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October 1, 2009
- Long Journey to Rneadal by Sharon E. DreyerReview by Wendy at Wendy's Minding Spot - Tuesday, September 29, 2009Jake Granger is the handsome captain of the star cruiser, the RELENTLESS. When Dr. Jessica Hunter is assigned to his ship for six months to create new systems, he doesn't let time waste. He is deeply attracted to Jessi and pursues her with a passion. He allows her prefrence to be alone ...
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September 30, 2009
- Matt James has created a "perpetual interview" with the authors and game designers who play in the Forgotten Realms.Got a question for the Realms' creator Ed Greenwood? Or for me about writing for Wizards? Just follow Matt's directions and your question will be mailed to the author of your choice, answered, and then posted on the loremaster.org site. It's a lot of fun to pick other ...
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September 29, 2009
- "Nobody but a reader ever became a writer, and nobody but a very good reader ever became an editor." ~Richard Peck Full article on www.publishersweekly.com. Some of my fellow SCBWIers (Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators) have had the good fortune to attend one of Richard Peck's workshops. Years later, they can't stop raving about him--and for good reason. ...
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September 27, 2009
- Am making the most of the day before the onslaught of Freshers' Week next week. Honestly it's been really great today that I haven't had to talk to anyone apart from Lord H. Bliss. Here's today's poem:Meditation 229Water and prayerquench the dry land’s thirstand wash sin away.If onlyyou could bottle both.So we've had a delightful amble through the joys of Wisley, which included the excitements ...
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September 26, 2009
- I was lured into Blair Kilpatrick's memoir, Accordion Dreams: A Journey into Cajun and Creole Music, the moment I saw the charming cover depicting a happy little girl holding her accordion, although I was surprisingly unprepared for the extent of the adventure she'd lead me on in this extraordinary musical memoir. Before I even opened the book, a small voice in the recesses of my mind encouraged ...
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September 26, 2009
- Goodness me, but what an exhausting and severely draining day. Here's today's poem though, which I just had time for this morning:Meditation 228Offering moneyfor the gift of salvationis lambastedto oblivionby the saintedPeter and Johnbut has in factbeen in common usefor centuries sincein the church.Really, the more I do these meditation poems, the more cynical I become, I fear. Church is all too ...
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September 25, 2009
- What a glorious day it's been today - an Indian summer indeed. Here's today's verse:Meditation 227Sometimes the only thingthat countsis the wild sheddingof blood:from the small agoniesof ancient kings – names long forgotten – to the murderous furyof Paulas he condemns to darknessthose he’s cometo hate,it has always been so.Not really suited to the weather, I know, but what the heck eh. ...
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September 24, 2009
- On the subject of goodbyes, I submit a very short passage from my novel HIGHWAY TO OBLIVION which touches on a farewell to an era, to a lifestyle, to not only a place, but more importantly to a sense of place: Fond memories from her childhood struggled to the surface as well. The way the sidewalk had narrowed in front of the Payson house next door --- a slight hill and frost-heaved ...
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September 24, 2009
- I have to say it's great not to be in the office today. Almost feels like being normal (perish the thought). Here's today's poem:Meditation 226To start the day:a good stoning.Cover your earsand let sharp rocksblanket the wordsthat pierce you mostwhile the rough cloaksof murdererslie heavy in your arms.My, Saul of Tarsus/St Paul could be a bloodthirsty man on occasion. And really I can't blame him ...
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September 24, 2009
- The Critter from the Sub-zero-th Dimension had arrived, and boy, it looked pissed. "What hast though written, oh vile miscreant?" it boomed at the tale teller of old. "Doth it not pleaseth thee?" asked the trembling author, matching registers. "It pleaseth me not!" "What canst I do about it, oh Revered Critter?" "Cut! Write something new. Take up ...
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