Good morning to all.
This morning I’d like to introduce to you a new weekly column from Tell-It-To-The-World Marketing called, Writer’s Grapevine.
I hope you’ll enjoy this look back at what has been despite all my tech trials a rather productive week.
In case you missed some of what’s been going on here are just a few highlights from this week gone by…
On March 10 author Ann Harrison-Barnes introduced her latest creation. Here’s the info…
Stories Outside the Box: An Electric Eclectic Book
Written by Ann Harrison
a little book filled with magic, ferries, music, an angel or two, and even a bit of mystery.
Fly away on the wings of a simple drop of rain with Anna as she follows the music that fills her heart.
Have you ever had a breakdown in the middle of the road and wondered how you’d get home? Read about the miraculous end to what could have been a perilous journey for Bill and his family.
Mystery buffs and techno geeks will love An Unusual Glitch, a story about a county wide technology glitch that threatens to ruin the county’s computer infrastructure, if the problem isn’t resolved before it’s too late. Enjoy a couple of new mysteries along the way.
You may be enchanted by a Christmas miracle that starts with a child’s prayer and a tinkling bell.
Ride in a sleigh carried on the wings of a snowflake, ride the wind on the wings of an autumn leaf or fly away on a swing!
There’s an adventure waiting for readers of all ages in each delightful little story.
Also this week, author Ann Chiappetta announced the release of her newest work. What? You’ve not heard of it yet? Well, here’s the scoop…
WORDS OF LIFE: POEMS AND ESSAYS
C 2019 by Ann Chiappetta
Print: $9.95 / E-book: $3.99 / 140 pages in print
Available from Amazon and Smashwords
About the Book
In this new collection of poems, essays, and flash fiction, the author once again exhibits her ability to write about both the light and dark sides of life. There are numerous poems and stories about nature: its kindness, cruelty, and wonder. There are frank expressions of the sadness and frustration she felt at the progressive loss of her eyesight and a poem about the social isolation that disability can bring. Other pieces, though, sing of joys as diverse as family closeness, the love of dogs, the delights of scents, and the power of the muse. Just as in her first volume of poetry, Upwelling: Poems (2016), there is no fluff here. To read Ann Chiappetta’s works is to feel them deeply, appreciate them mightily, and remember them forever.
From the Introduction
While it is my hope that all the pieces in this book resonate with my readers, I have my favorites. Some of the poems have been previously published; all reflect what lies within. This volume is accented with a few photographs. As I lose the last vestiges of my vision, bringing a meaningful visual array to this collection seems imperative. Finally, dear reader, I want to share the prose that reflects the way I’ve lived my creative life.
If just one poem or essay resonates with you, I have accomplished the purpose. For a moment, as the eye reads and the brain interprets, the reader slips into the shoes of the writer. This is the true spirit of what it means to be creative, open, to offer the emotions in such a way as to give another person the opportunity to appreciate the writer’s experience with the words of life.
Ann Chiappetta lives in New Rochelle, New York.
Book-related website with full details, cover image, free text sample, and buying links: http://www.dldbooks.com/annchiappetta/
The author’s previous two books are Upwelling: Poems (2016) and Follow Your Dog: A Story of Love and Trust (2017). Details of those books are also on her book-related website, linked to above.
Another little tidbit of news I have picked up through the Writer’s Grapevine is Tammy Frost, author of Fay and the Rainy Day is going to be out and about signing books. To learn all about her event please see her on her Facebook page at:
What have I been up to in my personal writing journey this week you ask?
Well, as I wrote earlier this week I’ve taken on the incredibly scary task of writing what will be when finished, CAMPBELL’S RAMBLES TRILLOGY:BOOK ONE HOW A SEEING EYE DOG RETRIEVED MY LIFE, BOOK TWO: THE RAW TRUTH, AND BOOK THREE: EDUCATING THE UNEDUCATED. Below is a sneak peek of what’s to come. Now, remember this is not in any way the finished product. Really it is nothing more than the meandering of my mind and what it thinks the new version of book one might look like.
For those of you who have read the original your thoughts are welcome and for those who have never read any of my work but might like to do so here’s how to go about it…
JOURNEY TO THE SEEING EYE
1) NO GOOD EXCUSE
April 2, 2011 had finally arrived, and it was time to go. My dad was in the driveway waiting, and my luggage was loaded. I stood at the door with tears in my eyes, saying my goodbyes. On what should have been one of the most exciting days of my life, I was upset. Why? Because as what had become the norm more and more of late, Donnie was putting himself before me and furthermore had no good excuse for his selfishness. I’d asked Donnie to come with us to the airport, and he had refused. His excuse was that he had his son that weekend, and his son had a friend over. dad had told us more than once that would not be a problem; he’d even offered to let the boys hang out and watch planes take off and land after I’d gone, but Donnie still wouldn’t go. I asked him why, but he never gave me a straight answer. Considering we’d argued about my going until nearly midnight the night before to me the answer was simple. Though he’d never admit it in front of his son, or my dad he simply didn’t want me to go and was pissed because I was going ahead against his wishes.
There was nothing to do but go on without him. So I wiped away my tears as best I could, said goodbye, and was on my way. I have to say that dad was not really impressed with Donnie’s lack of interest. Although he said nothing much about it, I knew my dad well enough to know that he didn’t like it at all. Honestly, I knew dad had never truly cared for Donnie. I knew in fact that he and most of my family only tolerated him for my benefit.
Donnie had never tried to ingratiate himself into the family, never attended family gatherings and like now, never gave a good excuse as to why.
For whatever reason though, rather than realize this was a red flag, I chose to defend his behavior and even as I sat there in the car, embarking on what would indeed be a life changing journey I tried to justify his behavior yet again.
Dad, obviously not wanting to get into it before I flew off into the great unknown, simply changed the subject and I not wanting to argue with him on top of everything else found myself much relieved.