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**GIVEAWAY HAS ENDED** Amazon Giveaway: Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake!
THIS GIVEAWAY HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED. THANK YOU. Hello, I’m running an #AmazonGiveaway — enter for your chance to win a Kindle Edition ebook copy of my latest novel, Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake. This Christmas-time story is the perfect companion to cozy blankets and hot cocoa around a fireplace (then again, it’s also the perfect accessory for a day at the beach in the sun….) However you prefer it, enter now and you could win! Click the link to enter now: https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/ff2a3fa2d8f02af3
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LITLIBER
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Writerly Exercises: When the Writing Sticks
We’ve all been there–when the writing gets sticky, when our imaginations seems to sputter to a halt and we don’t know where to take the rest of the scene, how to get the characters talking again…when the plot seems cliched and tired. Ugh. It’s pretty much the worst for a writer. That’s why I’ve put together this video, which highlights a couple of exercises I like to use when the writing gets tough. These exercises help to pump the well–to get my creative juices flowing again, to redirect my focus, free my thoughts, and most importantly: to keep me writing. Watch it. Tell me what you think.
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New Novel Releases Friday, November 10th
Hi everyone! I’m so excited–on Friday, November 10th I will be releasing my second novel, Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake. Want to know what it’s all about? Watch the video…or read the book blurb, located at the bottom of this post. Or better yet, do both! 🙂 BOOK BLURB: Charlie does not want to plan her sister’s wedding. Erin is flakey, flighty. Irresponsible. And her upcoming marriage is proving no different. It reads like the playbill to a comedy of errors: the groom—what’s his name again?—is currently, mysteriously incarcerated; the bride is MIA; but don’t dare mention postponing the stupid thing; that would be scandalous. Worse, in an industry that booked…
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LITLIBER
HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY, LITLIBER! Oh my goodness, I can’t believe it’s been three years (3 years!) since I started this blog! I can still remember the fantastic excitement and nerves as I hit ‘publish’ for the very first time–the anticipation and the hopes as I waited for whatever would come next. Well, it’s certainly surpassed my expectations. What started as a blog I created so I could showcase my love of writing has turned into the cornerstone of a small book publishing company I started so I could turn those stories into books; and the foundation from which I now offer freelance editing services so I can help others achieve…
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**GIVEAWAY HAS ENDED** Amazon Giveaway: Twenty-Seven Tiered Almond Cake!
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North of Happenstance
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North of Happenstance: Chapter One
Kate McDonald looked up from the newspaper in her hand to the house in front of her; according to the rental ad, the two bedroom one bathroom residence, located at 257 Eveleth Ave, had a semi-furnished basement, a fireplace in the rustic, high-vaulted living room, and a modernized kitchen. She narrowed her eyes. The price was a steal. She’d paid more for her 750 square foot loft in Minneapolis. Welcome to Whestleigh, Connecticut. Rolling the newspaper up, and sticking it in her back pocket, she climbed the stairs to the front door. It was painted red. She might as well give it a look, despite vague doubts—just what exactly did…
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North of Happenstance: Chapter Two
Kate wondered if she didn’t need her head examined. She and that Madame Penny woman had barely stepped inside the LitLiber when Kate was informed that the book the psychic needed was something called: Spiritual Cleansing: Intuit Invocations, Smudging, and Clearing. In other words, Penny explained, the book focused on purifying dwellings of any leftover, lingering spirits and energy. While she had never personally performed a cleansing herself, she felt more than up to the task. Plus, the recent popularity in its practices had convinced her of its necessary inclusion in her professional services. All she needed now was to practice and well, since Kate had just moved to town,…
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North of Happenstance: Chapter Three
Kate figured it would be hard to get lost in Whestleigh, Connecticut. Not only was the town set up in a grid pattern formation, the Avenues numbered one through ten accordingly and the Streets arranged alphabetically, but the main shops and stores were all located in the same general area: on Gadbee Street. This was particularly nice for Kate who lived on Eveleth Street—a mere two blocks away. Besides school, she figured her car would probably spend the majority of its life in her garage from now on. Pocketing her house keys, throwing her purse over her shoulder, Kate stepped outside. Turning left down the sidewalk she considered that it was a…
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North of Happenstance: Chapter Four
Madame Penny asked for compete silence from Kate. The best way to channel the universe, as she dubbed it, was to meditate, to clear the mind of any blockage, let go of any worries, knowing they would be intercepted by a higher power. From somewhere near her feet, Penny pressed the Play button on a CD player, the soft strains of some string instrument filling the room. “Close your eyes,” Madame Penny whispered, “and picture yourself swimming in a lake. There are no waves, no ripples. It’s clear as glass. The sun is high up in the sky and the warmth of it touches the tops of your shoulders. It’s…
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North of Happenstance: Chapter Five
Three days before classes were scheduled to start Kate’s computer crashed. Kaput. It wouldn’t turn on. She’d press her finger against the power button frequently, for varying lengths of time, to no avail. Nada. Zip. Zilch. The demoralized contraption remained lifeless. With rising hysteria, Kate stared desperately at the blank screen. She’d officially run out of troubleshooting ideas. The last time she’d had a computer break down she’d just gone out and bought a new one, but then she’d had a more or less limitless income. Now she was looking down the barrel of a different financial bracket—she was living solely off her familial inheritance. And suddenly, splurging for a…
