Wednesday, April 23, 2014

"All the Rave" World Book & Copyright Day Giveaway for RRBC


I recently became a member of the super supportive RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB. Through RRBC, I've connected with other authors, read new books and gotten in on some of their great perks  -- like a chance at being the Club’s Book of the Month or a Spotlight Author or a #PUSHTUESDAY Winner.  It's free to join.  Just go to the RRBC website.

World Book & Copyright Day is April 23 this year.  It's a symbolic date for world literature, celebrating books and their authors. Formalized by UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization), this day pays a world-wide tribute to the art of writing by encouraging everyone to discover the joys of reading. UNESCO created this day to not only promote reading and publishing, but also to make authors aware of their protection under copyright law.

The members of RRBC have compiled gift packages of books, both in Kindle and Nook formats. There are a number of ways to gain entries and many chances to win! Visit the RRBC website, go to the WORLD BOOK & COPYRIGHT tab and use the Raffle-copter to enter. This is open to everyone, members and non-members.

The giveaway will run from Wednesday, April 23 through Saturday, April 26. The winners will be announced on Sunday, May 4 in the Rave Reviews Online Newsletter.

(The governing board of RRBC would like to thank those members that have so graciously donated to this special giveaway):

Alex Jones, Atoyia Pencil, Beem Weeks, Bette A. Stevens, Bruce A. Borders, Christopher Pepper, Clarissa Simmens, Dale Furse, David A. Kimmel, Doris Dancy, Garrett Addison, Jacob Quarterman, Jane Yates, Julia Barrett, Karen Ingalls, Kasper Beaumont, Kathryn Treat, Kish Knight, Leisl Kaberry, Lorraine Pestell, Michelle Abbott, Michelle Weidenbenner, Nicholas Rossis, Peter Muller, Rebecca Nolen, Rea Nolan Martin, Rhani D’Chae, Roderick Davidson, Sahara Foley, Sara Furlong Burr, Seve Verdad, Shelley Young, Shirley Slaughter, Stevie Turner, and V.C. Arran.

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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Don't hate me because I hate holidays

As a kid I never understood why my mom got stressed over holidays. But once I grew up and had a family of my own, I realized holidays only happen with ease because someone is back there pulling the strings.  And if that someone doesn't pull the strings at just the right moments, instead of ending up with an awesome Easter or a cool Christmas or a fabulous Fourth of July, you end up with a knot of disappointment.

I absolutely hate pulling the strings.

I'm not talking about whole religious aspect of holidays here -- everyone celebrates that differently, if at all.  What I'm talking about is the let's make this day perfect aspect.  The everyone takes off of work and school for it had better be good aspect. The gimme, gimme, gimme part and the what? that's what we're eating for dinner? part.

Oh, wait.  That last bit happens everyday.

But come on!  The pressure!

Yes.  I'm a Scrooge, an Evil Bunny, a Black Cloud on the sun of happy holidays.  Or maybe I'm just an extremely spoiled child who had a fantastic childhood with year after year after year of perfect holidays lined up like popcorn on a garland.  My mom and dad did it all and they did it well.  From the Easters where it took me and my siblings hours to find our baskets (inside the piano, people), to the nights when St. Nicholas banged loudly on the windows (fun and freaky), to the rosy pink watermelon on Independence Day (yum), my parents gave me great memories.  Wonderful memories, despite Mom kind of hating it all.

So...maybe, just maybe I am doing the same for my kids without even knowing it.  Let me find out. I'll ask them right now.

They say they liked the pancakes I made in the form of their initials, even if they were burnt. And the eggs we colored with nail polish swirl only gave them headaches for a short half hour.  The drive out to the Easter Egg Hunt was kind of long for the few eggs they got, but at least it wasn't raining. Easter was fun, they say.  It was a good Easter in their books.

*Sigh* I hate holidays.

 But I do love those kids.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A Bit of Prose

Prose poem today, by yours truly. 


She stares up at the ceiling fan, the gold chain shimmying in the moonlight.

Dim light seeps through the curtains, colliding with the dresser, lamps and scattered clothing to create chaotic patterns in the room.

A body is next to hers.  Warm.  Hairy.  Snoring.

Just moments ago her own body had rubbed against his.  Tongues, lips, limbs crashing.  They’d been thirsty for each other and had scraped teeth and banged heads in their impatience.

Like many times before, like many years in a row, they’d melted together.

She counts the clicks as the fan turns round.  She feels the body next to her, his breath moist on her shoulder, his hand sticky on her thigh.

If he were any closer he’d be on top of her and yet…

He sleeps next to her, smiling.  He’s there, so why does she feel so utterly