Why would anyone design a house and put a nice big window, overlooking the street, behind the bathroom stool? Seriously. I'm not making this one up. It's how our bathroom is laid out. Lucky for all the passersby, we keep the blinds closed so that no one is accidentally mooned.
Don't misunderstand me, I love our house, warts and all. But the rational for putting a window there escapes me.
Got any riddles at your place?
Today's Wink and Nod Recipient is Diane at Spunk on A Stick. Diane is a very busy lady. Not only is she an author, she's also a publisher and public speaker.
Want publishing tips? Stop by her site.
Wink, wink, Diane.
This week's Wink and Nod recipient is Carmen Stefanescu's Shadow's Of The Past Blog.
If you enjoy the paranormal you'll love this blog. It's a lovely blend of fact, fiction and myth about all things supernatural. I've learned a lot from it and look forward to learning more.
I read Carmen's book TILL LIFE DO US PART and found it to be a page turner. FYI: Her bio is as intriguing as her books.
Life Do Us Part
Mystery, Suspense, Reincarnation,
date: 9th June 2016
Barbara Heyer can hear voices of
dead people. They whisper of their deaths, seek comfort for those left behind,
and occasionally even warn her about future events. But when Barbara’s brother,
Colin, is accused of murder, it will take more than her gift to prove his
Becoming smitten with the handsome
investigator, Detective Patrick Fischer, is a serious complication given his
assignment to her brother’s case. Barbara senses there is something far
deeper—and perhaps much older—than the surface attraction between them. Could
that be why she’s visited by a mysterious woman named Emma in her dreams? Could
past life regression tie all the seemingly unconnected events together?
Barbara and Patrick must overcome
heartache to find the truth to save Colin, and perhaps themselves.
poured the bubbly liquid into the glasses. He offered one to Barbara and raised
undercover, paranormal investigator, Barbara.” He smiled and touched his glass
to hers, looking straight into her eyes.
too, Patrick! I mean, Detective Fischer. If it hadn’t been for your
determination to find out the truth, many families wouldn’t have had the small
consolation to see their relatives’ murderers behind bars.” She took a sip of
something else I’d like to tell you,” Patrick said. He cleared his throat and
took one of her hands in his. “It’s something that I wanted to tell you... to
ask you for a while, but it never seemed the right moment.”
She heard the
tremor in his voice and was sure what was to come. Yet, she didn’t want to make
it easier for him. She saw it in his eyes, felt it in the touch of his hands.
He was in love with her as she was with him.
“So, as I
was saying... I want to ask you if—”
telephone rang again, cutting like a steel blade through the thick emotional
atmosphere surrounding them.
again.” Barbara rolled her eyes upward and headed to the bloody thing. She
picked up the receiver and said in a voice that sounded a bit irritated, “Yes.
What? Who? Yes, one moment, please.” She turned to Patrick, “It’s for you. An
emergency, it seems.”
grabbed the phone, “Yes, Fisher here. What? When? I’m on my way,” he said and
put down the receiver.
sorry, Barbara. There’s an emergency, indeed. Bruce has been injured. He’s in
the hospital right now.”
goodness. Is it bad?”
idea. They didn’t say. I’m going there. Sorry I spoiled the evening.”
for apology, Patrick,” Barbara replied hiding her disappointment. “Duty comes
first in your job, I know.”
you. Soon. There was something important I wanted to tell... to ask you.
Goodnight, Barbara,” he said and kissed her hand affectionately. He
stood in the middle of the room. It looked empty and cold without him. She took
the bottle of champagne, pushed the cork back into it, then went to the kitchen
and put it in the fridge.
later, she returned to the living room. With a reflexive gesture she picked up
the packet of cigarettes Patrick had forgotten on the table. She weighed them
in her hand for a moment and smiling, opened a drawer of the bookshelf and
placed the cigarettes inside. She took her book from the bookshelf and sat on
the couch, enveloped by the faint smell of aftershave left behind by Patrick.
stretched, then came to Barbara and curled up in her lap.
Jack. It is like that. It’s always been like that. Just you and me.” She sighed
and opened the book. She failed to notice a faint light hovering outside the
resides in Romania, the native country of the infamous vampire Count Dracula,
but where, for about 50 years of communist dictatorship, just speaking about
God, faith, reincarnation or paranormal phenomena could have led someone to
great trouble - the psychiatric hospital if not to prison.
school teacher of English and German in her native country, and mother of two
daughters, Carmen Stefanescu survived the grim years of oppression, by escaping
in a parallel world that of the books.
of her poems were successfully published in a collection of Contemporary
English Poems, Muse Whispers vol.1 and Muse Whispers vol.2 by Midnight Edition
Publication, in 2001 and 2002.
Her first novel, Shadows of the Past, was
released in 2012 by Wild Child Publishing, USA.
Carmen joined the
volunteer staff at Marketing For Romance Writers Author blog and is the
coordinator of #Thursday13 posts.
Other books by Carmen
of the Past – paranormal/light romance/light
Today's Wink and Nod Recipient is Adam at Neko Random.
Adam often posts on history and throws out fun trivia sound bites. He also gives out movie reviews and ratings, and shares family photos.
Wink, wink, Adam. So many blogs. So little time.
As previously mentioned, the HH and I are the third generation in my family to be married on Christmas Eve. It wasn't until recently that I realized we were all married on a six year:
I don't do numerology but I was intrigued enough to look up what this number's 'personality' entails.
This is what I found: Positives
Most harmonious of single digit numbers
Can be small minded
Can be intrusive
Can be shallow
Sees the small picture but can miss the big one
In math, six is considered a perfect number.
"Six is a number perfect in itself, not because God created all things in six days; rather, the convert is true God created all things in six days because the number is perfect." Saint Augustine (The City of God)
"A curvy line and a circle mix. That's the way to make a six."
This week's Wink and A Nod Recipient is Trout Talking Tabbies.
This blog is told from a cat's perspective with help from the Food Service Girl. It's particularly favored by folks that like cats and know cat-speak. It also plugs some wonderful animal charities.
Wink, wink, Tabbies. So many blogs. So little time.
first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group
day. Members post about their doubts and
fears, discuss struggles and triumphs, and offer words of encouragement to
others who are struggling.
question: How has being a writer changed your experience as a reader?
When I first started writing, I read strictly as a reader. I didn't look below the surface or story line. Over the years that has gradually changed. One thing I noticed is that many of the kings and queens of our favorite genres had developed their style before the 'rules' became applicable, which makes me question the validity of the 'rules'. I find myself agreeing with Nick Wilford's assessment that rules are merely guidelines or suggestions.
I also find myself wondering how much of the author's view points, beliefs, characteristics or expressions creep into his or her writing. Case in point. One of the authors I follow has a specific phrase that his series character usually says several times in every novel. I grin whenever I see it and think to myself I bet the author uses that phrase himself with regularity. It's not unusual to find a white cat, vegetarian, or political opinion in some of my books. What about you? As a reader, who has a writer friend, do you see anything of them in their work? Or do you lose yourself in the story and not even think about who's writing it? As a writer, do you see yourself creeping into your fiction?