Blood in the Water #FREE This Weekend

A free book from Tim Baker this weekend.


The 89th Academy Awards Ceremony – that’s the Oscars to you and me – will take place this Sunday and in celebration of this momentous occasion I am making my latest novel Blood in the Water available for FREE download all weekend!


What is the connection between Blood in the Water and the Oscars you ask?

Well, in addition to being the basis for a future Best Picture Winner, it has loads of connections!!!

First, the main character in the story is named Bob Oscarson, but he goes by the nickname Oscar.


Not enough for you?

How about this…in the story there are sharks – and as we all know Jaws (a movie about a shark) won 3 Oscars…Best Sound, Best Film Editing and Best Music. It was also nominated for Best Picture, but lost to One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. (Damn you Jack Nicholson).



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A few simple spices

Another excellent and amusing post by Jim Webster

Tallis Steelyard


I confess now that I am not what you might describe as an accomplished cook. There are a few simple dishes I can prepare, toast is one. But my admiration for the person who can cook knows no bounds. Any of these creative geniuses will find me sitting at the table, napkin neatly tucked into my collar. I am not proud, I willingly acknowledge their mastery.

Still it was a picture supplied by Chris Graham which set my memory off down this road. Thanks to him one lady came to mind even after all these years. Tillia Wheeldown. I swear I have never met anybody who had such a subtle touch with herbs and spices. She could take a young pullet, bland but succulent, and she would place something before you that was exquisitely flavoured. I’ve known renowned epicures leave the dining table and burst into the kitchen to kiss…

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Indie Interview: John Howell

A great interview with John W. Howell.

Read A Lot

Today’s Indie Interview is with John Howell, whose John J. Cannon trilogy has nothing but positive reviews from its readers. He stopped by to talk about the books, and what inspired him to write them.

Hi, John. Welcome to Read A Lot.

Q: Had you always planned on becoming a published author?

A:  Since I was in High School I wanted to write. I tried many outlets. I was on the school paper and yearbook staff. Nothing ever came of my desire until I decided to write a book.  I started it in 1993 and finished it in 2003. I was working at the time so had to write on weekends and late nights. I printed the book off to take on a trip so I could edit. After fifty pages,

I was working at the time so had to write on weekends and late nights. I printed the book off to…

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Bucolic abandon

Amusing story by Jim Webster

Tallis Steelyard


It has to be said that I may not have mentioned Anald in these jottings of mine. Indeed until Sue Vincent jogged my memory I’d entirely forgotten the incident. Anald was perhaps one of the finest cozeners I have ever had dealings with. A person of immense charm, he had spent nearly twenty years separating the folk of Port Naain and the more civilised parts of Partaan from their hard earned silver. This he did by getting them to purchase elixirs that would leave them younger, more beautiful, more charming, or just richer. Admittedly in the case of the last proud boast it is difficult to see how merely drinking a potion could achieve this, but when Anald explained it, it made perfect sense.

But two decades of this lifestyle had tired him. I remember bumping into him in ‘The Wallop’ on Rotten Staithe where the old canal runs into…

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For readers of the link:

NOTE: For those wonderful readers of my posts, I’ll be taking about a two-week break from writing them. My husband of 86 had been weakening and was improving slightly and due to come home from the hospital tomorrow, Tuesday.

Yesterday between 9 am and 10 am the doctor called and told me, “he is no more” which is the Indian term for death.  We gathered at the hospital and his relatives were wonderful. They arranged for the cremation and are helping me with the paperwork necessary.

Our children are flying in and so I’m taking off a couple of weeks from blogging. I’m answering email but not writing blogs.

My contest-winning short story was published this month in CQ Magazine. However, they’ve begun charging for subscriptions. I won’t ask anyone to buy a copy. I’ll certainly understand if you don’t. If you want to buy a subscription, the link is as follows:

Thanking you.  —- Suzanne

Good Things Happen to Those Who Hustle—Getting PAID to Write

Some great information and suggestions.

Kristen Lamb's Blog


I know most of you reading this blog have the eventual goal of becoming professional authors who work full-time doing what they love. One thing that vexes me about our industry is everyone is afraid to talk about money, but money makes the world go round. It’s almost as if it’s dirty to want to actually be paid to write.

Which is just B.S.

What we do is highly valuable. Not everyone can do what we do. Think about most people regarding writing.

My class requires a ten-page essay.

OMG! Writing is hard!

I am assigning a twenty page research paper.

Writing is hard!

Write a short story.

Ugh, writing is hard!

Draft a resume and cover letter.

I hate writing. Writing is hard!

“I’m a novelist.”

Really? That’s a job? Writing is easy.


Thing is, we all need to eat and pay the power bill. Sure, the goal is one day the…

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Words I have created:

Some new words from Kawanee. I love this.

Kawanee's Korner

So far I have:
Frustrilities (from mom)

Confrustration (confused frustration) Usually when I can figure out what is wrong with the part of my book I’m writing, or what went wrong installing new software, or when I’ve done everything right and can’t make something work.

Hypocrazy: usually reserved for political parties that reach a crazy level of hypocrisy by condemning the other party for activities they are well known to be guilty of on a daily basis

Poutrage: Outrage over someone not believing or supporting your point of view. Or condemning another party for things your party does all the time, but since it’s not your party you’re super nettled about it.

Typonese: The language created by typos. I am fluent in Typonese, I read it very well and can figure out what was really meant. There is no need to correct the word/words with an *.

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Photo Copyright: Ted Strutz

NOTE: My contest-winning short story was published this month in CQ Magazine. However, they’ve begun charging for subscriptions. I won’t ask anyone to buy a copy. I’ll certainly understand if you don’t. If you want to, the link is as follows:

Here we all are gathered for another week. Today we’re along a country river where one chair is sitting for some reason. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for this gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Ted Strutz. Thanks, Ted.

To read the other stories by group members, just click on the link given below then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

REMAINS By P.S.  Joshi

There’d been floods before in Illinois but never like this. When the Colters returned from the shelter they could hardly believe it.

Instead of the village of Martinsville there was a mud plain with skeletal remains of buildings leaning here and there. They drove out to their farm with dread.

The sight made them go into shock. The barn was on its side in the caked mud and the house was completely gone. All that remained was a lone kitchen chair.

The insurance company wouldn’t pay for rebuilding on the same location. Their home, hopes, and dreams were washed away.




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Photo Copyright: J. Hardy Carroll

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–February 5th, 2017. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides or chooses a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s prompt was supplied by J. Hardy Carroll. Thanks, J. Hardy. 

To read the other stories written by the group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words


When Lucy, a school friend of mine, was on summer vacation her parents, older brother, and she used to spend every vacation her father had with the relatives in the hills of West Virginia.

West Virginia is a beautiful state but there just weren’t enough jobs for everyone. Families used to move north to Ohio or Michigan to work in the rubber shops or for car manufacturers. They got homesick and took trips back to West Virginia whenever possible.

Sometimes just an older son would make the move, work during the week, and drive back for the weekend.

Once a friend of mine who worked for the Chevy plant said, “The guys I work with asked if I was going home for the weekend.”

This fellow, an Ohioan, lived at home within a short driving distance.

My school friend told me family neighbors down there made moonshine.

“When the revenuers came around,” she said, “the guys used to hide the liquor in the well.”

I thought it was hilarious and could see them scrambling.

Moonshine was sometimes transported in a car with a special tank underneath. A popular movie in 1958 starring Robert Mitchum, “Thunder Road” was about the subject.




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Sorry I haven’t been around..

Kawanee is bringing us up-to-day.

Kawanee's Korner

The first 2 weeks or so of the month, I worked over 100 hours. I found out later that working all that overtime was only enough to cover my rent in one paycheck and left me $15 for the next 2 weeks. That sucks…

Around the 13th, my childhood friend lost her mother. I’ve always been in other states when she needed me, this is the first time I was here. I wanted to be there for her, I hope I succeeded, I hope my desire to be there for her didn’t become an intrusion. She’s my best friend since kindergarten or earlier. My adopted sister. She dropped everything and drove me back to Florida to get my other car, we had a blast. She got me my job, she’s been amazing. She’s an amazing supervisor (not mine, unfortunately), she said just the right thing to get me back on…

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