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over the last two years especially for my family and this year for me as well. As you all know in 2015 I had a cardiac arrest and only recently found out that I coded (no pulse, no breathing, basically dead) for over twenty minutes. So many people were praying for me God HAD to send me back.
Then this year, after that emotional trauma, in October, my closest sister was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. Neither of us has had a cigarette since 1993.I was told in doctors’ offices over the years that “when you stop smoking for over 10 years, it’s like you never smoked.”
I don’t know where they got that information. In any case, she’s been doing chemo so I haven’t been pretty much anywhere online except Twitter, which doesn’t require me to be funny in 140 characters. But it is silently implied…
Through all this, I’ve tried to keep writing and it’s rocky at times. For those who follow this blog, I thank you so much. I love you all, though I don’t always tell you–that’s me silently implying, kind of like Twitter.
Anyway, depending on how things go here (my house, not Knoxville)maybe I can knock out the rest of this second book of Brede Chronicles. In any case, thank you for being faithful to me and this blog. I love yo  -47

Waking Writer

The brede chroniclesHalf-human Alekzander Brede is a law unto himself…or so he thinks. Elektra Tate, the street orphan who loves him has other ideas. 

When she betrays him for no apparent reason, he vows to punish her one way or another. Taking the one thing she treasures most—their son—begins a cat and mouse relationship spanning two planets and costing possibly his life. Elektra will stop at nothing to save her son but can she overcome Brede’s twisted idea of vengeance?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

After a decade-long detour through the entertainment industry, P.I. Barrington has returned to fiction author. She has experience in journalism, radio air talent and the music industry. P.I. lives in Southern California and, at times, co-authors with her sister, Loni Emmert who also works in…

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What genre do YOU write?

The Writers in Residence

Reading and Writing – The Basics by Kate ThorntonKate Thornton is a retired US Army officer who enjoys writing both mysteries and science fiction. With over 100 short stories in print, she teaches a short story class and is currently working on a series of romantic suspense novels. She divides her time between Southern California and Tucson, Arizona.

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I write Mystery and Science fiction.

I used to say, I write short stories. And while I do indeed still write short stories, I also write novels.

We tend to identify ourselves by the most comfortable label, or by the one we’d like to fit, as well as by the one that seems to fit the best, based on what we have actually written. Or maybe just by what we wish we could write: “Yes, I write archaeological papers with a bit of whimsy,” or “Yes, I write about the cosmological implications of French cooking.”

So I have identified…

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I’m back.  In a manner of speaking that is.  I’m in a place where my office is as big as a living room and I have an upstairs and while I keep trying to hate it, I can’t. I just can’t. This after being dead and coming back, months in rehab, and finally being dragged back and forth across this country puppies ferried around as well. (Let me tell you, Oklahoma has THE most impressive dog park/rest stop ever!)

So I decided to break the silence, a least for my people here on FI and yes, if you’re reading this consider yourself thus,  and tell you that’s the reason for the silence for so long.  I’ve barely had two seconds to communicate anything to anyone and finally I am able to take a miniscule breath after realizing I have no soda anywhere near me so I’m forced to drink diet Cranberry juice (kind of good with no acidic tang) as I remember leaving the only place I’ve ever known in my life.

Oh, I prepared for it. In fact I’ve spent the last five years preparing for it, looking at the house and property I lived in for over forty (yes 40) years, trying to burn a hole in my retinas and my memory  so that I would never forget the hellish/sometimes astonishing life I would leave forever. I drove past my childhood houses trying to remember them but I only have memories that are fleeting and intense since the neighborhoods and the houses have deteriorated or been torn down for new, cookie cutter residential districts. Believe me when you expect to never leave and have built your whole life around a place/lifestyle/dreams (starting to sound like Stevie Nicks here) leaving is the hardest concept to accept.Leaving and never coming back? Damn near impossible. 

I always expected to die in Los Angeles. In fact I did. In 2015 two weeks before my birthday I suffered a full-on cardiac arrest (not a heart attack) and died literally on my living room floor in front of the computer, my mom and two hysterical puppies. When I woke up fully from the resulting coma I was in a rehab hospital. It wasn’t traumatic for me (I told my sister who was traumatized, that it reminded me of the Seinfeld episode where Kramer sees the entire movie about the woman who wakes up from a coma & says ‘Oh, Doctor, I feel so refreshed!’) but it was for my entire family and friends who got all of their friends to pray for me; we’re talking a mass in Rome for me 5,000 people there, friends who belong to giant churches of 1,000 or more parishioners (and not all Catholic either) to people on my cousin’s radio show (God only knows how many people that request  reached) and finally on my social media. Why any of these people would pray for me, I have no idea. I’m bitchy, arrogant, and nothing close to a saint.

And yet God does have a sense of humor. Okay, a sardonic, dark sense of humor but a sense of humor nonetheless. I DID die in California. He brought me back. (I think all those people praying for me must have driven Him insane and He caved.) Be careful what you ask for, it isn’t a joke my friends.

I did lose it once. As the plane banked from LAX and over the Pacific I looked out the window and cried. It was the first time leaving was a reality for me and I just lost it. I was exhausted from the flight–no Xanax this time–actually I was exhausted from the fear of flying and looked wearily at my new home. It took a few days to get oriented to both the house and the time change (still haven’t gotten over that) but every time I expected to hate something about everything here, I loved it instead. I don’t even miss Cali. Not the least little bit.

Very funny God, very funny.

 

 

 

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There’s a new contest in town! Well, not new exactly–it’s the 20th anniversary of the Lucky Agent contest! Check out the info below to read and participate:

http://tinyurl.com/q2wdw2u or check out this tweet:

New FREE contest for writers of Romance and Romantic New Adult http://tinyurl.com/nz6n2p8 Judged by agent @mcorvisiero, via @chucksambuchino

Good luck and happy writing!

Authors! Some info for your research…readers interesting info.

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