Okay, so I know my blog has gotten very “book” oriented of late, and some of that is just book release fever, I promise! (What you didn’t know I released a novel yesterday? Well, allow me to link you up: book tour | paperback | eBook).
But part of it, and the part I’m about to get to, is that I love to read. I love books. And I’ve realized that no blog of mine is complete without at least a small book section.
So with that in mind, I’m going to post occasional reviews, interviews, and/or author spotlights, but only of books that I have really enjoyed, and thus think that you all might enjoy as well. Specifically, most of the books I’ll be featuring will be from indie authors, although I won’t be leaving out any of my traditionally published friends whose work I enjoy either.
In that vein, I wanted to make you all aware of the Blogger Book Fair coming to Wayfaring Artist over the next 4 days. (Yes, I’m going to post 4 days in a row. Actually if you count this post, and yesterdays launch party post, I’m posting 6 days in a row. Sit down if you need to).
In this blogger book fair, each blog functions as a “booth” with books, giveaways, and freebies. I’m hosting a giveaway for Flight of Blueas well as hosting three other authors on my site who I think you all are going to enjoy meeting.
The spell of the Lucky 7 Meme has been cast upon me by Becca J. Campbell and Lisa Voisin, both lovely ladies and talented writers. And when double-spelled like that, I find myself compelled to comply 😉
Here are the rules:
Lucky 7 Meme Rules:
1. Go to page 77 of your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Copy the next 7 lines (sentences or paragraphs) and post them as they’re written. No cheating!
4. Tag 7 other writers and pass the meme on.
Here’s the rub for me… I currently have 2 WIP and as I’m not ready to reveal details about the sequel toFlight of Blue at the moment, I’m going to post lines from the formatted version of Flight of Blue.
I think it’s funny what random lines are found using this method, but here goes 😉
No one spoke until the older Opossums had carefully slid down the ladder, and then Ernest turned to the group. “We’d like to treat Reginald now, if you could just let him down.”
“Of course.” They lowered the injured Opossum to the ground and the older Opossums gathered around.
Ah, so this was the medical team then, Kai observed. The older ones were the doctors and the younger ones were their assistants or students. They leaned in and started feeling and examining Reginald’s injured leg and hip, while Ernest climbed the nearest ladder and again headed back towards what looked like the core of the Opossum Municipality.
This time Ernest returned with a single middle-aged looking Opossum (though Kai wasn’t quite sure how he was mentally assigning ages to talking animals that he’d known about for less than twenty-four hours).
This new Opossum moved somewhat slowly, but more with a regal, look-at-me walk, as if he had something to show off, but he was hoping you’d just notice it yourself and compliment him on it if he just walked slowly enough for you to see.
All at once, Kai noticed something weird. All of the Opossums, with the exception of Reginald, were wearing clothes. It had never seemed odd to him that Reginald didn’t wear any clothes, after all, have you ever seen a Opossum with clothes on? Right, didn’t think so. But now that all the other Opossums were wearing clothes it suddenly seemed indecent to be seeing Reginald there clad only in his fur. Kai cleared his throat uncomfortably and turned away from where the medical team was hard at work on Reginald.
The letter “E” sneaks up on thee… from all sorts of places…
Do you see it?
Also, “E” is for Ellie Lambert… don’t miss my interview with her over on my author site! Here’s the beginning:
I sat down with Ellie the other day now that some of the excitement and chaos of the events recorded in Flight of Blue have settled down just a bit for her and her friends.
Kai’s Aunt Ginger dropped her off at a favorite local hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. She showed up in a emerald green t-shirt, jeans with a big hole in one knee, and black flip-flops. Her toe-nail polish matched her t-shirt, and her curly hair was giving her ponytail holder a hard time.
We sat down with our drinks, I with my black coffee, she with an iced dirty chai latte. I noticed her choice of drink and scrapping my carefully crafted questions for a moment, asked her about it.
Me: So I noticed you got a dirty chai latte. I didn’t think you were the type.
(She deadpanned me at this point)
Ellie: It’s just a shot of espresso in a normal chai latte.
(I cleared my throat, and dug around in my bag for a moment looking for the pen that I’d already put on the table).
Ellie: Are you looking for this?
(Hands me my pen).
Me: Oh, er, thanks! Okay, let’s get started. So, Ellie, tell me, who is the most important person in your life?