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Friday, 8 January 2016

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and suffer, suffer, suffer @DivouxElisa

Look what I found! This biography-styled book is about a woman with time on her hands (kids all flown the nest) who felt she could 'make a difference'. At almost fifty, she packed her bags and travelled to the slums of India to do humanitarian work. She's seen it all, and written about her experiences in this amazing book called...


The Girl Who is Worth 100 Cows
Elisa Divoux

From a small village in the Sudan to the slums of Mumbai, this story is a remarkable chronicle of humanitarian service and insight into places hardly imaginable. What begins as a simple desire to give back through charitable work becomes a fascinating tale of places where life is a constant struggle, and of the people who inhabit them. This true story records the journey of Elisa as she sets out on her own to give something back to the world, and how that process changes the people she meets, and ultimately herself. 



Out in Kindle and Paperback!

Wanting to perform service at third world locations badly in need, she ends up spending half a year working in a hospital in a small village in South Sudan, followed by 8 months working in the slums of Mumbai.

This story delves deeply into the lives, situations, and thoughts of people living in conditions hard to imagine by those of us fortunate enough to have spent our lives in the comfort of western civilization. This is the story of many people and the incidents that happen along the way, some funny, some poignant, some tragic. On balance, though, it is a story of hope and the perseverance of the human spirit, and the joy and satisfaction that comes from helping those truly in need,

Originally chronicled in a blog written while she traveled, this book expands the blog by filling in details of the things that happened, background, new stories, and fascinating insight into the lives of the people she touched.

Thursday, 8 October 2015

If you like #urbanfantasy novels, check out this extract from the book Midnight Burning


 Excerpt from the book

MIDNIGHT BURNING

by

Karissa Laurel

Cowboy Hat reached for my hand and guided it where he wanted it to go. His other hand unfastened the button in his waistband and tugged open his zipper. He yanked me forward by the wrist, and the action woke me from my trance.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I said, grabbing for his crotch. I locked my fingers around his most sensitive flesh and twisted. Cowboy Hat screeched, and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Tell me where he is, asshole. Harold Hati knows something about my brother’s murder, and I have to find him. Don’t think for a minute that your nuts hold any value compared to that.”

He swatted at me. “Let go of me, you crazy bitch!”

I tightened my grip, twisted again, and swallowed the bile trying to rise in my throat. I dug my nails in, and Cowboy Hat sang a high-pitched note just as a pair of headlights illuminated the back window of his truck. I prayed the lights belonged to Skyla, come to my aid. “My friend is out there. She wants the info just as badly as I do. You think I’m crazy? That girl is insane. Think of what the two of us could do to you. Thelma and Louise ain't got nothin' on us.”
 MIDNIGHT BURNING...
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 Solina Mundy lives a quiet life, running the family bakery in her small North Carolina hometown. But one night she suffers a nightmare of a vicious wolf devouring her twin brother, Mani, who lives in Alaska. When Solina learns her dream was real, she journeys to the Land of the Midnight Sun to search for answers. 




Solina soon suspects Mani’s friends are more than they seem, and she’s certain they know more than they’ve admitted to the police. Skyla, an ex-Marine, is the only one willing to help.

As Solina and Skyla delve into the mystery surrounding Mani’s death, Solina discovers that her own life is tied to Mani’s friends, his murder, and the fate of the entire world. She must learn to control her newfound gifts and keep everyone safe because, if she fails, a long-lost dominion of gods and monsters will rise, and everything she knows will fall into darkness.


 
Some of Karissa Laurel’s favorite things are coffee, chocolate, and super heroes. She can quote Princess Bride verbatim. She loves to read and has a sweet tooth for fantasy, sci-fi, and anything in between.

Sometimes her husband convinces her to put down the books and take the motorcycles out for a spin. When it snows, you'll find her on the slopes. Karissa lives in North Carolina with her kid, her husband, the occasional in-law, and a very hairy husky named Bonnie

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/KarissaLaurel
Twitter – https://www.twitter.com/KarissaLaurel
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/KarissaLaurel
Pinterest – http://pinterest.com/karissalaurel
Publisher Book Page – http://redadeptpublishing.com/
Youtube - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqYQcpqiItU




Wednesday, 30 September 2015

If you like #murder #mystery novels, check out this extract from Lay Death at Her Door

Excerpt from  
Lay Death at Her Door
by 
 Elizabeth Buhmann
In 1986, a man was murdered. I was beaten and raped. The ensuing trial dominated local headlines until my eyewitness testimony sent a man named Jules Jefferson to prison for life.
I lied.

Lately, I’m reliving the crime. It wakes me in the small hours of the morning. My arm is yanked, and my head bangs against the car door before I’m thrown halfway across the road. Stones bite my knees and elbows, and before I can cry out, my mouth is smacked shut. Pow! My ears ring.

I sit up in bed so fast I lose my breath. My heart pounds, and my temples throb. Another memory, more recent, reeks of gun powder from a Ruger—and of blood. These crimes, the murders and the perjury, have rotted out the center of my life. They’ve also, in a more practical sense, ruined me. In the course of one summer, the fundamental fraud of my life has been exposed.

It is the end of August, and although the days are still hot, the early mornings have the chill of an advancing season. I’m wrapped in a warm shawl, sitting at my desk in the attic of this lovely old house deep in the country, ten miles outside of Lynchburg, Virginia. The window in front of me looks out to the mountains, but sunrise is another hour away, so all I see is my face reflected in the lamplight.

The one way I can see to mitigate disaster is to offer up the whole story, told as only I can tell it.

Twenty years ago, Kate Cranbrook’s eyewitness testimony sent the wrong man to prison for rape and murder. When new evidence exonerates him, Kate says that in the darkness and confusion, she must have mistaken her attacker’s identity.

 She is lying.



Kate would like nothing better than to turn her back on the past, but she is trapped in a stand-off with the real killer. When a body turns up on her doorstep, she resorts to desperate measures to free herself once and for all from a secret that is ruining her life.

Elizabeth Buhmann is originally from Virginia, where her first novel is set, and like her main character, she lived several years abroad while growing up. She graduated magna cum laude from Smith College, Northampton, Massachusetts, and has a PhD in Philosophy from the University of Pittsburgh. For twenty years she worked for the Texas Attorney General as a researcher and writer on criminal justice and crime victim issues. Elizabeth now lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband and dog. She is an avid gardener, loves murder mysteries, and has 2nd degree black sash in Tai Chi.

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Saturday, 26 September 2015

If you like #YA fairy novels, check out this extract from Suddenly Fairies

Excerpt from the book
Suddenly Fairies


by 
 

Tess Janka
    They were tiny, perfectly formed female humanoids. Their silvery skin sparkled like fish scales. They had seaweed-like green hair that framed their faces. Large, round fish-like eyes dominated their little faces. They were close enough that I could even see their elongated fingernails flashing as they gestured and laughed.
     I sat still, hardly daring to breathe as the water sprites chased each other across the lily pads. The three nymphs skidded to a sudden stop and peered into the water. One pointed, and then all three dove into the water without making a splash.
     I was disappointed to have had such a short time to watch them. But moments later, the nymphs bobbed to the surface, carrying a struggling frog onto the shore. The frog fought but was unable to escape because the nymphs had buried their long fingernails deep into its flesh.
     As I watched, horrified, the beautiful nymphs tore the still-living frog into pieces. One of the nymphs lifted a dismembered frog leg to its open mouth and I saw pointed, sharp teeth rip into the flesh.
     A shadow fell over me; startled, I almost fell into the water.

Suddenly Fairies

Suddenly Fairies

This is not your typical fairy story. Ceramics artist Odessa Chase, plagued with migraine headaches, suddenly starts seeing things. First it's just pixies. But when the Fae of Faerie learn that she can see them in the Earthly Realm, they decide she could be a threat; they kidnap her and take her to the Land of the Fairies to determine her fate. 

As she travels the Realm of the Fae, she learns their ways, but she learns her fate almost too late -- she is to be the Prey for the WintersFeast celebration, chased to the death by the Goddess of the Hunt and her Horde of Hell-Wolves.

If she survives, will she be allowed to return home?

Author, Tess L. Janka is a retired transcriptionist and current ceramics artist who lives with her husband in San Diego, California. "Suddenly Fairies" is her first book, begun during NaNoWriMo, an online novel writing challenge. This book came about from an author's favorite two words: what if?





Wednesday, 20 February 2013

So You Want an Author Platform?

You can buy an eBook made up of articles from WWBB at the very small price of 98p or $1.55 on Amazon. The articles are all by me (not guests writing for this blog) and are from this blog, rewritten, revamped and all published in one little eBook. 


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A few of the things the book covers:

How NOT to build your author platform.
Identifying your brand: YOUR NAME!
What does RSS mean? 
How to back up your blog.
Typos in eBooks and on blogs.
How to Format your Book for Kindle (KDP) in Word.
Kindle Direct Publishing – KDP.
Reasons a reader will stop reading your book.
Should you use something other than said?
What does your rejection letter mean?
How NOT to submit a book proposal.
Stereotyping characters.
Simple factors when writing your query letter.
The synopsis.
Mistakes some new writers make.
The elevator pitch broken down into seconds.
Your blog content: tagging, links, your author profile, twitter and hashtags.

All that, plus more, condensed into 9,500 words.






Sunday, 7 October 2012

World building or...


And on the Eighth Day >insert deity< made >insert race/planet<
by 
PR Pope


Part of the fun of writing stories in the Science Fiction genre is the opportunity to play at being a god (of course, many of the comments I’ll make here are applicable to other genres, especially other types of Speculative Fiction such as fantasy; but I’ll be concentrating on what I know best).

My current project is a trilogy set, mostly, on a planet called Antares, far away across our galaxy (far far away but not long ago!)  It is, of course, imaginary – that is, although the planet may actually be there orbiting a star that we call Antares, nobody knows what that planet is like or if it is home to any form of life (and at this point I must admit that, although my online biography suggests otherwise, I do not actually come from Antares!).

There is a debate raging among science fiction authors, albeit sotto voce [Ed: - how can it be raging and sotto voce at the same time?], between what you might call the ‘risk-taking’ and the ‘cautious’ camps.  The risk-takers launch into their story and play it by ear, visiting a planet here, passing a star system there, meeting interesting alien races, getting their hero(ine) into a situation where they need some exotic technology to extricate themselves.  Along the way they will introduce some suitable back-stories where necessary.  The emphasis is on the fiction, the science is merely a useful tool at times.  By contrast, the cautious authors – or perhaps more accurately, ‘organised’ – ensure they have planned consistent worlds, races, technology etc.  I am in this camp (you’d already guessed, hadn’t you?).  Some might be considered to take this to extremes (okay, I’m holding up my hand to this too).  I want to be sure that I know the geography, history, flora, fauna, technology, culture and religions of my invented worlds.  Much of this needs to be established long before the story itself is written, although inevitably it will get expanded and refined as the actual story-telling gets underway.  Hence, as the story unfolds – usually in unexpected directions once the characters take over and begin to assert themselves – throw-away references can be included without fear of earlier or subsequent contradiction.  Minor incidents from one storyline can become crucial events in another – difficult to manage if you haven’t laid down a consistent background in the first place.


Is it really that important, you might be asking yourself.  Isn’t this guy just being a bit obsessive-compulsive, or anally-retentive?  Perhaps he’s just trying to pander to the popular image of extreme nerds/geeks – portrayed in exquisitely caricatured detail by Jim Parsons as Sheldon in The Big Bang Theory?  Why does he keep putting words in my mouth, and making me ask questions?

There are two pertinent responses to those questions.  The first, of course, is to ask why you’re questioning a blog that’s already been written – it’s not interactive, you know [Ed: - Uum, it IS actually, there may be comments and you’re expected to reply].  The second is to point you at a couple of landmark works of speculative fiction and suggest you consider how significant consistent world-building was to their impact: Tolkein’s Middle Earth had much background material that was never intended to be published, but which ensured that the stories were internally consistent (even to the extent of inventing languages and alphabets); while one of the great pleasures of reading Anne McCaffrey’s Pern books is that minor characters in one book can be the main characters in another (and vice versa), with distant events from one story being related by a harper as part of the atmosphere of another entirely separate story, all adding to the sense of a real environment with concurrent events coloured by diverse viewpoints and perceptions.

You might not have considered how much assumed or implied background there is to any story.  When your characters have a shared culture with your readers, then words, concepts, places, pets and even brands all contribute to the reader’s experience (and hopefully understanding and enjoyment) of the story.

Jack and Jill / went up the hill / to fetch a pail of water. / Jack fell down / and broke his crown / and Jill came tumbling after.” 

In most of the English-speaking world, readers know (or think they do) that Jack is a boy and Jill is a girl.  They have a mental image, probably, of a hill as distinct, say, from a mountain or a tumulus.  They know what a pail is (although they might normally call it a bucket).  Of course, they may wonder why the young (?) couple/siblings are going up a hill looking for water rather than down to a river in the valley – perhaps there’s a spring on the hillside?  Everyone can empathise with Jack when he falls and injures himself (younger readers, though, may wonder why he’s wearing a crown – is he a prince?).

One of my friends is an archaeologist who comes from Libya.  After meals when people are sitting around telling stories, he often regales everyone with traditional stories from his childhood.  A different culture, yet many of the themes are, of course, universal, although names and other details may be unfamiliar. 

Nawaf and Nawel / went to the tell, / to fill their girba / with maya / ...” 

Okay, so I cheated slightly there, by not translating maya into water, just transliterating it.  But without the proximity to the Jack and Jill version a few lines earlier you may not have understood what was happening.
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Now suppose you have a story set on an imaginary world.  There can be no shared culture with your readers, everything they know about your world will come from you.  What’s more (as every writer knows) you have to show, not tell.  So your readers are experiencing an unfamiliar world through your characters.  You may ask, how is that different from a story set in an exotic location?  (There you go with the questions again...) [Ed: Stop it!]  On the face of it, it’s much the same.  Except that some of the things we can take for granted anywhere on Earth might not be true on our planet: gravity may be much reduced, with all sorts of resulting anatomical effects, not to mention walking gait; daylight might be a very different mix of wavelengths, resulting in colour perception being altered or even non-existent or other senses being far more acute; the atmosphere might be thinner, or composed of different gases, with radical effects on the likely flora and fauna; and so on...  Then there’s the culture – just because Western Europe was shaped by wars, conquest and powerful religions, that doesn’t mean that your planet followed the same path.  The order in which certain key technologies are developed can be crucial to the overall shape of the economy, industry and society in general.  Steampunk is a genre predicated on the radical alterations in society and history because of a slight variation in the development of technology.  Terry Pratchett’s Discworld is the iconic world where technologies develop in different ways – in his case with hilarious results – as well as being another perfect example, like Pern, of a world where events in different books overlap in a way that adds depth and realism.

Saturday, 25 August 2012

Need an editor?

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Here is what she can offer to her clients:

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  2. Page by page revision recommendations when applicable.
  3. Phone, email, or online chat time for brainstorming your manuscript.
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Monday, 23 July 2012

Blogs, websites, Facebook pages and anything else that you can't do without as an author

That's what's in store for August, folks! I've invited authors and bloggers to introduce their favourite website (or blog or FB page or Twitter hashtag...)

Maybe you, yes you reading this, have a blog or website or... and wants to spread the word?



Do ya? Do ya really?

Of course you do. Don't be shy.

See the 'contact me' button up the top on the left? Click it and tell me all about your blog or website or...

I really, really wanna know.



So does everyone else.

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

You're never too old to write. Meet Reginald Gray with his latest book:

The gunman turned to the injured bus driver, pointed the gun, and pulled the trigger for the third time. 




A murder during a robbery on a double-deck bus on the outskirts of an English rural town leaves the local police baffled as to motive. Further related deaths makes the apprehension of the killer a top priority for Detective Inspector Harty but the lack of clues makes this a difficult case to solve.


Excerpt:
Any doubt that the robbers would actually use their guns dissolved at that moment and the young man promptly sat down again. The shot had brought screams from most of the women, and looks of horror and disbelief from all the passengers on the lower deck. Handbags and wallets were quickly opened to reveal their contents to the second gunman who grabbed anything worthwhile and stuffed it into his pockets. The bus driver tried to take advantage of the distraction and made a move for the buttons to close the doors and so make it difficult for the bandits to leave the bus. A second shot from the gunman beside him hit him in the hand before he could reach the buttons causing him excruciating pain.

The gunman demanded that the driver hand over his takings plus everything in his pockets. The second man continued to relieve the passengers of everything they had.

After a few moments the two robbers from the upper deck ran down the stairs and out of the exit door. They rapidly made their way to a car parked a short distance in front of the bus. One of them opened the nearside passenger and rear doors then jumped in to the rear seat slamming the door behind him and opening slightly the offside door. The other man opened the driver's door, leaned in and turned a key already in the ignition and started the engine. He then joined the man in the rear seat leaving the driver's door open. The robber on the lower deck of the bus, who had been taking the passengers valuables, threw the last of the handbags on to the floor of the bus, ran to the car, climbed into the driving seat and started to rev the engine, ready to go.

The gunman who had already shot twice turned to the injured bus driver, pointed the gun at the startled man's head and pulled the trigger for the third time. The driver slumped forward on to the steering wheel where he stayed motionless. The gunman turned, ran down the steps and to the front passenger seat of the waiting car. As the passenger door slammed shut the driver put the engine into gear and the car quickly disappeared from sight down the side streets.


Born 1930 in East Outer London, and happily married for over 60 years. Reginald is now in his 80s, but not ready to be written off yet! He has a background in management accounting, company budgets and computer management/programming, and took early retirement in 1992.

He has always enjoyed reading, and in his retirement he enjoys writing  and welcomes this opportunity to share his stories far and wide in the hope they give the same enjoyment to everyone who reads them.




Death on Route 37 is also available for Kindle at: Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk








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