OSCAR WILDE – MY HERO

Few parents nowadays pay any regard to what their children say to them. The old fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.  (very true of today).

There is always something about an heir to a crown unwholesome to his father.

While in London one hides everything, in Paris one reveals everything.

California is an Italy without its art.

San Francisco has the most lovely surroundings of any city except Naples.

 

Have a Wilde weekend!

Linda

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Who Makes the Rules and a Cover Reveal!

Coming in September! Book 10 for me!

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Who Makes the Rules about Writing?

I tutor students in language arts and writing. One student and I Skype since she is homeschooled. The family moves because of her father’s job, but the kid and I stay together through the internet. I learn almost as much as we work as she does. Despite my English major and 15 years of teaching in classrooms, I still learn new things. Sometimes her observations make me want to crawl through the internet connection and hug her. Since she is a teenager she and I have different frames of reference and appreciate different writers and their work, but she points out an essay or other work that speaks to her. Her-dad-the-doctor thinks she will be a doctor. I think he is wrong.

Today she made a list of her favorite authors and works for American Literature. Why would I want to share that list with writers? We shall see.

Patrick Henry, “Speech to the Virginia Convention.”

Benjamin Franklin, Parts of his autobiography

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “A Psalm of Life”

James Russell Lowell, “The first Snowfall”

Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Self-Reliance”

Emily Dickinson, “Much Madness is Divinest Sense”

Edwin Arlington Robinson “Richard Cory”

The Open Boat by Stephen Crane (I wanted to go ahead and skim to the end. She didn’t.)

And she is loving My Antionia by Willa Cather so much that she immerses herself in the descriptions and has to mull over parts of the book, reading them over and over again before she can go forward. She prefers nonfiction to fiction or so she thinks.

Each of these works is different and uses the very structures we are advised to avoid.

Today we read about E B White. Have you used The Elements of Style? I used that book by William Strunk, Jr (originally written 1918 and updated by E.B. White and others) when I was in college and with my students after 1964. I had forgotten that he wrote children’s books and that he had updated that popular reference book. I know! How could I? Reading “The Duty of Writers” resonated with me and with the teen. He tells writers to write about their passions and in the genre that fits their talents. That can include style.

I have seen program and workshop presenters who make writing feel like following formulas. If they don’t like “as” you can’t use it. If they write lean you can’t use “that”, or dialogue attributions, or prepositional phrases, or adverbs, or… After all, if you use the right verb you won’t need an adverb. What? I have seen students head for the online thesaurus for a word to avoid echo words or to avoid using adjectives or adverbs or other parts of speech or structures. The results are often awkward and lack impact

For writers there are rules and there are “rules”.

Do I hear a “DUH”! Or do I hear a “Huh”? I should. Some writers give us “rules” that are in the old grammar books and in newer style books. Most of the rules match. While a few seem to have been changed or modified, most remain the same old ones I learned in the fifties and sixties. Some “rules” are style preferences and do not make writing stronger, more emotional, or clearer. Nor do they create stronger impact. Some “lean” writers would have us remove the very structures and word choices that make our voices individual. Does this mean then should we replace every as? NO! Does that mean we don’t need to consider our “as clauses”? NO. Does this mean we can’t use passive voice, or adverbs, or prepositional phrases? Absolutely not! Are there times when we should read through our drafts and delete or replace some of our “go to” structures or words? Indeed, it does!

Bio:

Mary Marvella has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember. The arrival of the book mobile was as exciting as hearing the music of the ice cream truck. Retired from teaching classic works of the masters, Mary plays let’s pretend with her characters. She presents editing workshops, edits, coaches writers, and tutors one-on-one

Mary has published novels, novellas, and short stories.  Her genres include paranormal romance, romantic suspense, women’s fiction, and sweet romance.
Georgia raised, she writes stories with a Southern flair.

Since I discovered that many of the authors whose work I edit made the same mistakes over and over again I wrote a little book. Weeding the Garden of Your Manuscript:What Editors Wish You Knew

https://www.amazon.com/Weeding-Garden-Your-Manuscript-Marvella-ebook

 

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Volunteering Ideas- An 8 Part Summer Series (Part Seven)

Did you know that one of the main benefits of volunteering is to make YOU happier?
This summer, I’m highlighting some ways you can volunteer in your community.

Become a good neighbor.
If your neighborhood has a beautification project, join in. Or assist with a community watch program. In any event, taking time to get to know your neighbors will pay off in many ways, plus you’ll meet new friends!

Do you have a beautification project in your neighborhood? If not, start one today. Please leave your comments below.

Seeking Fortune, my full-length Christian romance featuring a Gypsy Fortune-teller heroine, is a must-read! Consider adding it to your summer reading list today!

Are her superstitions working their magic…or is God sending a message?

From USA Today bestselling author Josie Riviera comes the second heart-warming novel in the Romany Gypsy Seeking Series.

A Golden Pen Winner, Seeking Fortune also received over 6000 nominations on Kindle scout.

Losing his wife and daughter to influenza shook James Colchester’s faith in God. As another epidemic threatens, he’s torn between what’s best for his fragile son: fleeing to his Welsh homeland, or staying put. In a moment of weakness, the black-haired, green-eyed Gypsy’s delicate touch on his palm quells his fear…and her beauty ignites a warmth he hasn’t felt in years.

Desperate to return to her people, Valentina goes against every lesson her mother taught her to soothe the Englishman into a false sense of security. But as James’s quiet faith sparks a hunger to know it for herself, she realizes she’s made an unforgivable mistake. One that could rob James of his most precious gift—and destroy their chance for lifelong love.

There are lies more believable than truth.

Seeking Fortune is available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook. Snag your copy today!

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Wilde wisdom

One’s style is one’s signature always.

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Welcome, Linda O’Connor,

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I asked Linda to share some personal information with our readers. I asked what she wouldn’t eat no matter what! Here are her answers.

Wouldn’t Touch That with a Ten-foot Pole!

I eat a wide variety of foods and don’t consider myself a picky eater, but there are a few things I won’t go near. Blame it on the medical degree. ;D (I didn’t know you were a doc!) Should we call you doctor Linda?

  1. Raw eggs – Salmonella, anyone? (I’ll pass, too!)
  2. Unpasteurized milk – The risk of getting tuberculosis is low, but it’s not zero. I also look for pasteurized honey – it has fewer (if any) anti-oxidants, I know, but there’s also no risk of Clostridium botulinum. (That sounds nasty!)
  3. Undercooked hamburger – All that surface area for E. coli to grow. No thanks. (I just don’t like pink on my meat!)
  4. Bean sprouts – Too many cases of Salmonella and E. coli food poisoning. (too weird and tastes like dirt)
  5. Okra – No health risk with this one. I just don’t like it. (Hmmm I like to cook it with beans.)

Tell us about your book, please!

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Behind the Bench (In the Game Hockey Romance, Book 2)

Dr. Danni Angelo is the team physician for the Clarington Quakes hockey team. She’s worked hard to earn the players’ respect, but the new coach, Trey Mason, is stirring things up, and Danni’s worried her job may be in jeopardy.

Trey finds Danni…distracting. Beauty, brains, and sexy moves on the ice have him uncomfortably attracted. He’s the new guy on the block. He has a reputation to build and a standard to set. The last thing he needs is a complication.

When the team spirals out of control and Danni and Trey get caught up in a drug scandal, things heat up on and off the ice. It’s a whole new game plan…Behind the Bench.

Buy Links: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FTWRR9N

Who is Linda O’Connor?

Award-winning author Linda O’Connor started writing romantic comedies a few years ago when she needed a creative outlet other than subtly rearranging the displays at the local home décor store. When not writing, she’s a physician at an Urgent Care Clinic (well, even when she is writing she’s a physician, and it shows up in her stories 😀 ). Her favourite prescription to write?

Laugh every day. Love every minute.

Places to contact Linda or learn about her:

Website:  https://LindaOConnorAuthor.wordpress.com/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/LindaOConnorAuthor

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/LindaOConnor98

Amazon Author Page:  http://www.amazon.com/Linda-OConnor/e/B00S7CNLEA

 

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Volunteering Ideas- An 8 Part Summer Series (Part Six)

Did you know that one of the main benefits of volunteering is to make YOU happier?
This summer, I’m highlighting some ways you can volunteer in your community.

Week Six:

Organize a food co-op.
Searching for a way to purchase fresh farm foods at a discount? Not only will a co-op save you money, they also rely on volunteers to transport and deliver the foods from the farmer to you and your neighbor’s door.

Do you have a food co-op near you? Do you participate? Please leave your comments below.

Can’t make it to Europe this summer? Take an armchair travel trip to beautiful Ireland and read Oh Danny Boy, my Irish sweet contemporary romance.

With 50 Five Star Reviews, snag your copy today!

This pot of gold could hold more than they bargained for…

Grand. Just grand. Clara Donovan’s failure to keep her brother from going off the rails—again—is a public spectacle. Including a handsome stranger who puts down his guitar case to help her talk Seamus down from Farthing’s tallest bridge.

Everything about Danny Brady reminds Clara how many times she swore she’ll never again be that pathetic, weak woman who got taken in by a good-looking man. Especially when, the next day, she walks into a new coffee shop in her little Irish town and discovers Danny’s secret.

Danny didn’t lie—technically—about his coffee shop chain. He’s just tired of women going after him for his wealth. Clara is a graceful, fiercely loyal, non-Irish Irish damsel in distress, a combination that tugs at his heart. A heart that’s spent its share of time in pieces.

Danny has never hesitated to go after what he wants, but melting Clara’s defenses will take more than hot tea and charm. He’ll have to prove he’s made of stronger stuff—even when her past threatens to tear her carefully reconstructed world to shreds.

Oh Danny Boy is available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook. (Narrated by the wonderful Jodie Kearns in Dublin!)
Snag your copy today!

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I’m Chatting! August 13 – Night Owl Reviews!

Night Owl Reviews has me scheduled August 13 from 8:00 PM EST for an hour chat.

Night Owl Reviews

(https://www.nightowlreviews.com/v5/Chats)

I’d love some company and there will be prizes!!

Visit the two other authors while you’re there:  Juliette Cross, Rayanne Hayes

 

 

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Sapphire Is My Gimmick and My Little Pal!

In Gypsy, an old movie with Natalie Wood, an old stripper tells the new stripper that every act needs a gimmick. As writers we promote the hell out of our books on Facebook, only to see too few reactions. My former students don’t like to comment on my books, but they will comment on photos. I suspect they don’t see the covers and links! (a subject for a later rant)

When I was planning my trip to Denver I knew I needed a gimmick for photos for Instagram and Facebook! Here is my new gimmick AKA Sapphire!

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At a Death by Chocolate Party at RWA National we were both like kids!  We couldn’t clean our plate, though we wanted to!

I don’t love photos of myself, so I took more of Sapphire!

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My pal had never been to Applebees! She’s studying the menu.

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She loves hiding!

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SAPPHIRE loves to meet my friends!
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Volunteering Ideas- An 8 Part Summer Series (Part Five)

Did you know that one of the main benefits of volunteering is to make YOU happier?
This summer, for the next few weeks, I’ll be highlighting some ways you can volunteer in your community.

Week Five:

Volunteer at your local hospital.
Besides giving back vital support, you’ll have an opportunity to offer comfort and accessibility to families, patients, and guests.

Do you have a hospital near you? Have you ever volunteered?
Please leave your comments below.

If you watch home improvement and fixer-uppers on television, then you’ll love my sweet romance, 1-800-CUPID.

A house flipper looking for quick profit. A survivor with a dream. Can two broken hearts find a place to call home?

Prepare for romance and fun with the first book in a brand new home-flipping series brought to you by USA Today bestselling author Josie Riviera

When a Miami investor calls in search of prime property flip prospects, North Carolina real estate broker Candee Contando expects to meet a balding, steely-eyed land shark. Turns out the first customer she’s had in months is a hot prospect in more ways than one.

Except his gaze has fallen on her dream house, a dilapidated Victorian she just bid her last penny on in hopes of creating a safe place for disadvantaged children—like the girl she used to be.

Teddy Winchester is adept at negotiating life’s curves, but Candee’s curves stop him in his tracks. She’s a warm spark in the emptiness he’s felt since his brother died, leaving him with a beloved nephew to raise.

Attraction glows in Candee’s eyes as well, but there’s also wistfulness as she points out all the reasons an old, tumbledown Victorian doesn’t fit into his tried-and-true house-flipping plan. Yet the more he looks at the house—and at her—he begins to think some things are worth the risk.

Now if only he can convince her that building a new life often starts with tearing down some walls…

When the heart flips, there’s no telling where the walls will fall.

1-800-CUPID is available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook. Snag your copy today!

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The Arawak Indians and The Summoning – Fantasy Romance

The Arawaks are indigenous peoples of South America and the Caribbean. At various times, the term Arawak has been used for the Lokono of South America and the Taino of the Caribbean, all of whom spoke related Arawakan languages.

In the Summoning, protected and guided by Eyrael, the God of Wind and Sea, the Arawak tribe treks from South America to Jamaica,. This amazing feat actually occurred 2,500 years ago, and the Arawaks are credited with being the initial inhabitants, naming Jamaica ‘the land of wood and water’ – Xaymaca.

Michael Heckenberger, an anthropologist at the University of Florida who helped found the Central Amazon Project, and his team found elaborate pottery, ringed villages, raised fields, large mounds, and evidence for regional trade networks that are all indicators of a complex culture. There is also evidence that they modified the soil using various techniques such as deliberate burning of vegetation to transform it into black earth, which even today is famed for its agricultural productivity.

They grew cassava, sweet potatoes, maize (corn), fruits, vegetables, cotton and tobacco. Tobacco was grown on a large scale as smoking was their most popular pastime. They built their villages all over the island but most of them settled on the coasts and near rivers as they fished to get food. Fish was also a major part of their diet.

By nature, the Arawaks were a mild and simple people. Physically, they were light brown in color, short and well-shaped with coarse, black hair. Their faces were broad and their noses flat.

The Arawaks led quiet and peaceful lives until they were destroyed by the Spaniards some years after Christopher Columbus discovered the island in 1494.

In The Summoning, an obscure branch of the Arawaks worship the hero Eyrael one of their spirit gods.  He is the God of Wind and Sea. Of course, the book is fiction.

Blurb:

Heather Morique is a witch. The problem is she doesn’t know it. Her husband Jahill was a refugee from an obscure branch of the Arawak Indians. After his death, mysterious whispers lure her to his homeland of Jamaica. Soon, she finds herself in a web of secrets, lies and illusions.

Jahill’s people worship Eyrael, the God of Wind and Sea, and his brother Sofiel, the God of Fire and Earth. The new Shaman has pitted brother against brother, and these two powerful spirits from an alternate universe fight to become the tribe’s ruling deity. Will light or darkness reign?

When Heather unwittingly summons Eyrael, these two unlikely soul mates face a dangerous fate.  The chemistry between them is more disturbing than the long-buried secrets.

Excerpt: (The Scene is a remote beach in Jamaica. The heroine is drowning)

The sea played with his shoulders and his hair. Eryael smiled his Pleasure.

A scream gurgled in the waves ahead. A head split the churning ocean. One of the People. I must rescue. He shook the mane of hair back from his face and considered that, perhaps, he had too much hair. The tiny being reappeared frantically battling itself, spouting water from its mouth. Its cries stabbed him like splinters of darkness, and the pain, as much as any sense of duty, tugged him toward the drowning creature.

“Eyrael!” His name split the night sky, reverberating off the pinpoint stars.

He hated the mortal engaged in a hopeless skirmish with the water. Eyrael was irritated that its despair had somehow torn the curtain between the worlds and brought him over merely to sustain its brief flicker of life.

Silence. She no longer cried. Facedown, the waves washed a slender body toward the shore. A thrill shivered over his entire body. A woman, giver of the utmost Pleasure.

On the beach, dark shapes formed a half-circle around a blazing beacon fire. As one, they dropped to their knees and bent from the waist, their foreheads on the sand. A lone figure remained standing. The primal rainbow of feathers in the Shaman’s headdress danced in the wind of Eryael’s passage. Taino, young and virile, wiseman, witch doctor, a powerful magic user. The Indian sorcerer pinned Eyrael with eyes cold and hard as onyx.

Ah, the woman is a sacrifice. But not to me.

Long had Eryael known this Shaman preferred Sofiel, revering him as God of Fire and Earth. Taino thought to command Eyrael’s dark brother. A generation of the People had grown to manhood while the silence lasted between the spirits and the tribe. The witch doctor had summoned Sofiel, yet Eyrael had been pulled across. How could this be?

Still, he was in the land of the People. Perhaps, there was Pleasure to be had. At the very least, he could enjoy sight in the mortal sense. Sight brought with it emotion. Ah, emotion! Fierce and passionate. Sex with emotion was bliss. Heat throbbed in his loins. An image of a woman writhing beneath him intensified his arousal. The memory lengthened and hardened his shaft.

The drowning woman bobbed on a wave. “Eyrael,” she prayed. “I see you now. I’m coming.

An invisible cord drew him closer to the sacrifice.

Eyrael. The woman not the Shaman had Summoned him. Indeed, she must be a powerful witch. He would rescue the sacrifice and foil the Shaman’s plans. Delighted, he laughed, the sound startling him. He had forgotten how mirth rumbled from human throats, but laughter like sight was Pleasure.

He lifted on the waves, flowing to the witch. She was still, appeared lifeless but he sensed her essence had not yet departed. He scooped her from the ocean into his arms. Her head drooped over the crook of his elbow, her long, rough gown molding an exquisite body. Golden hair clung to a pale but beautiful face. Eyrael bent and kissed her mouth. At the touch of flesh on flesh, his need intensified to near pain. Such exquisite torture! He opened his mouth over her blue lips, tracing the lower one with his tongue. Fierce emotions and that wonder passion sizzled in him. She sputtered, making a weak sound. He must revive the woman, carry her to the beach and take her hard and fast, the Shaman and his flock watching him not Sofiel enjoy the sacrifice.

He drew back, willing the pretty witch to live. Her eyelids flickered. She choked, another harsh cough wracking her fragile body. Large eyes of a beautiful blue fluttered open, widening. A lightning-like thrill zinged through Eyrael. Blue eyes were his favorite. Maybe he’d have blue eyes this visit. Spellbound, he bent to kiss her again. The woman screamed, struggling in his embrace. Her sharp cry hurt his ears.

His arms tightened, cradling her to his chest. She was soft, her flesh yielding, and the feel of her breast against him exciting. “Do not struggle. You are too weak.”

What did he look like to this creature? Hair the color of sea foam flowed over his shoulders. His eyes held all the shades of rainbows in glass. The People never feared him, but this golden-haired witch trembled in terror when she should be grateful. If he didn’t yearn to discover how she’d Summoned him, he’d allow his ocean to claim her. The drums throbbed, low and angry. The Shaman’s resentment and frustration blew bitter on the wind. Dark emotions haunted the moonlit beach where the People paid homage to the wrong god. Soon, Taino would understand he could not command a spirit.

Later in the first Chapter, Eyrael transforms into a winged black stallion.  A new friend Kayelle Allen, also an author, created this image for me.

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Happy Saturday Eve, Ya’ll!

Linda

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