The Green Fairy, Mysterious Deka and an excerpt, a new Review, Stammer Words, R J Mirabal's &quo
March 5th is National Absinthe Day.
For those who are 21 or older it's time to celebrate a drink called Absinthe. It's often mistaken for a liquor, but it is truly a spirit because it isn’t sweetened. It belongs with the vodkas, gins and whiskeys.
The spirit is made by infusing wormwood, fennel, anise and other herbs into alcohol through distillation. The creation of absinthe is credited to Pierre Ordinaire, a French doctor. He developed and prescribed the elixir in the early 19th century as a cure for many illnesses.
It has a strong licorice flavor to it and a high alcohol content. It is served with ice, a sugar cube placed on a slotted spoon over the glass and water poured over the sugar.
Also known as The Green Fairy, The Green Goddess or The Green Lady, the drink was popular with artists and writers. It was rumored to have hallucinogenic effects.
Just as it was gaining in popularity, in the 1890's its reputation took some severe blows.
The Green Lady was blamed for causing madness, seizures and low morality, among other ills of society.
One of the final blows was a scandal in 1905 involving a French laborer who had spent the day drinking absinthe. He later murdered his children and pregnant wife.
The drink was banned in France and other countries soon followed. In the United States and around the world the ban has since been lifted.
Studies have proven there is nothing hallucinogenic about the drink. Absinthe does have a higher alcohol content than other spirits, so it is important to drink responsibly.
(and never to drink and drive) and use #NationalAbsintheDay to post on social media.
Something I really enjoy as a writer is presenting my characters to tell their own story. Recently I took a poll to find which character story my readers wanted to hear. In first place was Marai, the main character of Children of Stone. I then asked which of the main women readers want to meet. Surprisingly, mysterious Deka, a woman apart from the others, got the nod. Here's her story along with some of the illustrations I used to tell about her.
Deka Nefira Sekht
I don’t have a name. I was not named by a mother, or if I was I do not remember her, her face or even the touch of her hand. The man who raised me called me Deka which means “One who pleases”. And I did please him all my young life.
He liked it when I danced for him. He taught me how to use my powers and to hunt and fly and how to be a lion on the ground a hawk in the air. I was his goddess-child and he was so in love with me that it was only natural for me to merge with him to create my gift in return – a child created of our seeds. Then he betrayed me. Said he had to leave and that I could never be part of his world.
Ta-Te! No! I cried and vowed to pursue him. But I fell. And landed part god, part human, part beast – no memory and afraid to speak, because all who heard me thought I raved for calling after a god. My child had died.
And soon I was nothing but a worm crawling, a slave to desires of others, broken.
Chibale the sorcerer started to help me but what he saw of my powers frightened him so we went into the camp with men and one woman. I served their bodies and each time one mounted me I waited for the day I would find Ta-te and slaughter as I wished.
I was bent and broken. A woman there kept me in line. She was mean and rough with me, but rewarding and soothing if they beat me. I called her Wise MaMa.
She called me Bone Woman. Later we got Brown Eyes who had no soul.
The memories were coming back so I made them go into her round and toad-y body so I wouldn’t have to think about them and could focus on my vengeance on those who disrespected my Ta-te so he had to leave. Marai came. He looked like the sun. I called him Man-Sun and thought he was Ta-Te returned. With the other two, he took me to his boat of the stars. Was he my Ta-Te the maker of worlds and Master of Time?
When I woke my memories did not. These Children of Stone have told me I must control my rage.
My stone is born of fire and creates fire, too! It is a ruby of dried blood to symbolize the rage inside me.Do the not have magic? Can they not take the anger away if it is not useful? They tell me I will find Ta-Te, but now I know it is not Marai and I pull away from him.
I will not tell you what has happened but I am with another now. He is savage like me, and enjoys the rage of betrayal. He is a wolf to my lion and calls me Nefira Sekht or Nefersekht “The beautiful lion” Nefira Deka Sekht I have a name now. The beautiful lion who pleases, but they also call me Menhit or “Lady Slaughterer, mother of the lion” because BLOOD…
Would You question?
Just to serve as a teaser, here's a scene from upcoming Heart of the Lotus involving Deka and hopefully not much of a spoiler. In this Young Maatkare Raemkai is contemplating his lover Deka and wondering if she is Menhit Mother of Lions and precursor to Sekhmet This morning he and Nefira Sekht Deka hunted like a plundering pair. He had paced impatiently and watched her scan the horizon, reflecting on the ways in which she made him feel proud. The feeling, though new, overtook him, but only up to a point. Beyond that was doubt.
Each hunt he allowed her to join had been different than the ones before. Each time they made a kill, she leapt upon whatever they brought down, took its blood and gave it to him.
Not so long ago, it was I who sought to bring terror into your live by showing you that little “kill and taste” ritual of mine. Today you promise to show me something even better. I should kill you, woman, lest you suddenly disappoint me after such a lie. He stopped pacing when her fingertip gesture told him to be still; to not let the men below know they were scanning for a herd below.
Like a lion. Even the men are saying Menhit and I was joking when I named her Nefira Sekht. Only days before with the wretched band out of Qustul I had to put down. I see how I had it wrong. He had mused and turned his eyes to her as she flattened out on the top of the cliff and beckoned for him to do the same. It thrilled him.
It’s magical! He wanted to demand the answer of her. Was it your warrior spirit all along that first hardened me when I was just a boy and weeping for my dead hound, Little Raemkai. Are you truly a goddess of war? Have I awakened your spirit by accident, or by godly design?
The Gods (from) Above
By JZon March 1, 2018
Format: Kindle Edition A 5 star Review
“Voices in Crystal,” the first book in Mary Woldering’s “Children of Stone” trilogy is a rich and complicated text; there is a lot to keep track of: names and places and rituals, etc. From my point of view that’s a neutral matter. If you like “fast and light”? Wrong book for you. If you’re into “alternate reality” epics? Perhaps a reasonable choice. The book has a good deal of Old Testament (or, in a deeper sense, Abrahamic) DNA, along with perhaps a skosh of Game of Thrones. There are a lot of names that sound Egyptian or Arabic; there is a god, part of whose name is Yahweh. But then there is a boy nursed by a lion: shades of Romulus and Remus? And a wise man named Djedi: Star Wars, anyone? For the most part that “mashup” works. But one is periodically diverted into wondering about possible, canonical, parallels. Should I think of “the mountain of the Law” as Mt. Sinai? And, if so, what would that mean?
Woldering writes well and the quality of the editing and proofreading is quite good. One shouldn’t have to even mention something like that regarding a published work, but this makes her an outlier, in a positive sense. Those basic characteristics are absent from a stunningly high percentage of books—both self-published and “professionally” produced. Those technical qualities are particularly important in work of this sort. It’s reasonable for a reader to have a bit of a dizzied, Tilt-a-Whirl, feeling while accommodating to a new and complicated world. It is a BAD feeling when it seems like the operator of the ride herself is dizzy. It almost always feels like Woldering’s in firm control. Readers may not always know “where we are” or “where we’re going.” She does. She’s the driver who takes you on “a long cut,” through some off-the-beaten-path cultural site, rather than a shortcut, but who you trust will get you to your destination. At heart, this is a “religion came from the sky” book; a slightly brutal compression: shepherd touched by extraterrestrials is transmuted into a god and sets out to spread the word. While studying mythology, Woldering writes, she was struck by how, “Some of the archetypes [of gods] resembled each other in their strengths and weaknesses as if, by some mystical power they had moved from land to land to become woven into the tapestry of time and culture.” I’ll poke at that just a little: It makes sense that ancient people would gravitate toward “weather gods” and “harvest gods” and “hunting gods.” I don’t see an explanatory need for a “mystical power” to unpack this phenomenon. That said, I recognize that—across time and cultures—the great majority of people have looked to religion as explanation or justification or compass. This is not my kind of book. But judged fairly, in context, it is an exemplar of the genre.
Last week I re-blogged an article on Hedge words and Inflation Words. At the end of the article there was a stay tuned for article which at least one of my readers wanted to see. By the way, this is an article I need to truly implement. (I have sinned!) But, because I always love to please my readers, I'm re-blogging:
2 Stammer Verbs to Avoid in Your Fiction
Posted on September 7, 2015 by Jessi Rita Hoffman
As a writer, you’ve probably heard the advice about avoiding passive voice and colorless verbs, such as is, was, went, and so on. But you may not be aware of what I call the “stammer verbs” that mar the novels of many budding authors.
I call them that because they halt the flow of a scene. Just as stammering halts speech, stammer verbs halt the flow of a written sentence. The author uses these verbs as if stammering around while searching for the genuine words she’s intending.
As a book editor, I find two verbs in particular repeatedly used in a stammering way by many beginning novelists. Let’s take a look at these little suckers and identify why they pose problems for your story.
Ever notice how often you write “he turned” or “she turned” when you’re describing a character in your novel doing something? I suspect we all do this, in our first drafts.
The king placed the scroll back on the table. He turned and walked to the window.
Libby stared at her brother, unable to believe what she had just heard. She turned, went to the door, and walked out.
Notice how turned adds nothing to the description in these two examples. The reader assumes, if a character is going to move from point A to point B in a scene, he or she will probably have to make a turning movement. That’s understood, so it need not be explained. Stating it merely slows down the action and spoils the vividness of the scene.
In the first example, rather than say he turned and walked to the window, it’s tighter writing to simply say he walked to the window. Better yet would be to describe how the king walked: he strode to the window, or he shuffled to the window.
The king placed the scroll back on the table. He shuffled to the window.
In the second example, She turned, went to the door, and walked out could be tightened to read She went to the door and walked out. A further improvement would be to get rid of went (a colorless verb) and to tell us how Libby walked:
Libby stared at her brother, unable to believe what she had just heard. She stormed out the door.
Libby stared at her brother, unable to believe what she had just heard. Crying, she hurried out the door.
Notice I didn’t suggest She walked sadly out the door, because it’s better to nail the exact verb you’re looking for than to use a lackluster verb (like walked) and try to prop it up with an adverb (like sadly).
Began is another stammer verb that tends to creep into our writing unless we keep a watchful eye. Like turned, it’s typically misused as a way of launching into description of an action:
Jill sat down with a thud. She began to untie her shoelaces.
Jon put down the letter. He began to stand and pace the room.
There’s no reason to slow down the action in either of these examples with began. See how much tighter this reads:
Jill sat down with a thud. She untied her shoelaces.
Jon put down the letter. He stood and paced the room.
Or perhaps better still: Jon put down the letter. He paced the room.
Unless something is going to interrupt Jon or Jill between the start and the completion of their action (standing, taking off shoes), there is no reason to say began.
Can you see why began would be okay to use in the following sentences?
Jill began to take off her shoes as a spider made its way up her shoelace.
Jon put down the letter. He began to stand, but the man shoved him back down into the chair.
In these examples, began is appropriate, because something is being started, then interrupted. That’s not the case when began is just used as a stammer word. Turned and began … Once you become sensitive to how these two stammer verbs infiltrate story writing, you’ll find yourself recognizing them as they pop up and naturally weeding them out. Like so many writing problems, the remedy is greater awareness.
Your turn: Are there other “stammer verbs” that annoy you? Tell us about additional verbs you would identify as “stammering” in place of efficient storytelling.
Last week R J Mirabal discussed his writing, To give you a better feel for his stories, here's a character interview
1. Go ahead and introduce yourself.
Don Vargas, English instructor at a small college in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Apparently, I’m one of the early main characters in the contemporary fantasy series, the Rio Grande Parallax, although why I don’t know. The last thing I need right now is a lot of attention from fantasy story geeks, but here I am. Say, do you have a cold beer in the ‘fridge?
2.Tell us where and when were you born.
I was born in 1975 at my mother’s old family home in Peralta, New Mexico, a little village south of Albuquerque. It must have been a wonderful experience because my mother died within hours after I was born. As for me, everything has gone downhill since… Well, almost all downhill.
3. How would you describe yourself?
Bored with life, sick of adult responsibilities, and… Oh, do you mean personality-wise? Aren’t you starting to get the drift of what I’m about? Yeah, I can be a responsible adult. Tried it for about twenty years, but one (expletive deleted) thing and another. Sorry, I don’t know if you can print that, don’t really give a (another expletive). Anyway, I did well in school without hardly trying. Even did OK in college, soI figured I would rather teach than be some kind of scientist or manager.
Physically… you wouldn’t even notice me on the street. Though I’m Hispanic, some of my ancestors were what they called “pure Spanish” so though I’m a little dark complected, you would probably think I was English or German with a tan. Nothing outstanding about my looks and I don’t do anything to make myself stand out. The less people notice me, the better.
4. Tell us about where you grew up.
Pretty much in the same old family house where I was born. Village life in New Mexico is pretty calm unless a few guys get drunk and drive around knocking down mailboxes—not that I know anything about that kind of (expletive, again and laughs). In Peralta, we had a pretty even mix of Hispanic people in the center of the village with lots of Anglos on the outskirts of the area where they could build nice big houses with a garden and a horse or two. My dad lived in a little… uh, crap-hole of house, so I ended up staying part time with my father and then with my aunties in the old family home—a big rambling adobe house that was built a room at a time when my great-grandparents would have another kid get married who needed a place to live.
My dear old father never had regular jobs, so I didn’t have much except through my aunties who, though they were fairly poor themselves, always tried to indulge me a little because they felt
sorry for me. Well, at least one of my aunties was that way. The other one was pretty strict and an amargada—that’s Spanish for a “sourpuss.” Of course, I gave her good reason to kick my butt (laughs). Say, you didn’t say whether you had a beer or not?
5. How old are you?
35 years old, though I feel like a hundred and thirty five.
6. Did you have a happy childhood? Why/why not?
Well, now, didn’t you get a clue from what I’ve already told you? Jesus. Sorry, no offence. My dad blamed me for mother’s death. Everyone in the family told me what a wonderful, sweet woman she was, but why did she marry a (expletive) hole if she was so wonderful? Anyway, in my mind she is like an angel that couldn’t stand living on this earth. But why did she leave me with that— Oh, never mind.
I had a few good friends in school and that made a big difference. Of course we all liked to drink beer and raise hell. But none of them were real punks. You know what I mean? So they helped me pass the time. I also had this little old beat up dirt bike. I could go out on that thing and roam all over the riverbanks, sand hills, and run up arroyos for hours. Just me, the bike, and the desert. I was most at peace with myself then. No one making demands or trying to corral me.
I was truly happy.
I had a few girlfriends, but I never found anyone that was worth a crap until college when I met my future wife… oh man, I don’t want to go there. Let’s move on. What else you got?
7. Past/ present relationships? How did they affect you?
Well, I’ve already talked about my relatives—I don’t know if I really want to talk about my wife. She was a cool babe when I met her. She loved to get nasty, too. Sorry, I’ll not say any more about that, but let me just say she had the right combination of looks, personality, self-worth, and sexiness. Mmm-mmm. Anyway, we got married and things went pretty well until she got too successful as a real estate agent while I just plodded along as a low-paid instructor. I took to drinking even more than I did as a teenager—I guess I didn’t learn my lessons watching my alcoholic, mean-assed father!
Later, I ended up in this other alternative, uh, place or whatever you want to call that place through the Portal that looked for all the world like New Mexico along the Rio Grande, but just ancient and primitive as hell—anyway… In the Valle Abajo, as they called it, I met this woman, Raquela. God what a woman! She was everything any sane man would dream of, yet she was down to earth. Hard to describe
her without getting too sentimental. Let me just say she has made such a difference in my life. I think I actually have a purpose. OK, enough of that! Let’s move on.
8. What do you value above all else in life?
For a good part of my life—beer and losing long term memory. But now? I guess I was already getting to that talking about Raquela. However, not only her, but a lot of the… uh, let’s say “clanspeople” of the Valle Abajo. Once I got used to their weird little ways—You know, I won’t even go into that because I would reveal incredible spoilers in the whole story. Let’s just say I learned some lessons from people who would be the last ones I ever expected to be my teachers. God, that really sounds maudlin.
Now there is my little cousin, Esther. A teenager now. She’s very intelligent and a real go-getter, very much the opposite of me. But I love that girl a lot. Like she was my own kid. She and I understand each other without having to make the other one into something they’re not. She has the ability to go through the Portal, too. I wished she didn’t because I wanted to protect her from the bad things going on there with the Soreyes—a real evil bunch. But she’s such a mission-oriented person!
9. What are you obsessed with?
Well, it was alcohol. Then trying to disappear. I just don’t want to commit myself to anything. I hate for people to want—no, make that need me to do anything for them. And I don’t want anyone to do anything for me! Just let me check-out from the mainstream and anyone’s expectations.
10.How do your beliefs make life better for yourself and the people you care about?
Well, they didn’t. I was raised in the Catholic Church but rejected all that mumbo-jumbo early on. Now? Not so sure. I’ve come a long way, but that’s getting ahead of the story. No spoilers, you know.
11. Biggest fear?
Fear of running out of beer. Fear of living, dying, expectations to “make a difference.” Fear of being discovered. If no one knows about me, then I’m good. At least that’s what I felt. Even though big things have happened to me lately, I’m a little mixed up except about Raquela. God knows, she has made such a big difference in my life.
12. What line will you never cross?
I will not purposely hurt anyone who hasn’t done anything to hurt me. I might get insulting or mouth off. But I’m not a violent guy. Though you shouldn’t push me too far… I don’t cheat people either.
I may not care too much about most people but I won’t cheat. I feel like my mother unintentionally cheated me out of being raised right and giving me the motherly love I obviously need. I definitely feel my father didn’t give a crap about me and I wouldn’t mind kicking his ass, but I’m not going to go out of my way to cheat him either.
Now my wife… She cheated on me both in our marriage and emotionally. Left me out to dry which led to a little too much drinking. Can’t say I blame her, but still… We had a good thing going but I failed to meet her expectations, so she was done with me. That’s how this whole story started.
She kicked me out of the house. I ended up in a little two-room casita in the South Valley of Albuquerque. And… that’s where the Portal to the Valle Abajo and all its weird magic and fantasy beings live. I got involved in this whole story because of the bat, Nightwing… I know that sounds crazy…
Anyway, from there it all got pretty intense. Most of it I could have done without, but in the end… Well you have to read the story to see. At least my part of it. There’s other people in there who take a central role, too. A lot of it, I don’t know anything about because I wasn’t around. But readers of the trilogy can get the whole story.
13. What is the best thing that ever happened to you? The worst?
Best thing happened to me was beer! Ha! Kidding—but only a little. Raquela and then the whole crew in the Valle Abajo that I struggled with are definitely the best things that happened to me.
The worst? I’ve already covered that—my mother’s death at childbirth, my father, and the eventual break up from my wife—which actually ended up being a really good thing, maybe the best in the long run.
14. Most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?
Something I discovered about the clans of the Valle Abajo at the end of the first book, The Tower of Il Serrohe. It’s complicated. And it’s another spoiler. You have to read for yourself.
15. Biggest secret?
No secrets. I’m an open book. Not a very pleasant book, but it’s wide open. 16. What is the one word you would use to define yourself?
Inactivist… At least I tried to be inactive. But it didn’t quite work out with all the things that happened throughout the three books of the Parallax trilogy. I prefer to do my own thing without having to get too involved with other people especially if they start depending on me to do something. So… inactivist. If only it would have worked out that way. There have been rewards but way more responsibility than I wanted.
17. What is your current goal?
To be done with this interview and pour myself a cold one. Kidding, again! But right now, I’m just looking for some down time. Are we done, now?
And now Jill Hand! Welcome!
1. Who are you as a person?
I’m a former newspaper reporter and editor, a job that allowed me to experience all kinds of events first-hand, from municipal meetings to murder trials. I write horror, speculative fiction, science fiction, and fantasy.
2. How long have you been a writer?
Forever. I was telling myself stories before I knew how to write. I’ve had short stories published for about three years. One of my proudest moments was seeing three of them listed as potential contenders for this year’s Bram Stoker Awards.
3. Are you traditionally or indie published? If not yet, what are you considering?
My novella, The Blue Horse, was published by Kellan, a small press out of Portland, Oregon. The Blue Horse is available from the Kellan Bookstore and from Amazon. My novel, Rosina and the Travel Agency, is available from Amazon.
4. What writers inspired you? Favorite Authors?
First and foremost, Shirley Jackson. The Haunting of Hill House is in my opinion the best ghost story ever written. Her collections of short stories are top-notch.
Then, in no particular order, Edgar Allan Poe, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Ray Bradbury, Connie Willis, Algernon Blackwood, Bithia Mary Croker, H.P. Lovecraft, Arthur Conan Doyle, Kage Baker, Donna Tartt, William Thackeray, and Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, creators of the marvelous silver-eyed FBI agent, Aloysius Pendergast.
5. What is your book/series about (elevator speech or quick tweet post)
The strange adventures of the employees of a time travel business. It has romance, adventure, and humor, as well as true, weird history.
6. What is the setting and genre?
Some of the action takes place in 1863, in Leicester, England, at a stately mansion called the Calendar House. The estate no longer exists, except for the stable block, but it was really something in its day. There’s also a bachelor party that takes place in two bizarre Paris nightclubs in 1893. Those also existed, but sadly, the last one, Le Caberet de L’Enfer (the Caberet of Hell) went out of business around the middle of the twentieth century.
The Blue Horse is a mixture of real events, and fantasy/science fiction.
7. Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
George Harry Booth-Gray, Seventh Earl of Stamford. He was a piece of work, fabulously wealthy and eccentric (he married a gypsy who was a circus bareback rider.) He owned a
legendary blue horse that might have been a mutation of zebra, no one knows for sure. He and the horse both actually existed.
8. What character is most like you?
They’re all me, in one way or another. I’m part Rosina, a practical, level-headed Victorian, Olga, aka the Mad Russian, who enjoys plotting against her enemies, and Ned, who used to be King of England and now just wants to have fun.
9. If you had a supernatural power, what would it be?
I’d want to be able to predict the future. That way I’d make a fortune investing in the stock market and betting on sporting events.
10. Would you say your book has a message or underlying theme? What is it?
The past was stranger than you might think. Also, people are complicated.
11. How are you marketing your book?
My publisher has giveaways, and contests, and a webpage with all kinds of surprises. I market mainly by word of mouth, although I’ve gone to a writers’ conference and attended a street fair in which I hawked my wares.
12. A wonderful thing has happened! Hollywood wants to make a movie of your book! You get to pick the actors & actresses. You want________________for your lead characters.
I wouldn’t care who the actors were. I just wouldn’t want the writers to mess up the screenplay.
13. What music do you hear (what songs) remind you of your story?
"The Mary Ellen Carter", written and recorded by Stan Rogers. It’s about overcoming adversity and never giving up. Also "Midnight in Moscow", the version by Kenny Ball and his Jazzmen.
14. What are your favorite foods?
I like everything, except olives and mushrooms. They are abominations.
15. What makes you laugh/cry?
Inappropriate things make me laugh. I have a dark sense of humor. Frustration and injustice make me cry.
16. What do you want written on your headstone and why?
I would like just my name and dates, with something written in tiny letters underneath. Motion sensors would cause a jet of water to shoot out and drench people when they get close enough to try and read what it says. Why? Why not?
17. Other than writing do you have any hobbies?
Reading and travel. I like being in new places, but not the process of getting there.
18. What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?
Right now I’m enjoying The Crown and impatiently waiting for the next season of Shameless
19. If you were not a writer what else would you like to have done?
My husband is a lawyer. I like how it basically involves getting paid to fight with people. I also like knowing how things work. I’d probably like being a surgeon because I enjoy repairing things and don’t mind the sight of blood, or an auto mechanic.
20. What are you working on right now?
I’ve got some things in the works for various submission calls for short stories. I have a Southern Gothic novel in the works about an evil family from Georgia.
21. How much research do you do for your novels?
Bonus – what’s the weirdest thing you have Googled?
The kind of writing I do requires a lot of research. Fortunately I enjoy doing research. I’m always Googling weird things so it’s hard to narrow it down, but a contender would be “How do anglerfish mate?” Just be glad you’re not a male anglerfish.
22. What’s the scariest thing you have ever done, and did it end up in a story?
I was in a forest fire once. Another time three friends and I were lost in the woods for several hours with darkness approaching, nothing to drink, and only one small chocolate bar to sustain
us. Neither one of those events has yet to appear in a story.
23. Name five fictional characters you would invite to a dinner party. Where would the party be?
The party would be inside an Egyptian pyramid. Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson, Morticia Addams, Mr. Toad, and Becky Sharp would be the guests.
24. What links or website do you have? List them below.
My Amazon author page, Facebook, and Twitter accounts are:
Party Hat for February was awarded to Denise Hasund Sherman. She won a bookmark from one of my takeovers and now was the person who liked commented and shared the most of my post. Because of changing Facebook policies it's easy to have certain "friends" drop off the radar and not see the Mary R. Woldering or Children of Stone posts. From time to time it's even possible to her blocked
from posting or commenting in groups (How we writers advertise) for a few days.
That's FACEBOOK JAIL.
The goal, I'm told, is to encourage users to PAY FACEBOOK for advertising. So when you see a post, share it to your page, to reader and writer groups and to other sites. Not on Facebook? Twitter or Instagram works and note I have posts on Pinterest of the weekly blogs. If all you have is email, drop me a note from time to time at firstname.lastname@example.org and tell me what you think of the weekly blog. Your efforts always help and once a mo nth the reader who does the most gets a prize for themselvwes or a friend.
Girl Scout Day - If you were a Girl Scout or Girl Guide, a leader or even a Brownie or Daisy and have a fond memory, here's a place to shine. Post a note! Jill Hand's Character Olga Allan Cheesman A review of Death Be Blue by Katie Epstein a re-blog of "Are your characters guilty of Frankensteinian actions" Mid March releases
So until then... You know the Drill Keep on Reading, Writing and ABOVE ALL Reviewing
Design for Heart of the Lotus Cover will be a variation on this theme if I get my wish and the right artist