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Sunday, 25 October 2020
The Perfect Pairing for Halloween: A Chocolate Recipe and Children's Read by Tina Ruiz...
Wednesday, 21 October 2020
Book Tour: Mirror's Despair by Justine Alley Dowsett and Murandy Damodred...
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Post: Writing as an Escape
By Justine Alley Dowsett
I write what I like to call ‘Escapism
fiction.’ Simply put, I like to write stories that transport my readers to far
away lands and distant futures; to show them an alternate vision of what life
could be. Ultimately, my goal is to provide readers with a vivid world they can
escape into for a while, but I’ve found that writing such stories can be a kind
of escape for me as well.
Most of my books are co-written with my
sister, Murandy. The two of us invent a world and a host of characters and then
we retreat into our writing room to live in our imaginations for the duration
of the writing project, which is usually two to three nights a week for
anywhere from three to six months at a time.
Mirror’s Despair was no different in this
regard. We started writing the first book in the Mirror Worlds series, Mirror’s
Hope, back in 2013 and back then we were both going through some difficult
times. Without going into details, at that time in our lives it was a wonderful
gift to be able to go into our writing room and shut the door on the real world
for a little while each night. It allowed us to focus on something else, feel
productive and have something to show for it while spending time together doing
what we both love.
And worldbuilding is a big part of that.
The setting of this series, the Mirror Worlds, are two realms that exist in a
precarious balance. One side worships the Creator and the other fears the
return of the Destroyer and in each realm a copy of each person exists, called
a ‘Mirror’. Across the four books, the story of a pair of Mirrors are told (one
pair chosen by the Creator, and other by the Destroyer) following each of them
as they cross back and forth discovering the true nature of their balanced
worlds and what threatens it, essentially playing out a massive game of chess
at the hands of two primal forces. Oh, and did I mention it’s also a romance
story?
Sitting down to work on each book was like
travelling to that world and joining the cast of characters on their journey.
After a time, the people in the story became like friends to us, and we knew
the world we lived in about as well as we know our own. It was hard to say
goodbye, but also cathartic to have the story finally come to the conclusion it
had been building to for so long.
In fact, writing this series was such a
great escape for us, we’re now working on building another world now that our
epic dark fantasy romance is complete. We’re not sure what form it will
ultimately take yet, but that’s part of the fun.
Sunday, 18 October 2020
Celebrate Halloween Early with Leigh Goff's Southern Gothic Paranormal Tale, Koush Hollow...

Sunday, 11 October 2020
A Perfect Thanksgiving Day Alternative Dish and a Teen Psychic Mystery to Whet Your Literary Appetite...
Weekends at our house are reserved for old stand-by meals that are perfect for any family members who happen to ‘drop in’ unexpectedly. You know who I mean. Those adult kiddos who were in the neighborhood checking out garage sales or friends who pop by just to see what project you’ve been working on lately. Yeah, them. One dish that everyone seems to magically appear for is our scrumptious shepherd’s pie. Easy to prepare, and makes 6 servings, I guarantee your guests won’t go home hungry. Add a tossed green salad on the side, and a chilled bottle of beer or glass of wine, and they just may overstay their welcome.
Scrumptious Shepherd’s PieMysterious Tales from Fairy Falls
Teen Psychic Mystery Series:
Lost and Found, Book One Buy
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Sunday, 4 October 2020
Book Tour: Libby The Lobivia Jajoiana by Regan W.H. Macaulay and Kevin Risk, Illustrated by Gordon Bagshaw...
Libby is a lonely cactus plant who has trouble believing in herself. However, when lovely, confident Violet moves in next to her on the windowsill, Libby learns that the things that make her different also make her special.
Paperback : 48 pages
ISBN-10 : 1987976746
ISBN-13 : 978-1987976748
Genres/tags: Children’s picture book. Fantasy, self-esteem, friendship, beauty, confidence
Purchase Links:
Barnes & Noble
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/libby-the-lobivia-jajoiana-regan-wh-macaulay/1137553836;jsessionid=6D18B94670383B577081CB39ABAA408B.prodny_store01-atgap13?ean=9781987976748
Meet the Authors:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ReganWHMacaulay
Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/regan-%20%20macaulay-18989a34
Amazon Author Page: https://amzn.to/36f0GLz
Author Website: https://reganwhmacaulay.weebly.com/
Kevin Risk:

Kevin Risk has had a varied history. He began in theatre, briefly transitioned into teaching ESL, then settled in library science. He currently works as a media librarian and spends much of his time preoccupied with metadata. When he’s not at work or at home, he can often be spotted running on Toronto’s Martin Goodman Trail.

Gordon Bagshaw, a stay-at-home dog parent of two beautiful shelties, is also a Canadian author and freelance illustrator. He loves to work with digital art, CG model texture painting, vector drawing, and bitmap painting. He is the creator of the online comic strip, Frodo the Sheltie, including three book galleries and illustrator of the children’s book, Sleepy Time For Mammals, which garnered 1 of 3 L.M. Montgomery Literature for Children Awards in 2014. Gordon has resided in SĂŁo Paulo, Brazil since 2008 with his lovely wife, where he teaches English for business, travel, and continued education.
Amazon Author Page: https://amzn.to/2S6WxkJ
Sunday, 27 September 2020
Writing Tips: How to Write the Next Book by Author C.D. Hersh...

Four years later (2016), with the release of book number four in the series, The Mercenary and the Shifters, we were now more than halfway through our series. Ah, but life had some interesting twists planned for us as we started on book number five. More later.
The journey has an interesting one. We’ve had a few surprises along the way. We never expected our series to sell on the first toss over the publishing world transom. And we certainly didn’t expect the editor would want all six books without ever seeing them. We also didn’t expect the overwhelming learning curve of marketing that came crashing down on us. But somehow, we figured it all out—including the total replotting of book 4 when a minor character in book 3, Son of the Moonless Night, suddenly decided she wanted center stage and took over the plotting process. We also learned, thanks to a lovely review we received, that we can write without the dreaded sophomoric slump in our later books.
At some point, in the beginning of every writing journey, we authors wonder if we can really write a book. We ask ourselves: Can I do this? And if I can, will I be able to write a second book? Will my next book be as good as the first book? Will an editor love book number two as much as the first one? And, heaven forbid, what will I do if no wants the next book I write— assuming I can even finish it?
If you’re just beginning your publishing journey and you’ve answered “no” and “I don’t know to the questions in the opening paragraph, you are starting your journey off stifling your creativity. If you can finish a single book that has all the elements an editor wants, then never fear. You can write another book as good as the first and maybe even better.
Now for the “more later” promised above. With the release of book four in July 2016 we started on plotting for book five. However, we got asked by our publisher to join a group of twelve other authors and to write a book in the series of The Soul Mate Tree. That book, Can’t Stop The Music happened in February of 2017 plus then a lot of promotion for the rest of the year for the other authors as we tried to get back to plotting book five. The next three years proved to be a health challenge plus being asked to write and direct three Easter dramas at our church. Book five is plotted but still being written. Maybe this year? Now back to writing the next book in a series.
Here are some tips to help you make your goal of book number 2, 3, and more.
- Keep a positive attitude. A lot of people want to write a book. Many say they’re going to write a book SOME DAY. You have written a book. You’ve slapped those all-important two words on the last page—THE END. Additionally, if you got a contract from an editor, you have validation that your book was good. So don’t let doubt get in your way.
- Don’t wait until your creativity well runs dry to begin the next book. Writing stirs up our muses, and there’s no better time to start thinking about the next book than while you are working on your current book.
- When you have an idea for the next book, let the need to write it spur you on. Having a second story waiting in the wings compels us to finish the WIP.
- When you get that nutshell of an idea for book number two, write it down! Don’t say, “I can remember that.” Chances are you won’t. Instead, drop it in a computer file or paper file, whichever works for you. Read it often. Think about it before you go to bed, but not if it makes you an insomniac. Let it bubble and stew in the back of your mind until a full-blown story is born.
- Capture ANY wild story ideas that come your way. No tidbit you find remotely interesting should be ignored. You never know when inspiration for the next book will hit. The plot could be residing in a snippet of conversation you overhear at your favorite restaurant, a story you read in the newspaper, or even an interesting road sign. The Turning Stone Chronicle series originated from a road sign for a place named Turning Stone that we passed on a long road trip. We said, “What an interesting town name. Could we write a story with that title?” And the rest is history.
- Learn from your mistakes. Continued practice of the craft makes you a more skilled writer. Keeping a weasel word list, noting the places where your editor or beta readers say you are weak, and continuous education in the craft will improve your writing skill and storytelling ability. The more we write, the more second nature the job becomes. So, when the next book comes along, you’ll have an easier time putting it down. And who doesn’t want that?
- Planning on writing a series be sure to keep a world book. Nothing slows the writing process faster than trying to remember someone’s eye color from book one or any other character’s feature or a place name.
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Sunday, 20 September 2020
Book Tour: ASCENT; Unreachable Skies, Vol. 3 by Karen McCreedy...

Everyone murmured “May it so remain,” and, as Kalon folded his wing and the meeting broke up, I returned my attention to Dru, who was still rubbing his nose.
“Come along, I’ll put something on that for you.” Outside, clouds drifted on a warm westerly, and I paused to sniff the breeze that drifted over the lake and the island where Kalon had made his home. Avalox and kerzh-grass, both sprouting well in the centre of the island. Chalkmoss, camylvines, and a hint of kestox, their various aromas carrying distinct but faint from the lake’s western shore. The shoots and seeds we had planted there moons ago were surely almost ready to harvest. How good it would be to have kerzh-fruits again, to have camyl leaves available for balms and medicines. From the top of the hill where we stood, I looked out across the water to the islands that surrounded ours, and followed the flight-path of nine purple-clad females as they made their way from Rump Island to skim low across the water. Every few beats, clawed toes dipped below the surface and emerged with a wriggling fish. “That’s this evening’s meals supplied,” I said, my mind already running ahead to a bowl of baked white flesh basted in Rewsa’s herb sauce. Tomorrow it would be the turn of the drax on Doorway Island to provide our meals, and by then, perhaps, there would be fresh chalkmoss to add to the pots. We had no groxen meat, no zaxel, no hoxberries, but we had sufficient food to fill our stomachs, and enough variety to keep our palettes interested.
More importantly, we were safe. Though how long we would stay that way with battles and enemies to overcome, only the Spiral knew. I moved my gaze to the western shore, and nodded approval as I noticed the nines of younglings climbing the steep-sided bluff of black rock that towered beyond our crops. We would need their climbing skills soon, if my expedition to the Expanse went as planned.
Though Dru’s Vision suggested…
I shook myself. What he had Seen might mean any number of things, surely? Besides, in the Vision that my teacher, Vizan, and I had had for Dru’s future, I had been beside Dru when he defeated the Koth. If death waited on the Expanse, it could not be for me.
Could it?
Jotto and Shaya emerged from Kalon’s dwelling and walked past us, their heads together, the words I overheard indicating that they were still discussing tactics for scouting the Expanse. As they headed down the spiralling pathway toward the log-built dwellings further down the hill, I looked past them to the place I had made my home. Blue fields of kerzh-grass at the bottom of the slope reminded me of the first time I had seen the island, the day we had lost so many drax to the rapids upstream. Two drax – Jotto and Manel I’d later discovered – had been sowing seeds as they walked to and fro along clawed ruts of earth. Enough for the two nines of adults and half-growns who occupied Kalon’s Isle at the time. Now, where that flat central section of Kalon’s Island had been cultivated, nines of females and younglings with baskets were already busy cutting leaves, gathering fruit, and batting away the flisks and mites that buzzed round them.
“Zarda?” Dru had taken several steps along the path before he’d realised I was not following, and he stood, hopping from foot to foot.
“Sorry, Dru. I was remembering.” We followed the path down to my dwelling, which was the next highest on the hill, and I took the time to light a torch and shut the door behind us before I spoke again: “Well, now that Kalon and his council know you have the Sight, it won’t be long before everyone else knows.” I pulled a jar of dried sweetleaf from the shelf and set a pot of water on the fire to boil, then indicated the logs by the hearth that I used in place of stools. “You might want to tell Cavel and your other friends yourself before they hear it from someone else. Sit down.”
Dru was still rubbing his nose. “Elver doesn’t believe me,” he said, as he lowered himself onto one of the stools near the hearth and edged it away from the heat. “And Kalon doesn’t think I See clearly.”
I pulled up a stool next to him, and considered his statement. “I think perhaps they won’t allow themselves to believe you,” I said, “which is not quite the same thing. The Sight is a rare gift, Dru, rarer still in one so close to the throne-stool, and your gift is more powerful than mine.” The pot was beginning to steam, so I threw the sweetleaf into it and leaned over to sniff the sweet aroma for a moment. “You must remember that I was not Vizan’s first apprentice, Dru, nor even his second. I was a poor third, taken under his wings only because the first two died of the Sickness.”
“But you learned. Vizan taught you.”
“Yes. But he was still teaching me when he went to his last nest. There was much he did not teach me, and much I still don’t know. One of the things I don’t know is how to control what I See, to sharpen the focus, heighten the smell.” I sighed, and brushed a paw across my black Fate-seer’s tunic, wishing I felt more worthy of it.