There are three kinds of people indie authors depend on to keep their dream alive: 1. People buying the author’s book 2. People telling others about the author’s book 3. People who leave reviews for the book once they’re done reading it Bless the person who is all three! Reviews, particularly, can be pretty hard …
A mother cast into the spiritual world… A review of A Symphony of Cicadas Read More »
(If text reads too small, click image to see it larger) Today (5/31) and tomorrow (6/1), A Symphony of Cicadas is FREE for Kindle users at Amazon. Download it here: http://amzn.to/17ayBAP Don’t have a Kindle? You don’t even need one! If you have a smart phone, you can download the Kindle app and read it …
“A carnival?” I squealed. “That’s your distraction?” “Can you think of anything better?” she asked. I shook my head with a smile as I surveyed the grounds. I recognized this place; we’d traveled to the boardwalk carnival in Santa Cruz. I hadn’t been there since I was a child, and I flashed back to when …
I visualized the tall ceilings of the church, picturing the dark wood support beams that were in contrast with the white of the walls. I could see the sunlight streaming through the colorful glass windows that showed the scenes leading up to the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ. In my mind the communion was all …
Stained glass windows and the smell of burning incense Read More »
“Muffin! Mr. Tinkles!” Edna cooed down the hall. She clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth, creating a quick sound that echoed around the house. From a back room we could hear a drop to the ground and a low meow. Edna had described to us two balls of playful fluff when telling …
It was Aunt Rose who encouraged me to balance on top of the playground equipment blocks from her house, cheering me on as I shuffled with fear on the tiny beam that stood eight feet above the sand, and applauding when I was successful in making it to the other end. She let me roller …
“Joey!” I called out. The word hung in front of me, trembling in the air but traveling no further than the space around me. “Joey!” I tried again, only to have my voice swallowed by the thick atmosphere surrounding my presence. I took a deep breath and screamed his name once more, using all of …
“Mom, watch out!” he cried, the terror in his voice breaking the moment without warning. I jerked my head forward as a semi-truck straddled the yellow line on the windy road, coming straight at us. With no shoulder on the road, there wasn’t anywhere to pull over on my right. Instead, the right hand side …
My friend and colleague, Robert Digitale, is not only an excellent journalist, but he is also a man who appreciates a good story. He is the author of Horse Stalker, has headed up several multi-authored collaborations between both novelists and journalists, and keeps a blog with our local newspaper named Digitale Stories, dedicated entirely to …
Digitale Stories shared a huge excerpt from my book! Read More »
We didn’t hear the first knock on the door. But the second knock was unmistakable, vibrating the pictures that hung on the wall. “I know you’re awake,” the muffled voice called from the hallway. “I’m trying to sleep, and between your racket and Joey talking in his headset, it’s kind of hard.” John groaned in …