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A Huge Step for Me!

Source: Amazon.com (I own the rights to the cover)

I won’t keep you too long tonight for this post.  It’s more one of those I hope you will reblog or in some other way pass it on through your Twitter, LinkedIN, Pinterest. or any other way you can see fit to show it to others.

I have self-published my first anthology of horror stories!

After months and months of work and the joy of allowing all of you to read a couple of them (“Keeping Watch” – on this blog and “The Way It Is” – which was on a now-defunct site) and then the joy of having 3 others that have been published and 6 never-seen-before tales!

I am proud of this collection.  Not only because I wrote the stories, but because I managed to handle Amazon’s Kindle publishing.  It was a steep learning curve, but more frustrating than actually difficult.  The entire process took me several days, but I had to purchase Word so that I could format it into Web,filtered output (HTML), format the entire thing to appear nice once on Kindle, and create those intro pages that nobody really reads, but are necessary.  Thank you Andrea Stephenson for proofreading “Keeping Watch” and giving me some great info on how to improve it.  You are mentioned in those introductory pages and acknowledgements.

I had my cover illustration done by a person from Romania whom I met through http://www.fiverr.com/  The cover cost me $10 and I like it more each time I see it.

Currently, the price is $2.99 for the 11 stories on Kindle.  I felt that to be a fair amount.  Kindle estimates the book at 128 pages.

Here is the link:  http://www.amazon.com/Transfixed-Keeping-Watch-other-Terror-ebook/dp/B00K5C16LU/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1399440772&sr=1-1&keywords=transfixed

I hope you will use it!  If horror’s not your thing, I understand.  Wish me luck and pass it on…Thanks




Ah! It’s Here!

Picture from Amazon.com

Well, I have been talking (and talking) and you have been patiently listening (Perhaps, with a “shut up, already” whispered under your breath).  But, now, it’s here!  My second book in print (well, book with a story from me).  It’s on sale at Amazon:

Paperback (USA): www.amazon.com/dp/1482009552
Paperback (UK): www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1482009552
Kindle (USA): www.amazon.com/dp/B00CVL9I36
Kindle UK): www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00CVL9I36

I will tell you that it is a medical thriller (of course, they all are) and that I am very proud of this one!  What?!  You say I say that about all of them?  Well, perhaps, but this one has a really good bit of twist and twisted in it.

It’s also for sale on Createspace, but I know nothing about that at present:


Anyway, I stole borrowed the pic above from Amazon.  It should be the actual cover.

So, there you have it.  A horror story of mine printed in a second book.  The first one is listed off to the left on this post if you are so inclined.

If you need to see just a bit more of my writing before committing any of your hard-earned cash, here are two more examples you can read for free:

1) Valley of a Doll – Part 1

Part 2   Part 3   Part 4

2) www.atomicavarice.com  (choose “Fiction” on left and I am near bottom of pg) – “The Way It Is”

Have fun and, of course, comments are welcome.



Synchronicity and the Tire

For those unfamiliar with the term “synchronicity” or, at least, not familiar with how I tend to use it, it is when two or more events happen which appear different, but revolve around each other.

Google states: “Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, yet are experienced as occurring together in a meaningful manner.”

Please keep this in mind while I tell my tale of a tire, but don’t fret, as I will connect the dots near the end.

I have a new house cleaner.  She is wonderful.  She cleans so thoroughly it is just amazing.  The most recent problem, though, is that she didn’t have a car to get to my house Tuesday to clean.  As I don’t work, and so, am home most of the time, I offered to pick her up and bring her to the house so she could clean this week.  She agreed and we set up 10:30am as the time for me to arrive.

I didn’t want to be tired and groggy, so I went to bed very early for me and set my alarm for about 9:15.  I got up, ate, and then realized that I actually had some time to do a few things before picking her up.  I decided to wrap an book I had sold for our library to be mailed as an Amazon sale.  It was a huge and heavy book, 10lbs 2oz, and I worked hard to get it done.

About the time I got it finished, I received a text from my cleaning person telling me she could not leave the house until 11am.  I told her fine and decided that I would not only mail said package, but pick up my Rx, and pay my utility bill at the drive through.

Not the one in my town.

All went well up to paying the utility bill.  There was a utility truck and people working in the drive up, but not in the way of dropping off the bill.  However, as I tried to maneuver my little car in the area, I hit my front tire on the curb.  It made a loud “pop” sound, which made one of the utility people look up, but I had my CD player on and it was much softer to me inside the car.

I then drove the car to my Dad and Mom’s because I had received another text apologizing, but saying that my cleaning person was not able to leave just yet.  I stopped at my parents’ house to visit and to allow a text to be sent when I could go pick up my cleaning person.

We enjoyed the visit.  Dad had a service person from an auto shop come by to fix a small leak in my Dad’s van’s tire.  The gentleman arrived and was working on Dad’s tire.  Dad opened the window to make a comment to him and the man asked Dad if he also wanted him to fix the tire on the “Red” car:  mine.

I went out to take a look, thinking I had lost some air when I “popped” the tire earlier, only to find that it was completely flat and had a tear in it about an inch long.

Long story short, I had to have the tired replaced and I was not able to pick up my cleaning person, which worked out well as she ended up unable to leave due to a delay and her ill grandmother.

Yeah, about like that…

Rather than get angry, I just shrugged the entire mess off.  My Dad looked at me and said, “It sure is lucky that you came here.”  I told him that it wasn’t luck; My life worked this way since I decided to Trust God to simply take care of things.

Synchronicity – Realize at this point that, there were so many different things that could have happened to have me not be at my parents’ house just when they were having a person over to fix their tire.  A person who was able to replace the tire within hours and without having the car towed.  Further realize that, had I driven on to wait at my cleaning person’s house (as I had thought about) I would have been stranded on back roads with a flat tire and being disabled to boot.  Also see that had I not had to wait until 11, I would not have mailed the package for Amazon and it would not have been mailed that day at all, making it late and messing up my ratings.  And, finally, understand that the entire ordeal brought me back home about the time I would, normally, have gotten up from my nap and finished the same couple of tasks (ie: no time was lost).

This is the way my life truly goes now.  I don’t worry much.  I won’t say I never worry, but it is so much less that my blood pressure is excellent most of the time.  I don’t get stress headaches and I feel relaxed and calm, for the most part.

It took a stroke for me to understand all of this and how great it is to live without the big worries about how things will work out.  I hope that this story and my blog, in general, help you a little in understanding without all the mess.  Live a good life: don’t worry.  God is watching over us.



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