. Albrecht. 
   When Hal Morrison goes to work at Marta's Place he doesn't just have to deal with customers; he has to deal with love, lust, detectives, drugs, murder, mayhem…and Marta!

Work continued on the following books this week:
EASTERN SHORE NOIR, a Collection of Work by Members of the Writers Bloc
   Okay, so here you are, reader, opening the page ... obviously you have discriminating tastes and a longing, nay, a desire, for a cracking good story pulsing with noir elements.

RED YEAR, by Jan Shapin
    Can a red-haired woman from Chicago single-handedly force Joseph Stalin to back down?         China, 1927. 
    Thirty-three year old Rayna Prohme, accompanying her left-wing journalist husband, becomes the political confidant and lover of Mikhail Borodin, the Russian commander sent to prop up a failing Chinese revolution. In a bid to continue their love affair, Rayna hatches a plan to accompany Mme. Sun, the widow of the Chinese revolution’s founder, to Moscow.

Chasing Nightmares by James R. Kincaid
             Chasing Nightmares, deliberately embracing terrors, isn’t what you and I are likely to do.  But you and I are not the four central characters in this novel, pretty typical college kids who sense that their lives are so predictable they hardly seem present in them.  They are determined not to succumb to the commonplace scripts set out for them, pathways that are so comfortable they might as well be padded, MUSAK softly playing.
      So, they set out from Los Angeles, trying hard to find the perilous.  They try hard to make themselves unprepared, open, desperate to vivify their minds and senses.  They make it only as far as Lake Tahoe and the nearby Donner Pass, where they do succeed in attracting horrors, certainly not the ones they had, despite themselves, anticipated. 
            But the nightmares they wrap round themselves also contain a good deal more than shivers, and the calls on their resolve demand more than simple courage (or foolhardy consistency).  Without knowing how it happened, they are drawn into a different strangeness, asking for and yet reluctant to receive something very much like love.

Jack's News!
  by your Official Bookstore Cat, 
and Gossip Columnist.
Hi Folks,

   No news from you guys again this week. It's been pretty dull here at home, too.
Except for Sunday, when Arline was looking for a bowl on the shelf and knocked a pitcher off. Don't worry, it didn't break! It just fell down in the chair and bonked my baby sister Spunky right on her soft little head!

   She  was napping in her favorite chair -- and it HIT HER right on the head. Her head is pretty soft, so so the pitcher didn't even break.

   Arline was very upset, she kept petting her and making sure she was okay. Boy, did Spunky like that.  Licking Arline's fingers and getting a belly-rub. Then when Arline went back in the kitchen. Spunky stayed right there, begging for treats, and just fawning all over everyone, sucking up the way she always does. She rubbed herself all over Sid's boots and hopped into Roger's lap and licked his chin. She never even knew what hit her, but she sure knew how to milk the action.

    I'll bet she just thought it was trolls, again.  And she didn't go to sleep again until after everyone had left and then she got me to look EVERYwhere, to be sure No trolls none had got in the house.

   This is a secret, so don't tell, okay? But I used to hide under that chair and grab her tail whenever she jumped up. She'd squawk and jump down and look everywhere. While she was sniffing around trying to find out what happened, I'd stroll out looking all innocent and tell her she had been attacked by trolls and didn't she see them?  I told her they were big purple animals with warts and big, big teeth and they loved to catch sleeping kitties  and take them far, far away from from their homes, and leave them all alone in the woods.

   I felt really bad when she thanked me for chasing them away and said she was lucky to have a big brother who knew how to make trolls run. To this day, she never climbs in that chair without checking underneath for hidden trolls.

Arline has had her head in the computer all week, so she really was writing, but she keeps falling asleeep and waking up with a whole screen full of e's or P's but Roger said he's happy, cause she's always happy when she's writing and maybe he'll get lucky and she'll write some love scenes. 

As for the rest of you, PLEASE don't forget to send me news of any personal appearances, signings and so on that you have planned... so I'll have some gossip to pass along next week. 

Just send an e-mail to with 
 "News for Jack" 
 in the subject line, and
I'll make sure it shows up here for all the world to see!

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