The sequel to Detours in Time, just .99 through 7/14! #RRBC

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If you read and loved Detours in Time, you’ll love to see what’s next for Tabitha and Milt in Undercurrents in Time!  Get it this week on a Kindle Countdown deal in the U.S. and U.K., and you’ll pay just .99 for the Kindle version, a full-length book (Or the equivalent in the U.K.)

Why you should read Undercurrents in Time, from one of the most recent reviews:

“A slow, but character driven start changes into a faster-paced thriller as we follow Tabitha’s adventures in the future where she encounters a cluster of interesting characters and even the enemy Milt had been preparing for himself.
Overall, Undercurrents of Time was a good mix of sci-fi, thriller and character focus, and it looks like there may be a sequel too.”

Undercurrents in Time also ties up some loose ends for the main characters, such as the dangerous enemy they’ve both never yet met, while diving into their pyschology a little bit more.  Read it and see what happens!

Get your copy and start reading it today:

U.S. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DCCQS3N

U.K. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07DCCQS3N

If you haven’t started the series yet, go here: Detours in Time Book Series

Author Interview #indieauthor #events

Today, I’m doing a live Blog Talk Radio show! As a member of the Rave Reviews Book Club, I have been asked to do a Blog Talk interview about my book, Detours in Time. Please tune in! The interview will happen around noon today, EST, but you can also listen in after the fact; it will be accessible for a few weeks.

However, if you are able to listen in live, you can tweet questions about my book or about my writing journey or process to #RRBCSpotlightHonors

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/ravereviewsbookclub/2019/02/21/rrbc-rave-waves-blogtalkradio-spotlight-honors-with-pamela-canepa

Tabitha’s Character Zodiac, a Detours in Time character study

Tabitha Hansen of Detours in Time.  Photo via Pixabay.com.

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This is a source idea I read about online somewhere for NANOWRIMO inspiration as I wrote the second of my books starring Tabitha, a character in the time travel series, Detours in Time.  Tabitha, a.k.a Pinky, is in her early thirties.  In book two, she no longer answers to the moniker Pinky.  She says it’s too childish.  Her hair: not exactly blonde, not exactly dark.  Some call it dirty blonde, while others call it “touched with honey.”  Her body stature: small. She is a picky eater.  Height: 5’6.  She is built like a dancer.  Eyes:  hazel, sometimes brownish.  Maybe amber.  I don’t know; I’m going on the word of her best friend and partner, Milt.  Let’s be glad he remembered her birthday (3/28/1967).  Skin: beautiful.  Tans easily, with dark eyebrows.  Reminds me a little of the movie star, Ashley Judd, in her thirties.  Just lovely.  Long, skinny fingers on her hands, and toes to match.  Long, thin arms.  Loves to dance.  She actually went to dance school for a while, but also loves art.  She draws, paints, dreams.

She’s a student when she meets Milt, but after graduating, she works in an art gallery because it brings more money than trying to sell her own art.  She is prone to moodiness and flights of fancy, yet, set in her ways.  Her parents are deceased, and she has one brother, two years younger, who is a little, let’s just say, wayward.  Has his own issues and struggles.  Family is so important to her, and she is also a loyal friend.  Just don’t get on her bad side.   While she loved the Flashdance fashions from the eighties, her go-to wardrobe in the nineties consists of jeans, Doc Martens or Chucks, and rock-n-roll or progressive band t-shirts.  But watch out, she can also rock a little black dress and will dress up for the art gallery when it is called for.

Listens to: Nirvana, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Elvis Costello, U2, Sting, The Police, The Who, The Cowboy Junkies, Smashing Pumpkins, and a lot of music from that alternative/progressive station.

Particularly true for my character are numbers 1, 3, 6,7, 10, 12, 13, some of which almost made me consider making her a Gemini, but that didn’t set well with her. 🙂

The idea that inspired me was to match my character to a Zodiac sign, and make it hers.  I know little about any signs other than my Gemini sign, so I found a helpful article about Aries at http://www.yourtango.com/2015261912/13-brutal-truths-about-loving-aries-as-written-by-aries  by Andrea Zimmerman.  It is easy to see my character Tabitha in this zodiac description.

The article is titled “13 Brutal Truths about Loving an Aries, (As Written by One)”  What are our Aries friends like?

     “We’re fiery. We are a fire sign, so this should come as no surprise. I’ve been described as “fiery” my whole life, which after many years of introspection, I’ve come to realize is both a compliment and an insult. (I choose the former.) On the pro side, this means when we walk into a room, we bring a LOT of energy. Mostly good energy. Some bad, depending on our mood.”

Like I said, don’t get on Tabitha’s bad side.  She’s a pistol, for sure, but fiery can also mean passionate, and if she loves you, she will love you deeply and without faltering, as is also mentioned in this same article.

     “We have an ego…. Aries women need people who both stroke our egos when we need them to (which, admittedly, is a lot) but also can keep us humble. Have fun with that balancing act!”

In fact, there are times when Tabitha has Milt, whom she meets when he hires her to clean his university office, outright confused.  This is a little difficult for him, as he is a university Science professor who is socially awkward.

     “We’re adventurous. We’ll try almost anything once. But if we don’t like it (or we aren’t that good at it) the first time around, we probably won’t want to do it again.”

Of course, Tabitha is adventurous!  She agrees to join Milt (Dr. Milt Braddock, that is) on more than one time travel journey.  Though she may not be as open-minded as he is, (where he is more perceiving, she is more judging), she is curious enough to get in that vehicle and take the leap!      

     “We’re big-picture people. Small details don’t interest us. We think broadly about projects, ideas, and goals and what it will take to get the job done. Minor details are less interesting to us. We’ll take care of ’em if we have to — after all, we value accountability — but we’ll probably do so begrudgingly.”

I liked this description, because it does seem to describe some dreamers and artistic types, and Tabitha is definitely one of those.  She paints some interesting images in Detours in Time, images which seem to come to her mind fully formed, and she discovers a new artistic medium in Undercurrents in Time to express her emotional state.  Milt, on the other hand, seems like the small details guy.

     “We’re aggressive. At getting what we want, when we want, and how we want it. Please step aside and get out of our way. Best not to compete with us because you’ll probably lose.”  Like I implied, don’t get Tabitha angry, but if you are on her good side, she’ll defend you to the death.  You can witness that in book 1 and 2 of the Detours in Time series.    

     “We’re assertive. That’s just a nice way of saying that we say almost anything we want to, especially around people who know us extremely well. We might lock it up around your parents or your boss because apparently “restraint” is a societal norm (who knew?) but understand that it’s so freaking difficult for us to not say how we feel.”

I have to chuckle here, because this character trait definitely comes into play in Detours in Time Book 1, when they first get to the future.  In face, Milt is so beside himself over her reactions to their surroundings that he tricks her into being silent for a good part of one or two chapters, much to his later regret. 🙂

    Thank you to Andrea at yourtango.com for the inspiration.  I thank you all for joining the fun!  I thought this was a good strategy that someone else could use, or, perhaps I just entertained and distracted you for a few minutes.  Writing this series has been a journey, a journey of the mind, and while I had many distractions like fender benders, family issues, and full-time work, the world of the Detours in Time characters has been such a fun escape for me.

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You can preview or start reading the Detours in Time series today by clicking here: Detours in Time.  It’s available in Kindle, paperback, or read free with Kindle Unlimited.

Detours in Time has earned a Literary Titan Award for sci-fi and the title of Official Selection in Young Adult Sci-fi/or Horror in the New Apple Literary Summer E-book Awards.  Read the book reviewed as “a great way to spend a few hours in both another world and another time!” –Tome Tender Book Blog

An Ode to Vonnegut. Brilliance Takes its Own Path. #poetry

With great respect, this is a portion of a response I completed for an assignment on Gifted Learners who also have another diagnosis; in this case, I chose Vonnegut, an accomplished writer with a mood disorder.  May he rest in peace.  ❤

 

From “A Speculative Perspective”  by Pamela Schloesser Canepa (c) 2018

 

I  spent my life thinking,

Imagining, responding with feeling

Struggling with identity and loss,

At times, emotions reeling.

 

I didn’t do it their way

(You don’t have to, my friend).

Some brains work differently;

Mine won’t conform or bend.

 

Opportunities before me,

A scholar I could have been.

Though I did not make the grades…

I still built worlds with my pen.

 

***I have been fortunate enough to learn many things in a course for teaching Gifted students.  Not all gifted students will graduate with honors, and not all are gifted in the same way.  Some students have special challenges in addition to being intellectually different from their peers.  I enjoyed this recent assignment in which I could study a bio of a gifted or brilliant famous person who also had a disability or mood disorder and then respond with either a written analysis or poem about them and their challenges.  From the list, I chose Vonnegut and have since started to read that Vonnegut book I bought for my Kindle months go.  I’m so glad I did!  Having dealt with mood disorder in a loved one, I have often worried about their place in society.  Reading Vonnegut’s bio and background truly inspired me and warmed my heart to see that he lived a long, full life.  We all have our own path.

Undercurrents in Time Blog Tour

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There is a ten day blog promotion tour of my upcoming novel planned through goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com! I am posting this here for my reference and yours, if you are interested!

“Goddess Fish Promotions is organizing a Virtual Excerpt Tour for Undercurrents in Time by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, a Sci-fi Time Travel available June 26, 2018. The tour will run June 25, 2018 to July 13, 2018.”

Visit any of these blog hosts for an exclusive excerpt each day from my new sci-fi novel, Undercurrents in Time(Undercurrents is the sequel to Detours in Time).  You will also find out how to enter a Rafflecopter for a $10 Amazon giftcard!

Here is the line-up:

June 25: Rogue’s Angels
June 26: T’s Stuff
June 27: Sharing Links and Wisdom
June 28: Long and Short Reviews
June 29: Welcome to My World of Dreams
July 9: Musings From An Addicted Reader
July 10: Fabulous and Brunette
July 11: Deal Sharing Aunt
July 12: B-Gina Review
July 13: Stormy Nights Reviewing and Bloggin’
July 13: It’s Raining Books

Download this 24 pg., sci-fi short story, free! #scifi

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Follow this link to download my futuristic, sci-fi short story, Salamanca, Gutter Angel for free.

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Salamanca is an eighteen-year-old who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in 2047. What sorts of trouble are impulsive kids getting into in the year 2047? Read to find out.  Is there any hope for the youth of tomorrow?

If you’ve read my most recent novel, Detours in Time, you may recognize Salamanca as the sassy-mouthed girl with interesting body modification that our characters run into on their jaunt to the future.  This short story gives a little more of her background and just what turned this defensive, sassy girl into who she is.

 

Watch RWISA Write! Marcha Fox, an Author Discovered.

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Please join me in welcoming author Marcha Fox to my blog.  Marcha is a fellow member of Rave Reviews Book Club, in addition to being a member of RWISA (Rave Writers’ International Society of Authors).  Marcha is sharing a sample of her writing.  By the way, I’ve just started reading her book,  The Terra Debacle!

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Your Wildest Dreams

I inhaled sharply when I recognized the introductory riff wafting from my favorite 80s station as Your Wildest Dreams by the Moody Blues. Even though I had the original 45 RPM record, the album on cassette tape, and more recently, the CD, I kept them safely locked away so I wouldn’t binge on it. Nonetheless, when KPLV, 93.1 FM in Vegas, got around to playing it every few weeks or so, I’d indulge in a break, a delicious reminder of why I was here.

Consumed by ethereal and intimately familiar soundwaves, I got up, closed the blinds, and even though it was unlikely the song’s strains would penetrate my office’s cinder block walls, plugged in my headset so I could crank it up—I mean really up. I melted back into my chair, eyes closed, with what was probably an idiotic smile on my face, savoring each note as the song segued into its lively, 142 BPM tempo. The next three minutes and forty-one seconds, I’d be in heaven.

Even though this song came out eight years after she left, the first time I heard it, back when I was still in college in ’86, I knew two things: One, it would always be “our song”; and Two, I had to find her.

My heart leapt with visions of galaxies beyond, of what might be out there, where she might be. I plunged headlong through space and time, besieged by memories burned into my heart as permanently and painfully as branding was to a newborn calf. Did she remember? Feel the same thing I did? Sense the enchantment of fate-entangled lives?

I memorize pretty easily, which comes in handy, especially with things like the Periodic Table or Maxwell’s equations. And of course, favorite songs. These particular lyrics struck me, hard and personal, from day one, certain it’d been written exclusively for me.

As my eyes teared up, logic intervened and yanked me back to planet Earth.

Grow up, Benson! What are you, a total schmaltz or what?

We were kids, for heaven sakes. A teenage crush. I should’ve gotten over it, but never did. No wonder. Girls like her are rare. One of a kind. She’d already experienced things I never would. Things that were part of my wildest dreams.

The admonition failed, pushed aside by that part of me that felt alive again, jammin’ like a total jerk, mouthing the words as I sang along in my head. It’s not like I’m a teenager anymore, though at the moment I felt like one. No, memories of the heart never die—can’t die, evereven if you try to kill them.

I’d give anything to talk to her. Which of course I have, numerous times over the years, if only in my head. Okay, aloud more often than I care to admit. I could swear it even felt as if she answered a time or two. I suppose that’s how it is with your first love. Or your first kiss, even if it was only a peck on the cheek. It penetrates your soul and stays there forever.

That mid-summer day in ’78 hauling hay was as vivid as yesterday in my mind’s eye. The cloudless sky, sun hot on my neck, the aroma of first-crop alfalfa sweetening the mountain air. I scratched my shoulder, a reflex memory of itchy, stray leaves sticking through my T-shirt. My chest ached as I remembered tear tracks streaking her dust-covered face at something I’d said. Then, days later, that withering look when we lied about her ship.

The one we still have. What’s left of it quietly abandoned beneath a tarp in Building 15, here at Area 51.

How she knew we weren’t telling the truth, I’ll never know. Pretty funny it’s still sitting there. And I’m sure she’d think so, too. I can just hear her saying, “Stupid snurks, I knew they’d never figure it out.” Though actually they did, just didn’t find technology worth pursuing. Even contractors didn’t want it.

I had to admit it was pretty crazy, but she was my motivation to get where I was today: just short of a decade of college linked with serendipity that put me in the right place at the right time, hoping someday I’d find her. My life had changed a lot since then. How much had hers changed? Did she make it home? Was she still alive? With the effects of relativistic travel, which I understood only too well, she could still be a teenager, while I was easing into the infamous dirty thirties.

Not good. If I ever did find her, she’d probably think I was some lecherous old fart. Either that, or, with my luck, she’d be married with a bunch of kids. I winced with the thought.

My sentimental reverie vanished when my office door slammed open and Hector Buckhorn rolled in. Literally. Hec’s been stuck in a wheelchair ever since he crashed his hang glider into a New Mexico mountainside during spring break his last semester of college. He ridge soared a lot, particularly around Dulce, over restricted areas where he wasn’t supposed to be. Got caught a couple times, but being Native American, never got in trouble, even though it wasn’t his home reservation. He’s amazingly good at playing dumb, in spite of—or possibly because of—his 150ish IQ. He never talked about his accident, said he couldn’t remember. Makes sense, actually, given he suffered a massive concussion. The only time I ever saw him pissed him off was when he woke up in the hospital and discovered they’d shaved off his hair, since grown back beyond shoulder length.

I dropped the headset around my neck and faked a frown. “Don’t you ever knock, butthead?”

“Hey, man, wazzup?” he said, giving me a funny look. “You okay?”

I laughed. “Of course. Just thinking. Remembering. You know.”

Ahhh. They played that song again, didn’t they?”

“Can’t hide anything from you, can I, Chief?”

“Nope. I figured you were up to somethin’ with your blinds closed.”

He wheeled over to the grey metal, government-issue table on the other side of the room and helped himself to a handful of peanut M&Ms. Once I’d realized during my PhD days at Cal Tech that, in a pinch, they made a pretty decent meal, I’d kept that old, wide-mouth canning jar full. He dumped them in his mouth, perusing me with knowing, dark eyes.

“You were sure enjoyin’ that song of yours,” he said, not even trying to stifle his crooked grin as he munched away.

“Yeah,” I replied, uncomfortable with the conversation’s direction.

“We’ve known each other a long time, Allen,” he said. “Don’t you think it’s time you told me about her?”

“Not much to tell.”

He let fly with a popular expletive related to bovine excrement. “C’mon! What’s her name?” he persisted.

I blew out my cheeks and sighed, knowing resistance was futile. “Creena,” I answered, surprising myself when, again, I got a little choked up. I avoided his eyes by likewise heading for the M&Ms.

“So find her,” he said.

“It’s not that simple,” I replied, pouring myself a handful. “I don’t know where she is.” A statement that was truer than he could possibly imagine.

“I have some resources who could help,” he offered with a conspiratorial wink.

I shook my head, then stalled by popping a few colorful orbs in my mouth.

“Why not? If she’s anywhere on this planet, these guys’ll find her.”

I swallowed hard and paused; met his gaze. “She’s not.”

He scowled, making him look a lot like those old pictures of Cochise. “Say again?”

“She’s. Not.”

“Oh! I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I assumed she’s dead. She must’ve been quite a girl.”

“She was. Is. She’s not dead. At least as far as I know.”

His jaw dropped, shocked expression broadcasting the fact he’d caught the implications. “You’re not kidding, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Abductee?” he whispered.

“Nope,” I answered, raiding the candy jar again. “Immigrant.”

His eyes widened as he spewed an expletive that elevated excrement to sanctified status. “Don’t tell me she’s an EBE!”

I nearly spewed partially chewed M&Ms across the room. Extraterrestrial biological entity, indeed! Yet by definition, actually, she was.

I chuckled at his expression and shook my head. “No. Quite human. At least as far as I know.”

“Are you?” he added, chocolate-colored irises rimmed with white. His reaction surprised me—UFOs, even aliens, were no big deal in his culture, just business as usual with the Star People.

“C’mon, Chief! You’ve known me since tenth grade, running high school track!”

He leaned back, searching my face with more solemnity than I’d seen since I told him how Dad died. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, bro,” he said finally, shaking his head.

“You have no idea,” I said, throat constricting as scratchy lyrics from the headset, audible only to me, issued another reminder of why I was here.

 

Copyright © 2017 by Marcha Fox

 

[NOTE:–This is an excerpt from my upcoming novel, Dark Circles, a slightly dark, hard sci-fi love story. No release date has been set.]

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A November to Remember. On Losing Graciously, yet Victoriously, in NANOWRIMO. #amwriting

snapshot_20160528_2 My NANOWRIMO bio photo.  I think it reflects a serious writing face, and it appropriately features my favorite coffee cup. 🙂

As the goal of NANOWRIMO is to write a 50,000 word novel, I’ve done a little writing this month.  🙂  I also have:  worked full-time, encountered two car accidents in my family, one of which has me now driving my son to work at the other end of town, but let me say I’m thankful, since no one is hurt.    I made a visit to southern Florida to spend a short weekend with a high school friend, attended church, attended yoga (though not enough, it helps undo the tension from typing and laptop use), I blogged more than I should have while trying to write a book, but I love the friendly community of blogging and I couldn’t stop. I voted and watched the world unravel over the election’s results, I processed the election results, spent a little time with my boyfriend, hung out with his family and my son for Thanksgiving, I walked my dog countless times and got sudden glimpses of inspirations, and….that’s about it. Unless I forgot something.   Yes, that’s one heck of a run-on, but in November, you don’t edit!  Never mind that it’s December now. 🙂 I’ll edit in January!

So, considering all that is my life, I feel victorious when I say I wrote 45,000 words in November!  I’ve been in forums to get support and also heard the naysayers, “Quality means more than quantity.” But I truly think the beauty of NANOWRIMO is the deadline, and perhaps, the competition.  You know others are doing it, you know many of them will succeed, so, why not you?  I gave it my best effort.  I decided halfway in that I was only competing with myself.  Last year, I wrote 30,000 words of a novel.  It was finished in January.  This year, I wrote 45,000.  I think I’ve won.  After all, you only have yourself to compete with, right?  Still, when you know so many of your peers in the writing world are doing it, you want to join.   In the words of my NANOWRIMO bio,  “I might as well write as much as I can, while I still have the mental faculties and stamina.   Victorious, I march on with my pen!”

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So, let me end with some of my survival strategies for this November, that, if employed correctly, will have me at 50K for the next NANOWRIMO:

  1.  Notepad and pen handy when traveling in the car
  2. Dog walks are short as that’s when inspiration hits, especially at night
  3. Read Chris Baty’s “No Plot, No Problem.”  Next year, I’ll read all of it. 🙂
  4. Limit reading to very short books, like the one I finished while getting a pedicure.
  5. Get at least one massage during the month
  6. Make a book outline.  I’ll be more detailed with my next outline.  DO this BEFORE November.
  7. Don’t stare at the laptop/typewriter.  Get a notebook and map out your setting or make a timeline of events.
  8. Pop in to forums to get inspiration.  A helpful post I saw recommended deciding your character’s Zodiac sign and reading up on it.
  9. Next year I’ll try pure dialogue sprints between characters and see what is revealed.
  10. NANOWRIMO sprints.  They’re on Twitter.  I participated in just one. It seems I didn’t really get the concept and got up to pee then got distracted during the twenty minutes.  It’s okay, I am new to NANOWRIMO.  I’ll give them a better try next time!
  11. The Night of Writing Dangerously.  I was so tired lately, I didn’t consider this, but it is a grand idea!  An all-nighter, when people all around the globe are having a writing marathon?  Call in sick the next day! Yes, It does sound interesting.  I may try it in the future!  Stress just got me this year, and bedtime was always so inviting.
  12. I didn’t try this, but I hope to next time:  A local write-in!  How I’d love to meet with local writers.  If you tried this, how did it go?

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Well, as I said, I love blogging, so here I am processing the month of November, while my main character is still treading water.  I will have to leave her that way until my two weeks off at Christmas time.  Right now, I need a much-deserved break!

#RRBC Holiday Train Book Trailer Party. Fun, Prizes, and a chance to help an indie author!

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Come, join the fun!  Help an independent author (that’s me) spread the news of her publication!  Welcome to the  Rave Reviews Book Club’s HOLIDAY TRAIN “BOOK TRAILER” BLOCK PARTY.  You are encouraged to participate by viewing my book trailer for my sci-fi ebook Seeing Through Sampson’s Eyes on Youtube, liking the video, and leaving a comment.

Prizes I’m giving away today, 11/24:  By commenting and interacting at my video link, you will have a chance at winning a prize.

1st place:  A $10 Amazon gift card.  This will be sent to you through e-mail.

2nd place:  A free e-book download of Seeing Through Sampson’s Eyes.  The link will be sent to you through e-mail.

Perhaps viewing the book trailer will make you interested in reading the book and sharing this news with others.  It is also possible for you to download the e-book on Amazon as a gift for a friend!

Your chance at these prizes ends at the close of the day on 11/24.  Please feel free to share this blog post today.  The more interaction on my book trailer, the better my chances in this contest and as an indie author.  Start by clicking the book trailer link below:

Link for Seeing Through Sampson’s Eyes book trailer:                                    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQuKD6LUZGY&t=2s  (For a chance to win,  like and comment on this video using your Youtube account).

Amazon link to preview the e-book or download Seeing Through Sampson’s Eyes, available on Kindle Unlimited and on Kindle at 1.99 for a limited time:   http://goo.gl/nFLmqH

“An imaginative and thought-provoking read.” -Amazon reviewer

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Blurb and description:  Seeing Through Sampson’s Eyes, a futuristic sci-fi, coming of age novella, tells the tale of Abrielle and Norrie, both on a journey to find what was lost of their loved one, which quickly becomes an individual journey for each of them, with many lessons in store.  *This is the second in a series, yet also reads well as a stand-alone.

Blurb:  Who knows what secrets lie behind one’s eyes? You have no idea until you walk in their shoes. In a technologically advanced, yet socially regressing society, Norrie, daughter of Sampson and Abrielle, is about to learn what it’s like to be considered less than human. She is now twenty, curious, confident, and unstoppable. Embarking on a journey together, Norrie and Abrielle set out to discover what remains of their beloved Sampson, yet each ends up pursuing her own individual end goal. Walk with Abrielle and Norrie to see what they will find.

New e-book published! From Bedlam to Ben

 

My 75 year old mother says, “I just want to put my arms around him.” (So, I chose well, huh)?  She was referencing the cover of my latest e-book, From Bedlam to Ben.  Ben is fearless, protective, strong, and full of inner turmoil.  Read about Ben’s struggle and transformation through, oh wait, that’s what the trailer is for.  Give it a look?

From Bedlam to Ben, a sci-fi novelette with romance, tension, and turmoil, is now available for .99 download on Smashwords at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/656337 and on Amazon at http://amzn.to/2b3ND3O

With the purchase of this e-book, the reader is given a link to sign-up to receive a 20 page short story that is a spin-off of my upcoming time travel novel.  I say “upcoming” loosely; I just started editing and it most likely will be coming out in a year, since I insist on holding a full-time job.  Stubborn, I am.  🙂  I am also hoping to get this time travel book into print and e-book form.  So much to learn…

Please do give the book trailer a look, download the novelette for .99.  It is a continuation of the Made for Me series but reads well as a stand alone as well.  I may not publish many e-books for a while, since I am gestating a full-length book, and I intend for it to be fully cooked and served just right!  You may get more short stories from me in the interim; ideas just pop up at times.

Happy reading, everyone!  For those of you who are like me, happy writing!  May you be driven, ambitious, obsessed, sleepless,  but most of all, inspired!

-Pamela