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Who built the dollhouse?

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Today I'm delighted to welcome Jordan Elizabeth to my blog. She's the author of Clockwork Dollhouse (see my review here), and, since she and I both enjoy fantasy novels, I thought I'd offer her a warm drink on this cold morning and find out what else we might have in common. Please pour yourself a drink and join us:

First of all, who is in the picture?

The man in it is Aaron, the illustrator for FANYA IN THE UNDERWORLD


And the woman is presumably you. What sort of book do you most like to read, Jordan? 

I love fantasy books. I just get sucked right into the new worlds.  I also enjoy historical fiction and anything young adult.

What sort do you most like to write, and if the two answers are different, why might that be?

I've tried to write something that wasn't fantasy, and magic worked its way in anyway. I'm still trying to branch out and try different things.

I know what you mean. Sometimes stories demand to exist just the way they choose, whatever the writer was p…

What happened in Alexandria 272 AD?

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Today I'm delighted to welcome Richard Hacker--author of the fantasy historical novel, Die Back--to my blog. He's going to take us Behind the Curtain... to Alexandria 272 AD, and I'm eager to see what we'll find... But first, let me introduce him:


Richard Hacker is a longtime resident of Austin, Texas who now writes and lives in Seattle. (Hurray for the Pacific Northwest!)

His writing has been recognized by the Writer’s League of Texas and the Pacific Northwest Writers Association. In addition to his writing, he provides editing services to other writers and is the editor of an online science fiction and fantasy journal, Del Sol Review. His three published humorous crime novels ride the sometimes thin line between fact and fiction in Texas. DIE BACK, his first fantasy thriller novel, has been published by Del Sol Press.

When not writing he’s singing in a vocal jazz ensemble, cooking with a sous vide and a blow torch, or exploring the Pacific Northwest with his wife and …

How do you relax with a book?

Things have been so hectic around here. Reading is what I do while the microwave turns (walking from room to room with a well-lit tablet screen). I read while I wait for the computer to boot, for the washing to take that final spin, the onions to soften in the pan. Sometimes paper, sometimes electronic... what matters is the words, the story, the characters, the voice. Thinking about it, what matters when I want to relax is a voice that will help me relax; a voice that, even when it's telling of the power going out and raging hotel customers, or love going wrong, or murder and mayhem and more... that even then gives me the sense that all will yet be well, and I should just read on. So what do I read when I need to relax? I read a book with a voice that soothes, that makes me believe my problems too will pass. And I drink coffee.

Fill your mug with your favorite brew and see what you think of the following... They're not all outwardly relaxing, but inside, behind the mug of coc…

Is it time to read?

Time to read, time to write, time to dream... I have friends whose Nanowrimo dreams are rapidly nearing completion, and others who, like me, didn't even dream of writing a novel this month... This month being November, Thanksgiving, the leadup to Christmas and more, I didn't feel like I'd ever find time, and I was right. But I did read some, and even wrote book reviews; I just didn't post them. So now, quickly, before I get busy with assigning ISBNs and uploading my own books, here are some of the things I've read for relaxation recently:

Find some coffee. Relax with me.

Children's books that I've enjoyed recently include:

The Secret of Big A by Ofra Peled is the first in a series of alphabet books. It's like a cross between a picture book and a chapter book, with enough text to read like a real story, and bright but old-fashioned color images. The question of what the letter A, and little a, might look like is fun, and the the other books promise intere…

Buried letters, buried bombshells perhaps?

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Today I'm delighted to welcome Jack Woodville London to my blog. He's touring the internet with his novel, French Letters: Children of a Good War, and the title intrigued me enough to encourage a "yes" when asked if he could drop in here. I hope you'll agree.

So, find some good coffee, and maybe a gluten free snack, then sit and enjoy our conversation:




So, first of all, I'd like to know where you're from (my accent gives you an unfair advantage otherwise)?I grew up in Groom, Texas, a town near Amarillo.I live in Austin with my wife, Alice, and Junebug the writing cat. Ah, a cat. And a writing cat too. So, did you and/or your cat always want to be a writer?I wanted to race sports cars until I was about 14, then wanted to be a basketball player. Then I wanted to be a history professor.I always wanted to be a writer.
Always? That's the same answer I'd give. So what first inspired you to write seriously?8th grade.I was enrolled in a ‘Ready Writing’ c…

Lace, the Asylum, and Pets...?

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Love Under Fire comes out today, and every sale helps a veteran get a pet! How can you resist - lots of great reads, lots of great people, and lots of great pets.

Of course, looking at the graphic, I find myself trying to figure out which authors I've already read, but I'm looking forward to all the tales. I know they'll be good because I've already enjoyed two of them:

Virtually Lace by Uvi Poznansky Michael has been working on a virtual reality model in his garage. The military might be interested of course, but Michael’s interest lies more in the question of beauty—“Could beauty be taken apart… Would its data be synthesized, somehow, into a lifelike experience?” And how many different angles and points of view would one need to create that simulation? Then he sees real beauty and ugliness, life and death alongside the Pacific Coast Highway.
The police are investigating of course, but the tale is told from Michael’s point of view, with beautiful scenery, complex myste…

Winter is Coming?

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It's cold outside. I love the blue skies, gold sunshine, and red leaves of fall. But I'm not so sure about the ice-cold mornings, tomato plants frost-bit (I bought in the last of the green...), and the "snow" of falling shapes across the window-pane. I need to rake them into piles or else they'll block the drains (and after last year's flood, I've no desire to see any drains start blocking). I need to wear an extra sweater. I need to drink hot cocoa... Okay, now that's a serious advantage of winter's approach; I do like hot cocoa.

Anyway, the sky's blue, the sunshine's gold, the leaves are red, and everywhere is cold. But what's life at the beach like when winter winds come in?
I was given a copy of Sheila Roberts' "Winter at the Beach" to read, and it certainly got me into the mood for Christmas, family warmth, and cold winds of adversity turned around to peace. Here's my review:
Winter at the Beach by Sheila Roberts C…