In mood for poetry...

Tonight, I crave poetry. The music of words. The cloud of double meanings. The blanket of emotions.

At first, I turn to Dorothy Parker, who never fails to amuse me. Tonight, though, her wry observations and cynical tongue fall flat. I seek solace in Wislawa Szymborska, and find layers of pain. Pablo Neruda gives me love and lust, which are usually always welcome into the innermost corners of my soul, but right now I've no taste for his carnal apples.

And so, I'm left with the Sunlight On The Garden.

The Lengths Writers Go To For Their Art

If you could see into my house half an hour ago, you would have observed one very frustrated writer digging in the trash can among yesterday's tissues and three days ago's raw chicken thigh polystyrene trays (eeeeew). But I found it. The plastic wrapper my Writing Magazine came in. Printed on it, was my subscription number, which I needed to enter their Love Story Competition. (After all that effort, I'd better win!)

This set me thinking. How far do writers go for their art? Personally, I can list:

• Digging in reeking rubbish.
• Staying up till 3.30AM knowing I have to be up less than four hours later.
• Forgoing a better paid job.
• Saying, "It's ok, guys, you go see Spiderman without me".
• Agreeing to wear a ridiculous hat to an author signing.
• Did I mention digging in reeking rubbish? It deserves it.
  
  
  

RIP, Lion In The Meadow

Margaret Mahy, a popular children's author, died earlier this week. more

Showcasing Echelon Press Authors - Chris Redding

A View to a Kilt

When a wise-cracking interior decorator wants to put her past behind her, the dead body of the mayor’s son makes her realize that won’t happen too easily. A conservative former computer geek for the FBI is holding on too tightly to his past. His wife died under suspicious circumstances and he believes the decorator has the information to solve the case.


Omnilit: http://tinyurl.com/cr-vtak-omni


Smashwords: http://tinyurl.com/cr-vtak-Smash


Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/44sbydm


Nook Store: http://tinyurl.com/3tlk2nh
 

 
About The Author


Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two kids, one dog and three rabbits. She graduated from Penn State with a degree in journalism. She teaches workshops on writing online and offline. When she isn’t writing, she works part time for her local hospital.

Yvonne Walus is on Crime Watch

Here, on Crime Watch, is what charming Craig kindly wrote about my radio interview and our Murder In The Library evening.

THE RELUCTANT MATCHMAKER

Below you will find an excellent excerpt from THE RELUCTANT MATCHMAKER by Shobhan Bantwal (whom we already had the pleasure of hosting on this blog). Happy reading!

I was hauled against him in one quick move, taking the breath right out of my lungs.

God, this was good—better than anything I’d ever felt in my whole life.

Although his hold on me felt like a vice grip, I liked it, basked in it. His next kiss was harder, more demanding, that of a hungry male rather than a tender admirer. And all the while my mind sang: He wants me. He wants me.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hands rested on his shoulders, savoring the tautness of the muscle and the soft feel of his shirt for a moment, and then my arms slid around his neck, clamping his mouth to mine. I never wanted to let go. This was a minor miracle. I’d come here to help him locate a woman who’d make him a suitable wife, and instead I was clasped in his arms, his mouth making scalding, passionate love to mine.

Even in my wildest dreams I hadn’t thought it would be this wonderful. His cologne was rousing, his hair ticklish on my fingers, and his chest was hard as a rock against my pliant breasts. This felt so damn right.

Just when I thought this was heaven on earth, he abruptly loosened his hold on me, a puzzled look coming over his face once more. But this time the bafflement was not mixed with wonder and awe. It was more like an unpleasant shock.

I had done it—exactly what I didn’t want to do—I’d repulsed him. Why the heck hadn’t I behaved like a nice Hindu girl and held myself in check?

He took me by the shoulders and set me away from him. “I’m so sorry. I—I don’t know what came over me.”



(Excerpt from The Reluctant Matchmaker by Shobhan Bantwal)



For more information: about The Reluctant Matchmaker and Shobhan Bantwal’s other books, visit http://www.shobhanbantwal.com or http://www.amazon.com/The-Reluctant-Matchmaker-Shobhan-Bantwal/dp/0758258852. The full virtual tour schedule is available at: http://bookpromotionservices.com/2012/06/03/reluctant-matchmaker-tour

Yvonne Walus on the Radio

Yvonne Walus talking about crime fiction on the radio.