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Spring Forward Book Attack

Do you like to read? Do you like free books? Of course, you do! This is Goodreads!
Support for Indie Authors is proud to announce our first Free & Bargain Book event of 2017!

Load up your Kindle with more than 125 free and 99¢ book deals in a wide variety of genres!

Details: For three days beginning Friday, March 31st and running through Sunday, April 2nd, visit our event website to nab a whack load of free and 99¢ Kindle ebooks by our indie author members.

That’s it! No RSVP, no obligation, and best of all, no need to put on pants!* Some books will be offered all three days, but there are many one day only freebies, so make sure to check the site each day!

*Pants are only optional if you are browsing our event from the comfort of your home. SIAFBB is not responsible for pantsless readers wandering aimlessly in public spaces.

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When Mrs. Bookmark applies for a kitchen job

A Scheduled Book Tour

My Mum, the Dinner Lady by R. B.N. Bookmark

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It was April 1972, and I had settled down fairly well at St Iggy’s. The initial brawls to establish my middle ranking in the class hierarchy were over, and for the most part, I’d arrive home with my clothes and nose still intact.

The miners’ strike was in full swing, and Britain had become a cold and dark place to live.

One of our neighbours had hit upon the idea of making her own candles, a very enterprising thing to do in light of the “dark” economic situation at the time. My mum bought a few, but within minutes of them being lit, the room would smell of chip fat and other more nondescript odours of a dubious nature. We persuaded Mum not to buy any more, and the earth’s ozone layer was given a short reprieve.

One morning at school assembly, Mr. Bishop announced that the school was looking for a new dinner lady to work in the kitchen and if we knew of anyone to tell them to get in touch with the head. When I arrived home later that day, I mentioned it to Mum, as she was always going on about returning to work now we were grown up.

“If you like I’ll speak to the headmaster and book an appointment for you to come over.”

Mum couldn’t say yes fast enough, and the next day I knocked on Mr. Bishop’s door. “Come in,” said that all-too-familiar commanding deep voice.

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Happy Birthday to Me!

happy-birthdaybeautiful-hd-picToday’s my Birthday and I sent out invitations for others to join me, however, everyone seemed to be too busy so I am eating CAKE all by myself.

Like my invitation stated, I am promoting all genres today even though February is Romance month.

And since no one wanted to party…guess you all had to big of a night on Sunday night after the Super Bowl Game…I am partying by myself.

If you would like a chance to win a copy of one of the books below, subscribe to my newsletter before midnight (Feb. 7th).  I will choose the winner on Feb. 8th.

http://www.sparkinganvil.com/cindy.html

Take time to visit the authors below and sign up for their newsletters.

 

 

by Clementine Paddleford and Cynthia Harris

Stories Paddleford wrote about her childhood.

  • Hometown Appetites, The Story of
    Clementine Paddleford the Forgotten Food Writer Who Chronicled How America Ate

by Cynthia Harris and Kelly Alexander

You can only get this book in Paperback and Kindle, if you would like to purchase a hardcover, I will be happy to sell you a copy.

Website – http://www.sparkinganvil.com/cindy.html

Twitter – https://twitter.com/Cyn_Harris

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  • The Yellow Hoods Series

by Adam Dreece

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Twitter: @AdamDreece
Signed copies available at TheYellowHoods.com/Store

 

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by Jason B. Ladd
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Featuring Children, Tweens & YA Authors

Are you a Children’s Author?

Do you write for tweens?

What about Young Adults?

I am paying it forward in 2017 by featuring authors on my blog.

Sign up for me to feature you on the Feature Calendar page!feature-md

Occasionally, there will be bonus material, giveaways, reviews and more!

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2 Days Before Christmas

No books today!

Instead, I am going to tell a favorite Christmas story.

In 1988, my husband asked me what I wanted or needed for Christmas.

I am a simple person and I don’t need or want much of anything.  I thought about what to say to him and this is what I said: “I want a Christmas Sock stuffed full of fruits, nuts, and candy just like when I was a kid on Christmas morn.”

I didn’t think much about it in the coming days, however, I should have known better.

You see, the first Christmas we spent together after meeting, he asked me the same thing and my response was: “I want a red jeep, a million dollars, and a trip around the world for two.”

On Christmas day, I got exactly what I asked for, but not in my way of thinking, yet it was funny.

monopoly-money2I got a red plastic toy jeep that was parked in the driveway between two vehicles.  I got a million dollars of Monopoly Game money and I got my trip around the world for two by him placing a world globe in the middle of the living room floor and walking me around it.

So, you see.  I really should have seen what was coming.

76881450e85d781040c3eebd9b0d8b04mixedchristmasnutsOn Christmas morn, 1988, I got up and there on the back of a chair in the dining room was one of my hubby’s sock stuffed full of fruit, nuts, and candies–all from my childhood: apples, oranges, grapefruit, bananas, English walnuts, hazelnuts, etc. and the ribbon Christmas candy, etc.

It really did bring back my childhood memories and tears flooded my eyes.

So, this year, when you hang your stocking with care, ask your parents and/or grandparents what did they receive in their stockings on Christmas morn.

One thing is for sure, it was probably nothing electronic!

Enjoy yourself today and this evening and on Christmas Eve, don’t rush around like a chicken with its head cut off.  Instead, enjoy your family and/or friends, eat what you want (in moderation), and laugh.

And if you are a church going person, go to church and enjoy the candlelight service.

Wishing Peace to Everyone!

Merry Christmas!

Cindy Harris

P. S.  Don’t forget to leave a comment so you can be entered into my giveaway of a $25 Amazon Gift Card.  Drawing to take place on January 7th.

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Leaving Galway

12Title: Leaving Galway
By: James Linnane
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Publication Date: August 8, 2016
Genre: Non-Fiction, Short Stories

Book Excerpt:

My First Tree

I remember distinctly the day I cut down my first tree.  I was eight years old.

I used to pal around with the only other boy in our small village around my age named Patrick.  Patrick was four years older than me.  He was stronger, bigger and smarter than me, so I always played second fiddle, with regard to who was boss.  He once told me he was going to be a doctor and years later I can tell you that’s just what he did.  Our village was, at that time, in a remote part of County Galway.  We were both farmer’s sons, fond of the fields, the seashore and the open air.  At the weekend and on holidays when there was no school we would spend time together when we had no homework or farm work to do and we always invented some sort of adventure for ourselves.

On that day we decided to build ourselves a hut in a remote, inaccessible corner of one of my father’s fields.  The spot was picked.  We trampled down the vegetation around it and so it began.  Somewhere along the way, and for some reason best known to ourselves at that time, now well and truly forgotten, we decided nothing would do us but to cut down some unfortunate Ash tree for the main structure.  We intended to build a framework, which we would cover with plastic bags, to keep out the rain, with leaves and branches to camouflage it from prying eyes.  It would be our secret hiding place.

I was duly dispatched to get tools in my father’s shed.  My father’s precious tools, a risky venture at best, but he was well occupied, as he usually was, and I crept in and then out laden with an old saw, two formidable hatchets and some plastic bags, unseen.  I sped down the fields as fast as my burdens would permit me, which probably was not too fast.  Patrick had been waiting at a safe distance and met me along the way to assist with my load.  When we arrived back we surveyed the doomed tree.

We began to work.  Our abundance of enthusiasm was only matched by our total ineptitude and lack of skill.  I began sawing like a man possessed.  The saw bounced and slipped, bucked and buckled.  I nearly fell over a couple of times, sweat poured from my brow and then Patrick took his turn.  Truly he fared no better than I.  Finally, the saw stuck fast and neither of us could move it.  A titan struggle ensued and finally the saw was free.  It was decided to finish the job with the hatchets.  We were about as good with the hatchets as we were with the saw, or maybe worse, and it amazes me that we did not kill or maim each other.

We both walloped the poor tree till we were fit to drop.  The tree stooped unimpressed and unmoving while we lay on the ground panting and sweating, red faced and beaten.  The tree seemed to bear only minor scars despite our exertions and for a while, it looked as if we might well be beaten.

But perseverance and downright stubbornness are a funny thing and we were country lads with boundless energy, raised on farm work, hurling, plenty of fresh air and home cooking.  Our swearing vocabulary, at that time was quite limited, but we used them all just the same as we renewed our efforts yet again.  Still being raised on the rosary and mass on Sunday we chose not to overdo it lest a bolt of lightning strike us down.

We grunted, chopped, sweated and thumped as the day wore on.  The day became sunny it compounded our hardships.  Hands began to blister and bleed our shirts were off, wood chips lay scattered all around, but the tree still stood.  We rested and worked alternately and spasmodically.  Our tired limbs ached and throbbed as we whacked the pock mark trunk, inflicting more grievous, gaping wounds on the already wounded tree.  On towards evening the tree let out an almost inaudible groan and a slight shudder.  We attacked it with renewed zeal and it was I who struck the mortal blow, allowing us to pull it down, narrowly avoiding being pinned underneath it, however, we survived.

Having succeeded in our efforts, we trimmed its branches and tried to fit it to our hut, only to be convinced that it wouldn’t do.  We duly discarded our hard won prize.  It lay there, accusing, its naked stump, blatant in its starkness, a dying thing and we the villians of the plot.

It was getting late as we donned our shirts, collected the tools and gazed again at the say dejected tree lying prone and smitten.  We hid the plastic bags before we headed home.

I felt slightly nervous as I bade my friend goodnight wondering what my father might do if he should notice the unnecessary havoc we had wrought and left.  I quietly replaced the tools in the shed.  As I walked towards our house I felt elation tinged with sadness.  We had, had a grand adventure, I had cut down my first tree.  I don’t know if we ever finished that hut, I don’t think we did.  Youth is always fickle and restless, so certain yet so foolish and I was all of these things even at that age, a country lad just starting to grow with a head full of nonsense, coupled with a childish wisdom and a question for every answer.

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Author Bio:

James Linnane was born in County Galway Ireland in 1962. The youngest of a family of 10 children. The son of a building foreman/farmer and mother who essentially ran the farm while raising the family. James has lived in various parts of Ireland, has had various jobs and a career spanning barwork, security, construction and engineering.

His first book Never take an Irishman seriously unless he’s armed was published in New York in 1988, his sec­ond book, a novel(The Life and Times of a Gotcha) was released in 2011 and his third, The Potless Generation (a book of poetry) was released in 2014.

James has been a member of various writing groups including The Boyne Writers, The Meath Writers, and Splinter4all among whom James has many good friends. He has been widely published in various publications be­sides his own books. James is also involved with doing vol­untary work and with festival groups like Scurloughstown Olympiad.

James now lives in Ballivor County Meath with his wife and 2 daughters.

Connect with James:

Blog: jameslinnanebookchatcorner.blogspot.ie

Email: Jameslinn48@gmail.com

 

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Two Unforgettable Christmases

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Title: Two Unforgettable Christmases
By: Morgan St. James
Publisher: Marina Publishing Group
Publication Date: November 23, 2011
Genre: Non-Fiction

 

 

 

 

Blurb:

Author Morgan St. James reminisces about two Christmases during her childhood. The family’s move to Miami from Chicago in 1949 when she was nine was a culture shock for the young Yankee who was smart, wore glasses, wasn’t good at sports and wore shoes to school, She felt like an outcast. See what she experienced that Christmas.

Back in Chicago by the time she was ten, things were much better, but the family had no money. To her that was the best Christmas ever. Find out why.

 

Author Bio:

morgan-headshotThis former interior designer is now a frequent panelist, moderator or speaker. Having written over 600 articles about the craft and business of writing, St. James was inspired to write WRITERS’ TRICKS OF THE TRADE as an easy, fun-to-read guide for writers and authors at all stages of their careers. Available in Kindle, eBook and paperback. She presents writers workshops and co-hosts the WRITERS TRICKS OF THE TRADE show on Blog Talk Radio, as well as publishing the semi-monthly eZine of the same name.

 

 

Website:  www.morganstjames-author.com

Blog:  http://writerstricksofthetrade.blogspot.com

Blog:  http://silversistersmysteries.blogspot.com

Facebook and Twitter: @MorganStJames

 

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American Book Awards Program

From the website of – Before Columbus Foundation

The American Book Awards Program is not associated with any industry group or trade organization. The American Book Awards offer no cash prize nor do they require any financial commitments from the authors or their publishers. The Award winners are nominated and selected by a panel of writers, editors, and publishers who also represent the diversity of American literary culture.

Submissions

There are no application forms, fees, or any other restrictions for submissions, nominations, or recommendations to the panel. The book is what matters, not the procedure. The only requirement is that two copies of the book must be mailed to the Before Columbus Foundation by December 31st for consideration for the following year’s Awards. Anyone may make a submission (it does not have to be the publisher). There is no limit on the number of titles that may be submitted. All genres are accepted (including anthologies, children’s books, and multimedia). You may include reviews, publicity, or other informational material with your submission if you wish.

American Book Awards
Before Columbus Foundation 

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(510) 268-9775
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For more information visit – http://www.beforecolumbusfoundation.com/american-book-awards/

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Holiday Books & Giveaway

You might hav02e noticed these past few days that the books are all about the holidays or takes place during the holidays.  That is because I am featuring this type of book during the holidays (up to January 6).

If you comment on each blog, I will enter your name into a drawing for a $25 Amazon Gift Card.  You will get one entry per day/blog, so comment each day and you will get multiple entries.  You can go back to November 29 (beginning of the Holiday Blog Series) to comment for entry participation.

Two drawings will take place one on December 18 and one on January 7. (**Those who have already commented on the past Holiday blogs will be entered into the drawing**)

Also, you may get a Bonus at the end of a blog or two.  But, in order to know if there is a “Bonus” you must visit this blog site every day and read the blogs to get the “Bonus.”

I also encourage you to take a moment or two to check out the author of the day blog site or website.

If you look at the books on the purchase pages, even if you do not purchase, read the reviews and mark “YES” if they were helpful.  This helps to push the book up in the ranks on Amazon.

Happy Holidays and May You take some Time for Yourself to Relax!

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Play the ball where the Monkey drops it

Back in the Spring I was talking with a Psychologist about life in general.  They mentioned that one of their clients described their own life like this.

**Client Speaking–not exact words**

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In my country there is a golf course that was built along the edge of the woods where the monkeys live.

When people would hit the ball down the fairway a monkey would go get the ball and move it.

Over time the golfers got tired of the monkeys and asked that they be removed.  The monkeys were rounded up and taken elsewhere.

For a while all was happy at the golf course, then the monkeys returned.

Since it did not work to remove the monkeys, the golf course staff built a tall fence at the edge of the woods.

That worked for a day or so, then the monkeys realized they could climb over the fence.  And once again started moving the balls on the golf course.

People grumbled so much that nothing was working to keep the monkeys away.

four-seasons-golf-courseSo, the golf course staff put up a sign that read “Play the Ball Where the Monkey Drops It.”

**End of Client story**

Life is like that.

Ever changing throughout the day.

Sometimes everything goes smoothly and other times we change our plans.

Sometimes we work so hard to do something to find that the end result wasn’t what we wanted and that we had wasted a lot of energy in the first place.

Therefore, we should take time to step back from our troubles and see if they are something we can change or something we roll with the punches/play the ball where the monkey drops it.

 

 

Note – photographs were taken from Google Images.

 

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