Sunday, November 23, 2014

Great Time at Weihnachtsmarkt 2014

I had a wonderful time at Weihnachtsmarkt 2014!! I meet a lot of people and made some new friends. Thank you to everyone who stopped by to see me!!!

Friday, November 21, 2014

Five Thoughts for Friday and the Holidays

Thought 1
I can't believe how fast this year has gone by. Even my students have commented on how fast this school year is going. I don't think it's because the days are actually speeding by, but because we are all so, work, extracurricular activities, various obligations, friends, social time, holidays, etc. It is not just the adults. The kids are busy with all of this too.

Thought 2
In a couple of hours, I will be at the Weihnachtsmarkt 2014 (German Christmas market) in New Braunfels. I will have copies of all my books, including the new one, The Monster's Scribbler. If you're in the area, come by and do some of your Christmas shopping.

Thought 3
The holidays are officially here. Yeah, I know. Next week is Thanksgiving, but for me the holiday season officially started a few weeks ago when the Christmas tree tent went up. One morning, the travel trailer was there and then the next, the tent was up.

Thought 4
I'm like my students right now. I'm ready for the Thanksgiving holiday to start. Not only am I ready for the break from the school routine, but I have a crowd coming for Thanksgiving that I have to get ready for, and I'm ready for a little time free from school paperwork to start writing the new book, which leads me into...

Thought 5
The outline for the 3rd book in the Children of Atlantis series is ready written. I'm going to make a few tweaks to it as I type it (yes, it's handwritten on sticky notes). I'm excited!!!

Monday, November 3, 2014

Book Signing at Weihnachtsmarkt 2014 in New Braunfels, Texas

A Christmas Market and Book Fair 

November 21-22-23, 2014
New Braunfels Civic / Convention Center
Castell Ave.
New Braunfels, Texas

I will be a part of the Meet the Author Book Fair.

I will be there:
  • Friday, November 21  
    • 10:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m.  and
    • 1:30 p.m. to 5:00 p.m.
  • Saturday, November 22
    • 10:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. and 
    • 1:30 p.m. to 5:00 p.m.
 I will have signed copies of my books for sale, including my newest book, The Monster's Scribbler.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Tuesday Quote

'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
                --William Shakespeare

Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Monster's Scribbler: Excerpt 2

The Monster's Scribbler
Wisteria Mountain High, Book 1

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“Did the cat get your tongue? Or was it the Boogieman?” Jayla and her small group of cheerleaders laughed.
“The Boogieman doesn’t take children’s tongues. He prefers to scare you, so he can feed on your fear.” Phoebe put her hands on her hips. Jayla’s crap was old and Phoebe was so sick of it and the other stuff she had put up with lately. “Now, the Boogiewoman, that’s a different story. She just absolutely loves the tongues of mean bullies.”
“Boogiewoman?” asked one of the cheerleaders with Jayla.
“Phoebe, let’s go.” Madison tugged on Phoebe’s sleeve.
“You can’t leave. Phoebe was just telling me about the Boogiewoman, and I just have to hear more. This story is so entertaining.” Jayla laughed.
“Phoebe?” Madison’s voice no more than a squeak.
“Madison, I have to stand up to her. I can’t run away. Not anymore.” Phoebe swallowed but the lump of fear stayed firmly stuck in place. Even though she was afraid, she knew she had to stand up. She had done it once before. How was this any different?

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Tuesday Quote

Ghosts, like ladies, never speak till spoke to.
---Richard Harris Barham

Sunday, October 5, 2014

from The Monster's Scribbler

Excerpt from The Monster's Scribbler

Something heavy slammed into Phoebe, knocking her free of the grip.

“No!” Becka’s scream echoed through the pavilion. “The story isn’t worth it. I don’t want it. I want this nightmare to end.”

The lake churned and bubbled ferociously like boiling water.

Terrified Phoebe stared. She knew she should run, but her legs weren’t getting the message her brain was sending.

Out of the depths of the lake, rose the monster that had injured Phoebe’s shoulder and plagued her dreams. It did not glide smoothly out of the murky depths. It dug and clawed its way through the water like a vampire or a zombie digging its way out of a dirt-filled grave. The flesh clinging to the bony limbs stretched under the weight of the waters, making the putrid flesh ooze and drip even more than it did in Phoebe’s nightmares. New exposed white bones glowed in the moonlight. The tattered remains of clothes barely hung on the gaunt frame approaching the shore.

Phoebe could not do anything but stare at it.

The monster stepped into the soft twinkling light of the pavilion. Its face was little more than a skull with patches of rotting flesh clinging to it. The eyes—the eyes were not there. Two large dark holes marked the spot, but deep in their depths, small, blood red embers glowed.

Phoebe tried screaming but nothing came out of her mouth. Wide-eyed and shaking, her legs started working and she backed away from the monster-filled pavilion.

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