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I want to thank each reader who graciously supported me by purchasing the book, despite knowing that at some point it would likely pop up as a freebie for a few days. The gesture is lovingly appreciated for all it signifies.
Each review is a gift and results in a spontaneous happy dance. Somewhere, someone is taking the time to gather thoughts, click over to Amazon, and share an opinion with other readers. Here’s what a few reviewers are saying:
Interesting Fantasy Read!
“The Sorcerer’s Garden” by D. Wallace Peach is a truly unique and interesting read. The story seems ordinary at first but quickly takes an epic fantasy turn. The main character is a 28-year-old named Madlyn who is not having the greatest luck with her relationships or her career. By chance, she gets a…
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Photo Copyright: Dale Rogerson
Here we are for another week. This week, we’re gathered high in the virtual mountains near a virtual dam. Our guide and hostess for this trip and gathering is the gracious and talented artist and author, Rocehlle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers, and the challenge for each of us in the group is to write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt provided for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Dale Rogerson. Thanks, Dale.
To read the other stories from group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
THE DAM by P.S. Joshi
We lived in a beautiful valley in the mountains. A clean stream flowed through it. Our ancestors lived there many years before us, and built our homes.
One day important men came and told us a dam was needed. They said they wanted our valley, and would give us other good land to live on and farm.
Our valley and village are now far under water. We are living in a new village built by us. The land is not good for farming.
Water from the dam is sent by pipes to the city.
No one can help us now.
Great ideas given with humor.
Life is hard, but help is all around us. The trick is to take your learning where you can find it. In my case, as a technology teacher, it‘s from computers. Here are ten lessons I learned from my computer. The first four, I’ve shared before. The last six I’ve experienced first hand over the past year. See which you relate to:
#1: Know when your RAM is full
RAM is Random Access Memory. In the computer world, it controls how much you can work on at any given moment. If you exceed your computer‘s RAM, it won’t be able to remember anything else (computer programs stall or stop). Humans have a mental workspace–like a desktop–that controls how much we keep in our thoughts before it is shuffled off to long- and short-term memory. For people with eidetic memories, it‘s very large. For most of us, size is controlled by:
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Photo Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham
This is my contribution this week to Monday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt.
I was happy to hear your health is improving, Barbara. I’m sure we all hope you heal completely.
To read the other stories written by group members, be sure to click first on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for all other stories is as follows:
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 2+17+150=169 Words
VULTURE SQUAD by P.S. Joshi
I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.
A man came and stood over me. I then noticed the leather band on the ankle of the bird.
“Well, Vulcan,” he said to the vulture, “I see you found another unlucky victim of the Black Riders.”
He next talked to me as he checked for injuries.
“They musta’ taken you fer dead son. Sometimes seein’ Vulcan is enough. You’re lucky we was scoutin’ this area of the hills. These hills are the huntin’ grounds of a dirty bunch of killers, thieves.
You’ve stopped bleedin’. Your breathin’ is okay. No ribs broke. There’s that bullet hole in your left shoulder. Your right arm and leg’s broke. You fall off a horse?”
“Yeah, they took it.”
“Figures. They musta’ been in a hurry to leave or they’d checked to see if you was still alive.
The rest of the Vulture Squad’ll find ’em. I got to get you back to our camp.”
This is interesting. Teagan has created a whole town.
Welcome back to Atonement, TN!
Yes, this is my warped idea of taking a break — still making a weekly blog post. However, the interactive serial stories really are much more labor intensive than these posts. I actually am getting some writing done on Atonement in Bloom, my main novel in progress!
Previously I said I realized that I needed to divide and move around my chapter length magical prologue. As “Racine” might say, Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit! Did that ever make a lot of work. I’m happy to say that things are moving and shaking to my satisfaction. I expect to finish that work this weekend.
During that moving-around last weekend I wrote some new material. I didn’t think it was much though, until I went back to check. In addition to that arduous editing, I wrote…
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Be sure to watch the video at the end.
In the early twentieth century, a farmer decided that he needed to improve the agriculture on his ranch in Nevada. He figured that a well needed to be dug to bring water and nutrients to the soil above.
He lived in a barren desert and the water stored deep beneath the Earth’s crust would have provided a more sustainable crop for this harsh and dry area. He knew that a well with ample water was needed to supply bountiful crops.
What he didn’t know was what was waiting for him deep below the soil. He began to dig a deep well when problems soon arose. After digging deep into the Earth searching for water, he found what he was looking for. The problem was that the water was incredibly hot. Over 200 degrees in fact, making it impossible to create a…
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This is a great review of Diana’s work with links to buying her books.
About the Book
In a land on the brink of war, Gryff Worden finds his family slaughtered in his farmyard. Mortally wounded, he stumbles upon a timekeeper, an old woman of a foreign land who tracks the infinite paths of each life. She offers him a sunwield, a medallion that returns him to the critical choices that altered his life’s journey. Now his story remakes itself through the sunwield, returning him repeatedly to moments of decision and death, his old life gone, the purpose of the medallion burning his chest forgotten. As he uncovers the power of the sunwield, new choices lead him on an epic journey through war, death, friendship, life, and love.
One of the great reviews for Sunwielder
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Photo Copyright: Ron Pruitt
Here we are again. This week we’re gathered at a virtual city bus station. Our hostess for this virtual gathering in the gracious and talented artist and author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers, and Rochelle is starting her fourth, hard-working year as hostess of this group. The challenge for each of us in the group this week is to write an original story with not more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt provided for the week. This week’s prompt is a repeat, and was provided several years ago by Ron Pruitt. Thanks, Ron.
To read the other stories from group members, just click on the link for the other stories given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for the other stories this week is as follows.
Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
FREEDOM by P.S. Joshi
They got on the bus and found seats near the back.
It was the first time they’d traveled alone without a parent. Allowances had been saved for weeks for their trip to Centerville and back.
Their mothers thought they were at a school friend’s house. What an adventure, age thirteen and lunch and shopping on their own.
When they arrived, they chose a restaurant. They then ate until they felt stuffed.
After they paid for the meal, they had twenty cents left.
“Oh well,” said Lucy, “we’ll shop another time.”
Somehow, they could never save that much again.