My good friend, also named Linda, doesn’t own a Kindle and her ipad doesn’t hold
I haven’t kept my promise. Life has gotten in the way. Travel, caretaker, fundraiser all seemed more important than establishing and sustaining a full fledged writing career—in spite of the promise.
Once, on Amazon, when I offered my books for free, I “sold” 1800 copies of the second book in my series over a two day period. This garnered two reviews. After about a year of earning no money from Amazon, yet everyone downloading my eBooks for free, I quit.
No this isn’t a food blog, but you never know what will move you to write. Margherita Pizza may show up in one of my future plots. You never know. Together with an ice cold bottle of beer, Margherita pizza has to be one of the best tasting pizzas I’ve eaten and I’m a card-carrying, sausage lover. Since then it has become a frozen pizza staple in my freezer. it’s Marinara sauce, flavored with garlic and oregano, the mozzarella, fresh basil, and tomatoes are to die for. Because it lacks animal fat, it’s easier to appreciate the other flavors.
My youngest daughter is engaged to be married next Spring. We are fond of her
Stevie A. Turner, you’re Rave Reviews Book Club’s Pay It Forward author in the Bethany Turner PIF campaign. I’m honored to celebrate your burgeoning career as an outstanding storyteller and chronicler of life.
We’re also glad that Author Stevie Turner won an inter-schools’ writing competition in 1969. Winning that contest for her entry, entitled ‘My Pet’, early in her writing life is the reason she’s so prolific today.
Stevie Turner’s love affair with words and writing has continued throughout her life and now, in what she calls, “the late summer of my life”, the words are tumbling out of her head. Stevie has the time and she has the experiences that have supplied her with a wealth of subject matter to write about.
I remember reading and committing the Prayer of Jabez to memory when it first came out a few years ago. I prayed it faithfully everyday because, believe me, I wanted my territory to be enlarged. So, I read the next of author, Bruce Wilkinson’s series, “Beyond Jabez”. There was a part in this best-selling book that I preferred not to touch. That was the phrase that instructed us to ask for “somebody to help”. I was scared of that part.
This morning, Supermaids saw the real me. I ran ahead of the two women while they were taking off their shoes and hanging up their coats. They lagged behind, talking in Spanish and eyeballing.
“Look at the clutter. I bet she didn’t know we were coming.” Then laughter.
Well, I don’t speak Spanish, so I don’t really know what they were saying. I’m just imagining what I and a friend might have said.
Mac uses his homeless buddy Rufus and some other homeless friends to help gather evidence. Eventually, the investigation leads Mac to Norris Peterson, the man who caused Mac’s downfall.
The inclusion of homeless characters, is nothing short of a Dickens (Oliver Twist-y) technique. I loved the leader of the homeless people, Lord Bozworth. He speaks with a British accent and it’s rumored that he even attended Oxford. Author Adams uses Bozworth to galvanize the homeless people to help Mac’s efforts to save the woman and to vindicate himself.
Sometimes I’m disillusioned by the extreme volume of text that has already been generated by millions of talented writers. They have told stories that are different from mine, yet the same. Tales that, in their opinion, are as interesting as mine and as important to mankind as mine.
What makes me think that my novel will generate discussion, misalign the stars—stop the earth turning on its axis—when there is a mass of dystopian mayhem already out there that no one is talking about?