tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14481991040142288522023-11-15T22:11:29.986-08:00lifepressAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-51510686037368357112016-04-18T20:13:00.000-07:002016-04-18T20:13:40.394-07:00Write What You Know? Do I write what I know? Usually I have some knowledge of what I write about, but not enough, because my ideas seldom match my life experiences. So I don't write what I know, I write about what interests me.<br />
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I'm revising a new novel, <i>Home Free</i>, and the main character's little brother has Diabetes. I did have a student with Diabetes, and a teacher had to check her blood sugar level while she was at school, but that's been some time ago. I've forgotten the details, details that have to be accurate or it'll upset my readers. <br />
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In the novel, the family's house is foreclosed. Do I know anything about foreclosure? No. I had to go online and research it. The internet is an invaluable resource for writers. There's also a scene in a pawn shop. I've never set foot inside a pawn shop, but I have some critique partners who have, and they were quick to point out what didn't sound authentic in that chapter. Another thread in this story is a campground, and since I've camped for years, I do have firsthand knowledge on that topic. <br />
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For me, writing is exploring ideas, feelings, and universal truths. When I get an idea for a story, of course it's partly based on my own experiences, I think all stories start there. But writers have to expand on those ideas, and to accomplish this, we have to do research. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-43724976748624893292016-03-20T17:18:00.000-07:002016-03-20T17:18:10.641-07:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #073763;"> #Eggcerpt Exchange with author, Pamela Thibodeaux </span></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"> Lori Strickland (introduced in <i>Tempered Fire</i>) has always been known as her father's "wild
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Lori headed toward Recluse,
Wyoming after another round of rodeos where the cash and prizes vaulted her to
the next level of achievement. She hadn’t thought of Rafe in months. Hadn’t
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> She’d
made peace with the fact she was nothing more than a bad seed and there was no
way around it. Oh she tried to be good. She stayed out of the bars for weeks on
end, attended the prayer services before or after each rodeo when available,
even visited with a group of supposedly devout believers who traveled a
state-wide circuit within the national itinerary, but nothing seemed to help or
make an impact on her life. Nor had she found the support she’d hoped, only
judgment and criticism. Answers to her questions only incited debates until she
was scorned for her doubt and unbelief or shunned completely. Maverick was
right when he said there was no in between and since she couldn’t succeed at
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> More
than once she thought about calling Stanley or Amber or even Lexie for counsel,
but was too ashamed to admit the total mess her life was in. She even
considered quitting. Just give up and go home. But she was too close to making
pro status, too close to the culmination of the dream that began in her heart
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dream she once thought came as a directive from God.</span></div>
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> Now,
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<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"> God
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their own devices no matter how hard they tried to be good. Besides, even at
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<b>1. Nickname:</b> My very best friend calls me Lars, but other
than that I don’t have a nickname…Unless you consider I’ve always been known as
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<b>3. Currently residing in... </b>My hometown of Bandera, TX.
There’s not much to do here, nothing I haven’t done hundreds, maybe thousands
of times and I hate the repressive atmosphere of small town living, loathe
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<b>4. Worst fear or nightmare:</b> That I’ll never meet ‘Mr.
Right’…someone who loves and adores me, who I can love and adore back. I have
only met one man like that in my life and, although he and his wife are about
the best, possibly <b><i>only</i></b> true friends I have, I hope to find someone like him
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<b>5. Wealthy, poor, or somewhere in between?</b> I guess by the
world’s standards I’m wealthy. My father owns a successful ranch in Bandera and
I’ve never wanted for anything–materially at least. But wealth and riches are
measured in so many more ways than money…and in those ways I am blessed but far
from ‘wealthy.’ <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;">Author bio:</span></b> Award-winning author,
Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers
Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well
as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, <i>“Inspirational with
an Edge!”</i> ™ and reviewed as <i>“steamier
and grittier than the typical Christian novel <b>without</b> decreasing the message.”</i> <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-21082570159156278642016-03-04T21:17:00.000-08:002016-03-04T21:39:11.022-08:00<span style="color: #073763; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">#Eggcerpt Exchange with author Carmen Stefanescu</span><br />
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<b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #20124d;"> </span><span style="color: #073763;">Welcome, Carmen!</span></span></b><br />
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vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The discovery of a bejeweled cross and
ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the
ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world
threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of
reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its
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<span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A touching, compelling story of tragedy,
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massive abbey loomed over the stone paved path.
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hours. The Abbess would assume she was cleaning the toilets as ordered. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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skittered through Genevieve when she turned away from the abbey towards the
path leading to town. Nothing stirred.
She hesitated. Evil emanated from
the forest surrounding the abbey. With a shiver, she leaned against the solid
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moved her weight from one leg to the other. They ached from so much standing,
but she lacked the strength to return to the gardener's cottage and wait for
Andrew's arrival as planned. Genevieve closed her tired eyes. The image of old
Ryan, slumped dead in his chair in his cubicle, caught life in her mind and
made her whole body ripple with fear.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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he forgotten his promise? What if something terrible befell him during the last
three days, or he had changed his mind? Why should he risk all for an ordinary
nun? <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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his folks talked him into giving her up, made him see reason? Helping her out
of her predicament meant a huge risk for him -- losing his family, his friends
and his position among his peers. His words echoed in her mind. "I will
risk everything for you, even life, if necessary."<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">"Anne,
Anne, wake up. Wake up, please," the insistent voice whispered next to her
ear. The touch of a hand, on her
shoulder, startled Anne.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She
opened her eyes, still half between sleep and reality. Her gaze stopped on a
stranger, a woman, by her side. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
moon's pale face, the only light, filtered through a small gap in the tent's
entrance; yet the stranger's whole body emanated a kind of soft ray, a
yellowish halo making her figure and face easy to discern.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
long, dark robe, similar to those worn by nuns in monasteries centuries ago,
covered her body. No traditional headdress covered the woman's red hair, which
fell loosely over her shoulders in long, heavy tendrils and continued down her
chest and back. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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stood up and studied the intruder with open curiosity. The stranger’s wax pale
face looked corpse like. Anne opened her mouth to ask her who she was. She
looked Anne straight in the eyes, placed her forefinger on her lips and
whispered, "Hush, come. Follow me." <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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eyes widened. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
woman, moving away from the sleeping bag, appeared to glide above the ground.
Her bare feet didn't make a sound.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As
if hypnotized, Anne followed the illuminated silhouette heading into the
forest, without questioning her own actions. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent
feeling of unreality suffocated her. The presence of evil, creeping up and
enveloping her, became almost palpable. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped
for air.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b><u>Author bio</u>: </b></span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Carmen Stefanescu resides in
Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula, but where,
for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about God, faith,
reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to great trouble -
the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.</span></div>
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Teacher of English and German
in her native country and mother of two daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived
the grim years of oppression, by escaping in a parallel world, that of the
books. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">She
has dreamed all her life to become a writer, but many of the things she wrote
during those years remained just drawer projects. The fall of the Ceausescu’s
regime in 1989, and the opening of the country to the world meant a new beginning
for her. She started publishing. Poems first, and then prose. Both in English.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Shadows of the Past</span></b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">,
paranormal/light romance/light mystery/light horror was released at the end of
2012 by Wild Child publishing, USA.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO"> <a href="http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/">http://shadowspastmystery.blogspot.ro/</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO"><a href="https://twitter.com/Carmen_Books">https://twitter.com/Carmen_Books</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO"><a href="http://www.pinterest.com/carmens007/">http://www.pinterest.com/carmens007/</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Carmen-Stefanescu-Books/499245716760283">http://www.facebook.com/pages/Carmen-Stefanescu-Books/499245716760283</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="RO"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Carmen-Stefanescu/e/B00APVDGAA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1">http://www.amazon.com/Carmen-Stefanescu/e/B00APVDGAA/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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interview -Genevieve</b></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>1. Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable
Miss...</b></span><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></i></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">"Genevieve.
My name is Genevieve, but Sister Clementa, the Abbess, and some of her followers call me The
witch."<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #073763;">2. Tell me, Genevieve, where are you living?</span></span></i></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Genevieve ( a small sigh escapes her lips.
Then she shrugs) "Well, for the moment I reside at St. Mary’s Abbey. On
top of a mountain in Britain, in the...cursed forest."<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #073763;">3. Do you have
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Genevieve (nods and pats and invisible crease of her
dress) "Kind Old Bertha, who took
care of me after my family perished, taught me to read and write. Not only
English but also Latin. And, most important, she taught me how to prepare
healing potions from plants and herbs. Perhaps that’s why the Abbess hates me
so much. A peasant girl of the 13th century is dangerous if she knows more than
her superiors, I think."<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">4<span style="color: #073763;">. What are your worst fears or nightmare?</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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(throws a shy look around her. She shivers and her voice is small) "I fear
the cursed forest. This forest is responsible for what happened to my family.
My father’s odd behavior, the death of my siblings. All the evil that lurks in
it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My
nightmare - the Abbess, sister Clementa, who threatens me all the time with
sending me to the stake. I can’t understand why she wants me out of the
way."<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #073763;">5. Is it
anything that you secretly desire?</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><span lang="RO" style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Genevieve
(blushes and wrings her hands. Then she looks me directly in the eyes. Her
voice is strong now. ) "To become Andrew’s wife and grow a family. If his
family agrees....If the Abbess lets me go... If God forgives me for giving up being a nun.....If
I escape alive from the forest.... If....”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Purchase Links:</b></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.wildchildpublishing.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=84&products_id=410" target="_blank" title="Buy "Shadows of the Past" at Wild Child Publishing">Wild
Child Publishing</a><o:p></o:p><br />
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<b>Amazon<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span lang="RO"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-of-the-Past-ebook/dp/B00AK2D9I8/ref=sr_1_15?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1354874514&sr=1-15&keywords=shadows+of+the+past"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">http://www.amazon.com/Shadows-of-the-Past-ebook/dp/B00AK2D9I8/ref=sr_1_15?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1354874514&sr=1-15&keywords=shadows+of+the+past</span></a></span><span lang="RO" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<b>All Romance<o:p></o:p></b><br />
<a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowsofthepast-1013184-140.html">https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shadowsofthepast-1013184-140.html</a><o:p></o:p><br />
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<a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shadows-of-the-past-carmen-stefanescu/1113910162?ean=2940015715026" target="_blank" title="Buy "Shadows of the Past" at Barnes & Noble">Barnes
& Noble</a><o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="color: #134f5c;"><b><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Calibri; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;">E</span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Calibri; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;">xcerpt: (from chapter two Shocking Finds)</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Marin needed answers. Like why had they been targeted? The parking lot hadn’t exactly been lacking for vehicular violence victim contenders. There had been a group of at least four women, standing by their cars, chatting. If there was a target more deserving of vehicular rage, it had definitely been that group of women. They had finished shopping, and courtesy demanded that their parking spots were to be relinquished as soon as possible. Why not them? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The man—and Marin was only guessing that the driver was a man—had bypassed those without parking lot etiquette and zeroed in on Lindal. If she had continued her slow progress through the parking lot, would Marin be in this horrible room with its beeping monitors and bleached air instead of Lindal. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Staring down at her aunt’s unmoving form, Marin tried to find a place to rest her hand. She needed to touch her. She needed to know that the only person willing to take her in, after the death of her mother, was really here and still alive. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“They will find him, Lindal. He won't get away with this,” Marin made her vow as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Lindal's recovery.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Glancing up to keep tears from falling from her eyes, Marin noticed something swinging off of Lindal's oxygen line. “What the...” It looked like a Barbie doll with wings, perhaps six inches tall. The odd little creature wore a loin cloth and sported some overly obvious male attributes. Was it wrong to be checking out the abs of someone no larger than a child’s toy? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">His arms tugged and his muscles bunched as he attempted to make a knot in Lindal's oxygen line. His silver skin tone went beautifully with his tri-colored wings— a mix of light purple, maroon, and gold. The little man didn't seem to realize that Marin was staring at him. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Stop,” Marin shouted. Dammit, this was a hospital. She needed to lower her voice. She also needed to go upstairs to the psych ward. Head trauma, shock, or hallucinations</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Noto Sans Symbols'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">…</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> something wasn’t right. If she told Lindal about this, her aunt would call her every kind of fool. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hallucination or not, she grabbed the little man by the wings, pulled him from Lindal’s oxygen line, and tried to speak more calmly. “What do you think you’re doing?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">She finally had her figment’s attention. A striking, though small, pair of lavender eyes glared at her through overly long sandy brown bangs. On closer inspection, she could see that his hair was actually multicolored. It seemed to go from crystal white sand to bronzed gold.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Well, answer me. What do you think you're doing?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Waiting for you, of course.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What are you?” She was losing it. The buzzing in her temples was increasing. And she was now speaking to a figment of her imagination. Yep, she needed to be medicated. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Ebrima; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The creature put its tiny fists on narrow hips. “A Sprite, of course. Don't you know anything? I have my work cut out for me.” Now she was being insulted by her imagination. Great.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I am a country-twang gal from the bluegrass state. Kentucky is a hot bed of horses, cave systems, and whiskey. And I love all three. With my pugs and bossy kitty cat, I spend my days writing and working social media. I write with the help of the voices pushing me to create worlds for them to live in. Fantasy Romance, Contemporary Romance, and eventually some cowboys (because cowboys live in a group all their own, yummmm)… These are the genres that I love best. Oil paints, crafts, dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and writing into the dead of night… this I my life!!!</span></div>
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<a href="http://traceylclark.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0563c1; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">http://traceylclark.com/</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/103301.Author_Tracey_Clark" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0563c1; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/103301.Author_Tracey_Clark</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
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<a href="https://multiplesclerosisnewsblog.wordpress.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0563c1; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">https://multiplesclerosisnewsblog.wordpress.com/</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
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<a href="https://twitter.com/traceylclark11" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #0563c1; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">https://twitter.com/traceylclark11</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
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<b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Think </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">“<i>The Animorphs”</i></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"> Grown Up</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">When Savannah meets Kyle, it's love at first sight. And why wouldn't it be? He's perfect, as far as she can tell. But Kyle appears whenever things go wrong. Maybe he isn't everything she thought he was. It's a complete mystery until she discovers the water in Cullaby Creek is being bottled and sold as vitamin “infused” water.</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><i style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Mistic Water</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">promises the impossible. And then, like a magical elixir, it delivers. People who drink it feel younger, smarter, faster...healthier. But it doesn’t take long before side effects hit. Literally. The secret has to be in the water…or is it something more?</span></div>
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</span></b><a href="http://cleanreads.com/"><b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">http://cleanreads.com/</span></b></a><b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">ISBN:
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TRAILER: </span><a href="https://youtu.be/JOft7ED0z2Y" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/JOft7ED0z2Y</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">LOVE
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<b><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">IN
CULLABY CREEK IT’S DANGEROUS<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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IT ALREADY TOO LATE FOR SAVANNAH?</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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OUT IN THE CATS OF CULLABY CREEK</span></b><b><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Kelly and Kyle</span></b><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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two shared some sort of history. And now I was in the middle of their story. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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flew through the air. But, they didn’t seem to notice—or maybe they just didn’t
care how uncomfortable they were making the rest of us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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scanned the room. The terribly odd thing was that while they stood in the
center of the cafeteria—arguing—everyone’s eyes were on me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">What is so interesting about me?</span></i><span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">After
a few seconds, I heard whispered accusations slammed back and forth, like a
ping-pong ball. My name, muttered in odd and angry tones. No one seemed to mind
staring at me, but only the bravest few were sneaking sideways glances over at
Kelly and Kyle, hoping no one noticed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">This
wasn’t what I needed on my first day at a new school. I hadn’t come here
looking for instant enemies, but I knew I’d accidentally stirred a private pot
and things were already starting to boil. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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needed to do something and quick. From the sounds floating around me, if they
got into an actual argument, I was going to get the blame. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">I
spit out the first words I could think to say, “What’s a <i>new </i>kid to do, after school, around here… for fun?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">Kyle
sighed and chuckled, “That depends on what you’re hoping to find and what <i>you </i>think is fun.” He stepped back away
from Kelly for a moment. “You big city kids always think <i>something</i> needs to be going on. But in real life, in a small town,
not much ever happens.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">“We
could ask my Mom to drive us into Astoria to do some shopping,” I suggested. It
was a little too obvious—even to me—Kelly wanted me out of the picture and was
trying everything she could think of to keep me away from Kyle. I almost felt
sorry for her—but only for a second.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">“Or,”
Kyle sat down and nodded for me to join him. I could feel a warm rush of air
and his scent worked its way up inside my head. I barely heard him finish, “We
could go for a run.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">“What?”
Kelly demanded, clenching her hands into tight-balled fists at her side. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">“Savannah,”
Kyle lowered his voice and said my name slow, putting an emphasis on the last
syllable, like it was a soft sigh, ‘ah’. And, for the first time in my life, I
loved the sound of my own name. “Is a runner. And she’s fast. Aren’t ‘cha?” He
nudged me and moved even closer. I could barely think. His smell overpowered my
senses; it was the sweet woodsy scent of him that took me by surprise. I closed
my eyes and drank it in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">When
I opened them back up, Kelly’s eyes were shooting red flames of rage straight
at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "palatino linotype" , serif;">I
gazed at Kyle and felt a warmth in my stomach again. It was working its way up
into my chest. “That’s not what you said this morning,” I laughed then spun
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">1. Nickname: Vannah<br />2. Level of schooling, or self-taught: High school<br />3. Birthplace: Portland, Oregon<br />4. Significant other: Kyle<br />5. Most important goal: Get her family out of Mist</span><b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">I'm a writer who grew up in a family with <b>9</b> kids and only<b> 1</b> t.v. so I spent my days reading and, later, writing. I love books. . .maybe because I never got to pick t.v. shows we watched. But I’d run home after school to catch the last fifteen minutes of Dark Shadows...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"> I still love to run...and read. My favorite romance novels are The Hunger Games...okay, I know, it's a survival book but it's really all about romance. Then there were the series: Twilight, Fifty Shades, and more but I also love paranormal, Horror and even light books like Dewey the Small Town Library Cat... Mainly, I just love to read. . . and write.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kim-Kasch/e/B00ZOAUKMO/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1">http://www.amazon.com/Kim-Kasch/e/B00ZOAUKMO/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1</a></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Website: </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "garamond" , serif; font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://www.kimkasch.com/">https://www.kimkasch.com</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blog:</span>
<a href="https://www.kimkasch.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family: "garamond" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">https://www.kimkasch.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Twitter:</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><a href="https://twitter.com/kimkasch"><span style="font-family: "garamond" , serif; font-size: 14.0pt;">https://twitter.com/kimkasch</span></a><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">And join me on </span><a href="https://twitter.com/kimkasch" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Twitter</span></a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> or stop by and see what I'm pinning on </span><a href="https://www.pinterest.com/kimkasch/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Pinterest</span></a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">
and, if you've read Demon's Ink and have a question or simply want to share a
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<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Thanks, Kim, for being on my blog!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Welcome, Tina! </span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2z66ihnJah9CkcRgXjnvEu7Hc8wCrX3cRKJKaoTPP7HppAWbs1J7QFCUfO4Fu4teDnkzqjyi6xM0dubh2H-355wFAjW-5FGFsCT1wKYF_6oa_T4xzb5UQweyehVJHpjc5X72qbgq4SvFg/s1600/eggs.JPG" /><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<em>Everyone's lives changed...</em></i><o:p></o:p><br />
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Letting go and rebuilding a life comes at a price. <br />
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Having come to terms with losing her husband, Jennifer is ready to move on with her life, but she faces opposition from her friends, in-laws, and brother-in-law, who sees himself as her future husband. None of them know of Jen’s marital problems and she is afraid of their reaction when they learn she has a date for Friday night. Hagan Chaney is not anything like Craig. He tempts Jen into the future but is she willing to give love another chance after the heartache she faced the 1st time around? <br />
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soccer, who used to play an instrument and have a best friend. But now she
turns to food for comfort and doesn’t do much of anything. Why? A tragedy. She
makes a mistake, one that results in her little sister Haley’s death. Lauren
can’t forgive herself, because if she’d been paying attention, Haley might
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back to a normal life. After the accident, the family moves to a new state.
Lauren gains weight. <span style="color: #222222;">She hides mini-candy bars in
her school bag. At home, she keeps a stash in an old flocked bunny bank where
her mother won’t find it, because Mom monitors everything Lauren eats. Food is
the only thing that lifts her mood, but the good feeling is short-lived. She eats
way too much in a short period of time and afterwards, she’s disgusted with
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<span style="color: #222222;">There are lots of novels about </span>Anorexia and
Bulimia, but there’s another disorder known as B.E.D., or Binge Eating
Disorder. Overeating is normal from time to time. But Lauren’s eating becomes
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causes people to question their faith or even doubt the existence of God. Guilt
invades every aspect of Lauren’s life. The first day at her new school, she
meets a guy who’s wearing a shirt with a religious logo, and her initial
reaction is anger: If there’s a God, why didn’t He save her sister? <o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-50765492488738701882015-04-22T12:40:00.001-07:002015-04-22T12:43:30.729-07:00Exclusion Starts EarlyChildren are born with no sense of right or wrong, and left to their own devices, human nature will take over. Unfortunately what comes naturally is selfishness and cruelty. Even in kids as young as three, I've witnessed the exclusion of classmates and heard cruel comments directed at others. "I don't like you," or "You can't play," or "No girls allowed."<br />
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The key word in all of this is, "different." If a child is different from others in any way, he or she is a prime candidate for being teased, bullied or excluded. Children don't seem to value uniqueness, they value sameness. Again, that's sad. Because we were created to be unique with our own set of talents, gifts and abilities. The only way we should all be the same is in the way we treat others--with empathy, acceptance and love. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-77179575271987049012015-01-03T16:58:00.002-08:002015-01-03T16:58:29.937-08:00Book cover releasedAfter more than ten years of writing, and a file drawer full of unfinished pieces, it's really happening--my book's being published. If there's something you love to do, even if realizing your dream is a long shot, keep doing it, because you never know. The only thing certain is, it will never happen if you give up. <div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-66505423945729065512014-10-14T11:34:00.002-07:002014-10-14T11:36:57.537-07:00Out of TouchI hope print books never cease to exist. There's something about holding a book in your hands, feeling its weight, flipping each page and then noticing how far along you are in the story until the author writes, The End. You can't do that on a screen. You can't feel the paper with your fingertips or mark the pages with a bookmark or read in bed with a flashlight.<br />
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If you play a game online, it's not the same as it used to be when you played a board game with friends. I used to like lining up all the small, polished Scrabble letter tiles on the wooden tray. And then when your turn was over, you'd stick your hand inside a bag and draw more letters until you had seven again. Computers have robbed us of our sense of touch. Keys don't feel like wood tiles. There's a big difference between a full-sized game board and a tiny flat-screened one online. Dragging your tiles into position with a computer mouse isn't quite the same as picking them up and positioning them on a board.<br />
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What about Monopoly? Or Yahtzee? Or other games that have been computerized? Yes, you can play them on a screen, but you don't get to hold the game pieces in your hands, or shake the dice and roll them, or move your token around the board. And the biggest drawback of all? When you play games online, it's a solitary activity not a social one, Because even if you're playing against another person or persons, you're in your space and they're in theirs and you don't talk to each other. The closest thing we have to human interaction online is chat windows. At least you know the other person is "talking" at the same time you are.<br />
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We've lost something, people. If you want to see what, try this experiment. Play a game by yourself online. Now invite some friends or family over and play the same game, but at a table with cards or a game board. Which one was more fun to do?<br />
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I like games, so if playing online is my only option then I'll do it. I like to read. If I don't have a book, I'll go online and read a story. But given a choice, I will always opt for a real book and a real deck of cards or a board game. It's just more satisfying.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-69072127271734380382014-09-28T12:24:00.001-07:002014-09-28T12:24:40.878-07:00Me-ismWhat would the world look like if we focused on others instead of ourselves? Simply this: It would be more peaceful, more fulfilling, more satisfying. We'd receive what we needed--love, attention, and confirmation of our worth--from others, and we wouldn't have to conform to the current mantra of modern society: "Me-ism." What's in it for me? What can I gain by investing time and energy into this endeavor or person or cause?<br />
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We ought to be shifting the focus off ourselves and onto others. If we did, life could change radically for us all.We'd notice when someone was down, and we'd encourage them to talk about their problem instead of monopolizing the conversation, turning it back to our own lives. We'd see a need in someone's life and we'd try to fill it instead of thinking about all the things we wanted for ourselves. We'd compliment people when we noticed them using their gifts for the betterment of society and not just for their own personal gain. We all have gifts--talents we were born with that were given to us by the Creator so we could make the world a place of kindness and acceptance. <br />
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Human beings are born selfish, so it comes naturally to us to put our own agenda in front of everyone else's. to be self-focused instead of other-focused. It's said that money is the root of all evil, but I think selfishness is too. As long as we fail to have concern for others, to care about their welfare, then we will also fail to coexist in harmony and peace. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-86271516996676276312014-08-26T19:32:00.000-07:002014-08-26T19:32:05.294-07:00One Person Can Make a Difference<i>What can I do, I'm only one person? </i>You can change the world--by the way you interact with the people in your life. We have countless opportunities to make a difference every day, but many times we ignore these chances, shrug them off as inconsequential small stuff. But the small stuff matters. Because to someone, it may not be a small thing at all to:<br />
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Pay them a compliment. Say out loud the nice thing you notice about them instead of just thinking it to yourself. It's human nature to criticize, but try doing the opposite. Catch yourself thinking how great somebody looks or how good they are at something, and then tell them. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-80172570819548517932014-07-31T16:18:00.000-07:002014-07-31T16:18:36.443-07:00MoneyWe all need it. We all think that having more of it will solve all our problems and make us happy. I don't think so. Because too much of anything isn't good for us. Yes, it's nice to have enough, but there's a big difference between having enough and having more than you need. The same could be said about overeating or owning more stuff or working too many hours. Pretty soon these things that are supposed to improve your life or bring you more satisfaction, will turn against you. <br />
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Celebrities usually find this out. At first, having notoriety and wealth is exciting, but I think they soon become bored, and lose their moral compasses. After they'd spent small fortunes on houses, cars, clothes, and entertainment, some of them, maybe most of them, still feel empty inside. And the earlier these people achieve their notoriety, the sooner their lives crash and burn. No, this doesn't happen to all of them, but it happens a lot.<br />
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I had a teacher in high school who told us the first day of class, "Moderation is the key to success." She was a wise woman. I think this could apply to what we own and what we want as well. Keep it simple. Try to be thankful for what you have, not discontented with what you don't have. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-26269402312527843892014-07-17T15:40:00.000-07:002014-07-17T15:40:22.484-07:00Technology and the Lost Art of Communication When you go camping, you notice things you might otherwise overlook. Like when the first star is visible in the night sky. You can even pick out some constellations when you're away from the lights of the city. Right before dark, you might see bats swooping through the air, or hear tree frogs hum a bass chorus. <br />
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Not only will you notice more, but you'll do different things than you'd do at home. Instead of texting, playing games or "talking" to people on Facebook, you'll talk to them in person, maybe while you sit around a campfire staring at tall flames. If you camp like we do, you won't have a t.v. to watch, so you'll have to ride a bike, go for a walk, or play an outdoor game, all of which usually involve interacting with other people.<br />
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We've forgotten how to communicate with each other, face to face. We're more and more isolated from our friends, neighbors, and family. Just because we sit in the same room, doesn't mean we're spending time together if we're staring at a screen.<br />
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Technology is great, but it shouldn't dominate your life. You can't really have a conversation with someone if you can't look into their eyes or read their body language. The written word has limits--it's hard to tell the true emotion behind the words. So do yourself and the people around you a favor: Put down the device that's practically attached to you like an extra appendage, and communicate with your friends and family. You'll be better off, and so will they. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-71709351908347481712014-07-04T13:34:00.000-07:002014-07-04T13:34:14.408-07:00The Have To's and the Want To's When you're young, you pretty much do what you want to with your time every day, but then something happens. You grow up. You acquire obligations. To Do Lists. You have to work. Or maybe you have school work to complete. And so the things you most want to do get pushed to the back of the shelf, behind everything else that's more important, and when you structure your time, there's no room for the "want to's." In fact, they won't even be visible anymore. This is a mistake, in my opinion, because you never forget what used to make you happy, and you'll resent the new responsibilities that have crowded these things out of your life. <br />
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Guilt. You know this voice, right?"You can't __________(fill in the blank) today because you have to go to work, buy groceries, clean the house, do the laundry, do your assignment, mow the yard. . ." The list is endless. You've heard the saying: "Work first, play later." But what if you work all the time, and there's no free time? What if by the time you finish "the have to's" you're too exhausted for the "want to's"? There has to be a balance. Otherwise, you won't be very happy.<br />
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I'm not saying you should ditch the demands of life and act irresponsibly. What I'm saying is, don't let daily demands take over every minute of your day and night. How many of us never squander our time? I don't think too many. And the culprit behind this "wasting time" is often because we don't want to do something, so we do nothing.<br />
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What if you scheduled time every day to do what you wanted? Maybe then the "Have to's" wouldn't seem so bad. Even a small amount of time could make a difference. Twenty minutes. A half hour. Even an hour. And when the voice of guilt tries to convince you it's wrong to take that time, ignore it. Listen to your inner voice. It's usually right. <br />
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Surround yourself with friends who tell you, "You can do it. Go for it!." Because even if you don't accomplish what you set out to do, at least you gave yourself the opportunity to make it happen. One thing is certain: If you never try, you'll never achieve your goal. If you do try and fail, so what? Try a different approach. You won't have to wonder for the rest of your life, was that possible? Could I have done that?<br />
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Did your mom ever tell you, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?" It's true. Negative words can stop action in its tracks. Positive words can inspire action. Of course there are exceptions. If someone's plans will harm them or cause harm to others, then you have to speak the truth to them, but as much as you can, be an encourager. Strengthen someone's dreams, don't destroy them with discouraging, "It'll never work" words.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-30456522857284609872014-06-07T14:21:00.000-07:002014-06-07T14:21:37.119-07:00Music Brings Us TogetherWhat do you get when you combine a free concert in the park and people of four different generations? Unity. Community. Common ground. If everybody knows the lyrics to a song, suddenly they're all speaking the same language, and enjoying the moment together. There can be a huge difference in their ages, and it doesn't matter, because they're all having fun listening to familiar tunes. For some, they remember the songs from their youth. For younger people, they've heard the songs in a movie, or maybe they've listened to their parents' music and (gasp!) liked it. Classic rock and groups like the Beatles never go out of style.<br />
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Anything that brings people together rather than emphasizing how different we are, is a good thing. There's enough conflicting opinions today, enough of the "what's in it for me?" mentality, enough trouble in general in our overbooked lives. <br />
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So if you get a chance to step off the treadmill of your never ending schedule, go out on a warm summer night and listen to a concert. And don't feel silly about singing along, because if you look around you, lots of others will be singing too. And you'll feel it: a common bond with people you don't know. All because of music. <br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-32869881458533154132014-05-30T14:44:00.000-07:002014-05-30T14:44:21.429-07:00Writing Versus SpeakingSome of us are great conversationalists. Some of us aren't. If you're like me, you can communicate much better through the written word. There's no pressure. You can let your thoughts flow out onto the page and share what you believe in. When you write, people don't judge the way you look, how you dress, or how you sound when you talk. They only judge your words. It's like a blind audition.<br />
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If you've never tried writing down your feelings, try it. It's a great way to vent and figure things out. You'll learn a lot about yourself. It's why people keep journals and diaries. You can look back at the entries you've made and see how much you've grown. <br />
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We all have the need to share and be heard. Some people are just a little quieter than others.<br />
That's okay. The world needs more listeners anyway.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448199104014228852.post-18053216001859267232014-05-23T21:34:00.000-07:002014-05-23T21:34:08.385-07:00Life After High School<span style="background-color: yellow;"><span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #134f5c;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Welcome to the real world. Forget the social rules you learned to obey in school. You don't belong
in any category now. You're free to choose your own path, free to follow
your dreams. Dreams need regular care though: thought, and time, and
nurturing; if you neglect them, they will die. Yes, they're important.
They're who you really are. Never give up on what matters to you. Keep
trying. Keep dreaming. Now is the best time to pursue what you really
want in life, but it's never too late, unless you settle for something less. And even if you do settle, make sure it's only a temporary condition. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: blue;"><span></span></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10957662313191854177noreply@blogger.com0