Here she is readers!!! Though her title has changed a few times, A Flare in the Dark is now available for the KINDLE through Amazon! Get it right now for a limited time for on $.99! What a bargain!!! Let me know what you think! Your comments and reviews truly make a difference, especially on the Amazon site. Even promoting a book is difficult without enough reviews. So, your voice really can help! Thanks a thousand times over to all of you who keep me going, keep me writing, and keep me sane!!! With
She's done......
I'll share links soon. Love and hugs to all who have supported me a long the way. Happy Joy!!! Live Much and Read Often! xoxo-JA A Flare in The Darkness is sooo close to completion that I am thinking of taking a night to celebrate. I'm happy with where my characters have taken, what choices they have made and how they have grown. Giving life to them has been extremely gratifying! Hoping beyond hope that I can get this out to you, my dear readers, sometime in the next few weeks. Much proofreading and editing must be done, but my head is in the game now. No slowing down! This story wants, needs, desires to be read.
So, what books have you read recently that have a need to be devoured? Make some recommendations on my blog and let's share these new discovies! I am currently reading "Pretending Normal" by Mary Campisi. So far, it has been a great coming of age novel, beautifully scripted characters with more depth as the story goes on. I'll give it a number star review after I finish it and a blog post of it's own. I am going to really, really try to start reading at least a book a week and review it on here. It's good to get inspired. Check it out, let me know what you think. Love it, hate it, meh it.... As always, JA Birds: Love much and read often! XOXO JA Schnikes!!! So, I broke the computer table while writing a pivitol scene in "A Flare in the Darkness." Make sure you get a copy when it comes out, and guess what scene it was! Maybe, we'll do a contest! Whoever can guess it, will win a prize! Well, point at hand. My July freebie of Gate's Creek starts tommorrow! Get your friends and family to download it for me, leave a comment, check out my bloggity blog. You are all ace in my book, now let's multiply our little group! And please, please, please introduce yourselves!!! I see you there, reading my books. How I would love to meet you! Love much and read often JA Birds! -xoxo JA
A New Excerpt From "A Flare in the Dark"
“You ready,” Dad got up, slowly, from the bed of the truck. He'd been moving slower and slower but I hadn't noticed how much so before. Age had caught up on him one of these nights, his face a shade of gray ash, his hands tight and wrinkled. Lines of time and hard work, janitor chemicals bleaching spots on his arms, singing the hairs above his wrists. The hair on top of his head not much better as the salt and pepper was turning more salt. I threw my tool box in the back of the pickup and hopped into the passenger side, eyes cast down, not wanting to see those tired hands up close as they gripped tightly to the steering wheel. But, I couldn't avoid the glance that showed me not only were they tired. They were skeletal. The bones jutting through his skin like branches on a barren tree in winter. These were not my father's hands. These were hands that belonged to a man twice his age. We drove in silence to the lake, a mile away from the house. Not a long distance, I walked there often times during the summer, after school, whenever the urge to be alone, absolutely alone, hit me. Dad had driven slow and what should have taken us five minutes at the most took closer to ten. The scent of dust, dirty gravel roads filled the truck and the familiarity comforted me in the quiet stillness of my thoughts. We trampled through the overgrowth to the lake, shining reflections of the stars, the moon above, dancing on the surface in a mirror of light. Too deep for swimming, to filled with debris from towering branches, victims of wind swept mutiny, it was left mostly alone besides the fishermen who were willing to wade the weeds and thickets to their destination. The community lake, it's man made beach and catfish stocked waters was no place for real, true fishing. The kind of fishing meant not only to catch tomorrow night's supper, but to revel in the solitude. -Happy 4th of July, dearest readers. Grab the closest Trois Pistoles beer, (or budweiser if that is more your thing), lemonade for you youngsters, your kindle, and download a copy of Gate's Creek or Aisling's Field for your reading pleasure!!! La |
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