Just some fun


See one of the things great about being a writer and a sorta artist is seeing stories in everything that exists. Over Christmas we had moved my more expensive dragons into a safer place. At the same time we had lego sets set up. I couldn’t resist taking photos of course. At the angles there were some fun images to be had. Stories that would almost tell themselves don’t you think?

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Another tragedy


I had planned to blog here this week about the poems I had written for charity and the role of writers in honoring those fallen to tragedy. Over the past few years I have donated work to books that we hoped would raise awareness, to fill in hope and to honor those who died for inexplicable reasons. Then a madman with an agenda decided to buy  weapons and shoot up people because they held different beliefs about love than he did.

There have been and will be many who write on this topic. From Trump’s self serving rants to those who spew hate and want to use this as another example of why we should hate. I find these people to be truly awful.

As has happened so often in the past few years there are those who will defend he right to buy any weapon his wishes. To misinterpret the second amendment as a free ticket to stock up on weapons meant for professionals. For police and for the military.

Those who know me from my personal facebook page know that I don’t like guns. It is a personal choice and I would not dream of taking a rifle from those who need it to feed their family or even a handgun from those who believe (if irronously) that they need a handgun to protect themselves from people in their homes. I strongly disagree that any person needs an automatic weapon, the weapon of war, in there homes.

The tragedy this weekend has once more proved to the world that once more Americans can’t control themselves. I was born in the US, lived most of my life there and was very proud of how safe and wonderful a place it was. But then we started getting mass murders, crazy men (in most cases) buying weapons of war and deciding to kill people either to make some imagined wrong right or to become famous. This needs to stop.

In the United States, a country that was supposedly built on inclusion, there is a major divide building. It saddens me that the place I grew up, that taught me that if we fight for our dreams we could become more has descended into this divisiveness. Remember kind readers that we are all human. No matter who we love, no matter what we believe, no matter where we were born, we are human. We need to truly look into the eyes of those around us and see ourselves. See the child who looks at the world with wonder, to see the heart that beats inside each and everyone of us that looks for that one soul who understands us. Can we try to agree that tragedy is tragedy and killing is wrong?

Like people all around this blue globe I send my prayers for those hurt and the families who have lost a child/father/husband/brother/uncle. My prayers may go to a different face of the divine than most but I know that we all deserve support. I no more want to hear about the man who took his homophobia out on a nightclub of innocent people. I want to hear about the lives touched by this tragedy. Hear about the wonderful people who were hurt, the heroes who tried to save lives and of the lives lost. For every person to be born on this planet is a story worth knowing. Lets not let those who died, those who were injured become statistics. Let them become heroes.

And a second annoucement


As a writer I know just how important marketing is. So today I am going to be doing more than one blog here. The first was for the raffle copter but this one is a different animal all together. So here is what I was sent by the wonderful Natasha Johnstone

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Silka Fontein was a typical rich little girl until she disappeared 15 years ago, right after her high school graduation after party. What happened to her? No one knows where she went to or why she had left so suddenly. Now, after all these years she returns home, different and completely changed, with secrets so deadly that everyone’s lives are in danger!
She reunites with Taber Blake, her childhood friend turned quintessential playboy. As they fight their unexpected attraction for one another, a series of action packed events have them fighting for their lives. It is then that Taber’s own lethal secrets are exposed in the process. Will their attraction be enough to survive the truth?

This mish-mash of action, adventure, comedy, romance, mystery, suspense and drama is spy thrilling, spine chilling read bound to keep you begging for more! Available in an Adult or PG rated version, you will have no reason not escape into their world and hearts.

Author Bio

Ash was born on Christmas Day 1974. So started a life of “Merry Christmas…And oh! Happy Birthday too.” Before you say, “Aw Shame” and break out the tissues, please know that Ash is a Christmas Diva! There are always two presents …or else!

Reading and writing was a big part of Ash’s life growing up. Being a typical rebel, rather than joining the cut-throat corporate world after graduating, Ash became a vegetarian hippie instead and went into the gardening/ nursery business. The irony of a vegetarian “plant lover” is still lost this award winning Horticulturist to this day.
Ash traded comfortable hemp attire for corporate cotton later on and became the Purchasing Manager for McDonald’s Asia, Pacific, Middle East and Africa region. These days neither the high flying corporate Exec or the vegetarian hippie exist, but rather the family orientated book lover with not so much spare time to read anymore.

The eternal rebel loves to connect with fans (or “Stoneys!” as they are lovingly referred to). So, go on and stalk away, you rebel you!
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She sat looking at him, gently sipping her coffee, smiling slightly and slowly blinking. She had always been confident, but he had never thought of that confidence as being sexy. To him her confidence was arrogance when he was young. Since he had become an adult he realized how wrong he had been. The caliber of women he dated was far from confident, trusting or loyal. They were insecure, jealous, whiney, clingy little girls that loved him only as long as his credit cards were at their disposal.
Which reminded him: “How did you get Amber so spot on? She was highly impressed with you.”
Silka gave a huge grin.
“I had my fair share of gold diggers. Amber will be anything and everything you want her to be, until the day you marry her. That is when you will see her true colors.” She suddenly realized that this was nothing new to him, although he looked as if he had just discovered a turd in his coffee. He leaned back in his chair.
“What have you been up to all these years?” he asked boldly.
“Why don’t you tell me about your side first?” she requested looking as if she could melt a polar ice cap.
“Fine. Graduated high school, obviously, fulfilled other obligations, spent a gap year traveling the world, finished university and then went to work for my dad. Spill it!” he shot a challenging look back at her as he turned the tables.
“Love to, but I am running late for work,” she said glancing at her watch. He paused for a second.
“Very well,” he smiled smoothly. As they stood up, he followed her towards the door. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked.
“Only if I get the next round. Thank you for the coffee.”
“Not a problem,” he said as they stepped onto the pavement. For a moment they stood there staring at each other. She smiled suddenly, and turned to cross the road.
“Bye, Tay.”
“Bye, Silly,” he yelled back. Sure enough he stood there watching her glide into the building across the street.
Climbing into the back of his chauffeur driven car, Taber wondered if she had taken offense at the mention of the name he used to pull out of the box regularly to rile her up. It got her every time.
Silka used to hate being called Silly. She hadn’t heard that name in ages. It used to make her angry, but hearing it out of his gorgeous mouth today made her smile. His mouth was all she could think of as she headed out the elevator, into the parking garage, and drove out to the place she really worked at, in the outskirts of town, in a car that was not really hers, no less.

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So folks, follow the links. There is a lot of wonderful stuff to be found there and enjoy the holidays!

Raffle copter….hey I am part of this!


I was invited nicely to be part of a raffle copter give away. For those of you who don’t know what that is, a raffle copter is a bit like a contest. You go to the linked site and put in your email. At the end of the contest time one name is picked and that person gets all the books that have been added to the raffle copter for free. Basically all the authors hope for in this is that the winner will read and review the books they have added to the copter.

I have participated in these both as a reader and a writer. They are a great way for you, the reader, to be introduced to some of the best of the new indie author voices out there (and me of course not the best but worth reading)

If you are interested in seeing all the books in the copter or if you wish to sign up please go to this link

http://www.jadekerrion.com/e-book-merry-christmas-giveaway/

Here is the list of titles that you will win

Double Helix Collection — by Jade Kerrion

Miriya — by Jade Kerrion

Escape: League of Stars (Book 1) — by Lisa Williamson

The SatNav of Doom — by Will Macmillan Jones

Dragon Fate — by J.D. Hallowell

The Chosen — by Sheenah Freitas

The Naphil’s Kiss — by Simone Beaudelaire

Daughter of Light & Dark — by Ch’kara Silverwolf

>Warlord’s Honor — by L.W. Browning

M.O.D. — by J.C. Allen

The Founders — by Holly Barbo

Divergent Paths — by Holly Barbo

The Writers’ Stuff Multi-Genre Anthology — by Write Stuff authors

Hot Summer Nights Anthology — by Write Stuff authors

I have read most of these and they are some really good books. As for the final two on this list…your blogger here has been a part of both of these anthologies and they are filled with more amazing indie authors! So if you own a kindle or think you will get one by Christmas I would go sign up for some really good work! The drawing will be on December 29th! Good luck!

Working on so many things but it is the 4th! Time for a break


Well that is nothing new right?  I have started the process to get the anthology, Reflections of the End into paperback.  While it isn’t that hard using Createspace what is tricky is pricing.  The program tells the minimum price you can put in for the size of your book but that is in the US..if you want to sell it else where you need to raise the price.  This is a good way of seeing why paperbacks cost so much.  I still love the feel of a good paper back in my hands but dang it all that is more than I can afford.

Now usually a service like Createspace will take a day or so to go through the review process before the book will show up on their website and amazon.

Thankfully that is all i have driving me nuts right now.  I am taking a few days off from writing to process these books and of course do the usual blogging and flogging.  So much fun but things that need to be done.

Now I do have a lot of ideas running through my head.  Thanks to research  I have been doing there will definitely be a bunch of new Death stories.  Being as today is a holiday back home I can take time off right?

Happy Memorial Day


Today is to me a day to remember not just the armed forces men and women who have passed but all those who serve.  While Veterans day is meant for those who have served their country to distinction I think this day is more for those who have died.  Not just the soldiers, sailors, airmen and women or those in the National Guard and Coast Guard services.  We need to remember the rest who serve and have died in service.  The police officers, fire fighters, first responders, nurses and teachers who have died.  In the past year we have lost many who are not service men and women in what is traditionally thought that way.  We have lost teachers to madmen and distastes, lost fire fighters to fires and madmen and police officers who are just doing their duty.  They too need to be honored.  Let us honor them all and remember that they too leave behind family and friends who feel that hole in their lives.  There are so very many people go give selflessly so that the rest can live their lives.  From social workers gunned down by disgruntled adults to ambulance drivers shot because they dared go in where others would fear to tread.  I salute you all!