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The Summer Reads Blog Tour is here again, and this time the guest is the hilarious Will Macmillan Jones, Comedy Goon of the Alliance of Worldbuilders!  To see which books he recommends, scroll down.  And don’t forget to head over to host Lisa L. Wiedmeier’s blog, where you can enter to win a whole bunch of fantastic prizes!

Summer Reads Blog Tour – Week Four
Welcome Will Macmillan Jones!

Well, week four of the Summer Reads Blog Tour brings us a dear friend and fellow author, Will Macmillan Jones. Will’s the comedic act in our group with his dry sense of humor, I can’t help but smile when I read his posts or chat away in a lively conversation.

Will Macmillan Jones live in Wales, a lovely green, verdant land with a rich cultural heritage. He does his best to support this heritage by drinking the local beer and shouting loud encouragement whenever International Rugby is on the TV. A fifty something lover of blues, rock and jazz he has just fulfilled a lifetime ambition by filling an entire wall of his home office with (full) bookcases.

His major comic fantasy series, released by Safkhet Publishing, can be found at: and information on his other work and stuff in general at…

The death of Corn Carnival

Yes, this really exists, and yes, it appears every year.

Wait, what?  No more Corn Carnival?

This must be a joke.

But no, the City ran out of money.  For whatever reason, the businesses who call the Brook home decided not to donate time or money to make the annual celebration a success.  The ladies who sponsor the quilt raffle have all passed on to that great quilting bee in the sky and, while their spirits may be sewing for eternity, that doesn’t put quilts up for raffle prizes here in the land of the living.

No more kettle corn.  No more funnel cakes.   No more mini donuts.

And now, a word from our sponsor…

Elaborate parapets flank the gable of King's C...

Elaborate parapets flank the gable of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today’s Writing 101 task (okay, fine, it’s really Thursday’s task) is to grab the nearest book, turn to page 29, and use the first word that jumps off the page at you to inspire your post. I grabbed Land of Midnight Days by Katrina Jack and the first word to really jump out at me was the word parapet. With that in mind, here is my letter to a parapet:

Dear Parapet…


So today’s Photo Friday theme is inside.  But inside what?  Well, how about inside the universe?  No?  Okay, then feast your eyes on the inside of this pretty, pretty flower:

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We have this bush in our yard that looks a lot like a lilac bush but, as far as I can tell, it’s not a lilac bush.  It smells glorious, though, and when it was blooming a couple weeks back, I had to snap a few quick pictures.  This fly sure was happy that night. 🙂

Don’t forget to check out Charnele’s inside post, and have a great weekend!  I’ll be back…uh…sometime to finish catching up on my Writing 101 posts (Only yesterday’s and today’s to go – woo!) and fill you in on all the craziness from the past week.  Stay cool out there!

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A belated find

Looking less tired already!

Looking less tired already!

The challenge for Day Thirteen of Writing 101 is to write about something you’ve found, in contrast to Day Four’s challenge to write about a loss.  For day four, I wrote about my loss of sleep.  Today I think I’ll write about how I found it again.

It’s only just happened, see.  Ever since my surgery in January, I’ve been having more trouble than normal sleeping – getting to sleep and then staying that way.  I thought it was just because of the hot flashes, because they’ve been awful, and worse since I stopped taking hormone therapy in April.  It wasn’t working as well as I thought it should, so I decided to try a different doctor.

The only hang-up?

People are sensitive about babies

Did you know that?  They are.  And the sensitivity extends to kids in general.

I’m not one of those people who gets offended every time someone says, “You must have your hands full!” when I mention how many children I have.  Why should I?  They’re absolutely right.

bunniesWhat prompted this sudden outpouring of…um…incredulity?  Well, a friend of mine shared a link to a Scary Mommy post on Facebook this morning.  I read it, I laughed, and then I clicked on a related article on the same site called “10 Things Never to Say to a Mom Expecting Another Boy.”  Also, the Day 12 prompt for Writing 101.

Anyway, back to the article at hand and my incredulity.  Most of the things the author suggested you should never ask a mom expecting another boy are fairly harmless, in my opinion.  Things like, “Were you trying for a girl?”  Or, “Your husband must be SO excited!”  I guess the reason those questions don’t bother me is because I was so desperate to have a girl (really, there’s no other word for it) and my husband was excited to be having a boy, and I will be the first person to say so, whether you asked or not.

I already had one boy and I wanted one of each, so my answer to the question, “Were you disappointed when you found out it wasn’t a girl?” is always…

Home at twelve

The Writing 101’s Day 11 challenge is to write about where you lived when you were twelve.  I’ve covered the age of twelve, and revisiting my childhood home, in other posts, but this one is different.  As I began thinking about my old house, lots of things came back to me, and I’ve tried to capture a few of them here.

SCAN0038When I was twelve, I lived in a two-story red house on the corner of Pine Street and Main.  The local Pioneer was across the street to the north, and we had a huge back yard.  At least, I thought it was huge.  Then again, I thought the house was huge, too.  Trees filled the yard, and flower beds existed in various states of decay.  They weren’t the only things in that state.

If I close my eyes, I can still see the white linoleum that was always dirty near the front door and the peeling wallpaper of the dining room.  I can still see the sun glaring off the screen of our old RCA TV (’80s vintage, of course).  I can still see the colorful patchwork of carpet hidden by all the crap that littered my room and the kitten posters on my seafoam green bedroom walls.

00000001My mom hated that color – she wanted me to pick something a shade darker, but I loved it.  It was better than the ugly shade of blue that matched my parents’ bedroom, and a heck of a lot better than the Pepto Bismol pink…

Happy food!

downloadSo for the Writing 101 Day Ten post, I’m supposed to write about my favorite food, and do it in my own voice. But everything I write is in my own voice, so what does that even mean?  I mean, I have different voices, obviously – there’s the voice I use with my kids, the voice I use with my kids when they’re in trouble, the voice I use when I’m talking to other adults, the voice I write novels in (and that changes depending on the story), the voice I write blog posts in, the voice I write my diary in…

I guess I’m just going to have to pick one, aren’t I? 😀

Alrighty, then.  I have about as many favorite foods as I have voices (apparently I have a lot of those), but the one that immediately comes to mind is pork chops and rice.  I usually replace the pork chops with chicken breasts, though, which is also fantastic (maybe even better than the pork chops), and my dad would often substitute steaks.  My mom used to make this dish, and I adored it.  Couldn’t get enough.

But the rice is the best part.   The recipe:

Next up on the Summer Reads Blog Tour is…

Once again, I’ve got some great book recommendations to share with you. To find out more about the Summer Reads Blog Tour, check out Lisa L. Wiedmeier’s blog, original home of the following post.

Now, without further ado, here’s this week’s guest, Carrie Fetzer!

Summer Reads Blog Tour – Week Three
Welcome Carrie Fetzer!

This week it’s our beloved Carrie’s turn to share her favorite reads with you. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to have her come into my life and support me the way she has. Last November, I half jokingly put it out on the page that I needed a page administrator, and our lovely Carrie messaged me! Not only did she volunteer, but she’s run with it wholeheartedly.

She’s done an amazing job with keeping the conversation going, and filled a huge gap for me when I needed it most. This was supposed to just be a temporary position, but Carrie wanted to stay on! The best part of having her admin my page?

The legacy of words

One of the blogs I enjoy reading belongs to Icess Fernandez Rojas, and today she posted a letter to her readers.  The following is an excerpt:

I took to writing the last scene of the latest Jennie Manning story on my typewriter. I like using it and wished I could use it more often. There’s something about the way the keys hit the page. There’s a connection to the words there, an authenticity that a computer screen can’t duplicate. I’m not sure that authenticity is the right word but it’s the right sentiment, the trueness of the experience of writing. This is what I’m referring to — the purposefulness of words (since there is no deleting or backspacing), the rhythm of the keys tied to the fingertips, then the arms, the shoulder, the neck, the brain. That delicious, intoxicating rhythm when the brain is practically drilling the story onto the blank page. This is something that a typewriter can do that a computer can’t.  –Icess Fernandez Rojas

I love the way she describes the process of writing with a typewriter, especially as it so closely mirrors my own feelings about writing longhand.  I write all my stories longhand, and the pencil is my writing tool of choice because I just can’t stand to have a page full of scribbles where I’ve made mistakes and I don’t have enough White-Out to get me through a whole project.

Plus, there’s only so much White-Out you can put on a page.

Anyway, if you haven’t checked out her site already, what the heck are you waiting for?

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