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Castle Gate Press

Today Writer Wednesday features tips on finding new reads from the founders of a new enterprise: Castle Gate Press.

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How do you find new books you want to read?

Somewhere out there is a new author you’ll love, you can depend on that.  But with 600,000 to one million titles published just in the U.S. every year these days, how do you find him or her?

I’ve got some ideas. There’s the obvious: we all take recommendations from people we know very seriously.

Possibly less obvious: Amazon lists books that were bought together with you are looking at. So, locate a book you like on Amazon and scroll down to “Customers who bought this item also bought…” This can be a great way to locate authors who write similar books to one you like.

You can get active on Goodreads.com, a huge site that brings readers together and encourages us to write reviews and recommend books for each other.  Another site to check out: WhatShouldIReadNext.com .

What about all those author voices on the Internet? Hundreds of thousands of authors are out to get your attention for their books. But who do you take seriously? You can locate a favorite author and follow his or her Facebook page to learn more and meet others. You may find new authors this way too.

Oftentimes, publishers will target a particular reader niche or genre. Authors who’ve been published by a third party have had their work evaluated and found good, as opposed to self-published authors who sometimes skip some editing steps. You may be able to identify a publisher who turns out the kind of books you like, and you can read a variety of authors from there with confidence. – Phyllis Wheeler

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Castle Gate Press is a new independent publishing company focusing clean fiction with a touch of the fantastic. You’ll find engaging characters, twisty plots, and something odd going on: time travel, science experiments gone weird, supernatural beings, a bit of fantasy, or whatever. It’s run by a couple of homeschooling mom veterans, Suzanne Hartmann and Phyllis Wheeler, who both love reading and writing fiction with a touch of the fantastic, and who love editing too.

While Castle Gate Press’s books won’t be available until next year, you can find flash fiction, photo caption challenges, and other reader-oriented items on Fridays on its blog. Go ahead and sign up to have blog posts emailed to you, and you’ll always know the latest news!  http://www.castlegatepress.com/blog

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Small Town USA

Today we welcome our first guest in a series of Writer Wednesdays. So pour a cup of your favorite beverage and enjoy thoughts from my friend and fellow author, Lynn Cahoon.

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I started in a small town. I walked to school, knew all my neighbors, and had my choice of not one, but two mom and pop stores where you could get tons of candy for a few coins. (Yes, now I’m aging myself.) But then my mom moved us out to the country when she remarried. Now, my closest neighbor was a half mile away, I rode a school bus for over an hour to get to school, and shopping was a Saturday only chore.

When I moved from Idaho a few years ago to Illinois, I wasn’t expecting to move back into a small town. Highland Illinois could be Small Town America, USA. The park square in the middle of town hosts a weekly peanut butter and jelly day. There are two summer parades that run through town, marching bands, classic cars, and farm equipment leading the way. They have an outdoor pool, closed for swim lessons in the early morning.  And they play host to the county fair with corn dogs, animal barns, and a dirt track race, including a tractor pull.

My bull rider series is starts in a small mountain town famous for the annual rodeo. A town kids plan on escaping. But somehow, they always pull you back in.

Are you from a small town? Or does the big city seem like home to you?

Lynn

The Bull Rider’s Brother -Shawnee, Idaho is known for two things.  Amazing salmon fishing and the first local rodeo of the summer.  For four friends, growing up in Shawnee, meant one thing, making plans to get out. Years later, that wish has been granted for all but one.  What happens when they all get together again changes five lives.          Bull Rider's Manager

Lynn Cahoon is a contemporary romance author with a love of hot, sexy men, real and imagined. Her alpha heroes range from rogue witch hunters to modern cowboys. And her heroines all have one thing in common, their strong need for independence. Or at least that’s what they think they want. http://www.lynncahoon.wordpress.com

November 30, 1993

President Bill Clinton signed a bill into law on this date.

Like many new laws, this one brought out public debate on both sides of the issue. Voices still shout out on occassion on the topic.

It’s my right! – One viewpoint yells on the airwaves.

This saves innocent lives! – Others counter.

The formal name of the law I’m referencing is Brady Handgun Violence Prevention Act.

The violent incident which injured the man the bill is named after – and others, including President Ronald Reagan – occured on March 39, 1981.

As you can see by an inspection of the dates, this was not a hasty, rushed piece of legislation. Introduced in the House of Representatives in February 1993, the bill is intended to prevent convicted criminals, drug addicts, and diagnosed mentally ill indiviuals from purchasing firearms. Much discussion of waiting periods and background checks filled the committee meetings and floor debate.

Is this a perfect solution?

No, read the police section of any large metropolitan newspaper and you’ll find record of gunshots fired or weapons shown to threaten.

Should we repeal it to unrestricted ownership?

That’s not a solution in a country as large and densely populated as the United States.

This leaves us with compromise. Give and take. Accomodation. Adjustment.

I leave you with the idea that citizens should encourage lawmakers to practice that most rare of attributes – Common Sense – when writing and passing legislation.

 

 

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Sights and sounds along the downtown section of the the St. Louis levee vary with the season.

Fair weather and summer bring the most visitors. They explore the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial (The Arch) grounds and dine at a fine selection of sites in the restored buildings of Lacledes Landing.

One thing I always want to check is the Clark statue. Installed in 2006 to commerate the return of Lewis and Clark from their trip of Western exploration it stands on the levee in the shadow of the Eads Bridge.

A perfect position to judge the rise and fall of the Mississippi River. Unofficial, a good conversation starter – the water is up to Clark’s…….

...with dry feet in late September

...hat in early July

The Morning After

One Friday night recently our city hosted a baseball game with their strongest rival.

That same Friday I concluded a meeting downtown a short time before the game ended. My light rail stop hosted only a pair of us for the route west. The next stop, outside of the baseball stadium, we collected enough subdued fans to comfortablely fill the car. I held my curousity close – dare I tap on on the shoulder and aske the score? Ignorance was good in this case – the home team lost and these were fans leaving early. The big rush would be following.

The next morning I return for the next portion of my meeting. I exit the light rail in the underground station four blocks from the hotel. I climb the steps, past the lone individual liquor bottle (it moved a few steps from yesterday) and through stale beer scented air to the sidewalk.

The fans celebrate – win or lose – when the Cardinals host the Cubs!

Ooooops!

I can’t believe it happened!

The clues are all there, beginning with three cars pulled to the shoulder. One glance and an experienced driver could recite the events.

The lead car wears a marred rear bumper. The second vehicle received the worst of it, a mashed in grill and wrinkled hood. The third auto blinks the red and blue lights of a police sedan.

Insurance information recorded, accident report form filled in, the drivers and passengers wait to resume their weekday. The officer distributes the papers, exchanges a few words and the first car drives away. The second car pulls out slowly, pulls the patrol car along by an invisible string to the first driveway and roomy parking lot.

My teacher, boss, spouse – won’t believe why I’m late this morning.

After the Rain

The morning air is fresh washed from rain during the dark hours.

The shower is over now, the sky clearing, clouds drifting east and out of sight. It makes for a fine walk, in this mild, late summer air with the dust removed. Plants lift leaves high after their welcome drink and grass sparkles with lingering drops. Robins probe for worms and squirrels bound across the lawns. Are they seeking a friend for a game of tag?

I nod and exchange greetings with other walkers. My route is almost complete as I head for the final length of sidewalk. A quick duck of my head under a young tree reaching over the cement is in order.

Whoosh!!!

Mr. Squirrel leaps to the springing branch, shakes the leaves and their remaining water on top of my head and to the ground before he darts back to the trunk to climb higher.

Flying High

Dependable.

Each morning on my walk I see them. One by the bank. A pair over the shopping center. Another pair in front of the church.

It would be easy to take them for granted. Or think of them only in their usefulness in reflecting the strength and direction of the wind. Would that be wise? No, these are not just bright colored banners.

Our nation’s symbol should remind us, if even for only a moment, of who we are and where we are. Others have gone before us. Some at great sacrifice to serve this flag of ours. More are to come. Let us hold it high, out of the grime of petty disagreements, and give honor where due.

Rain or shine. Wind or calm.

Dependable.

Flying High

Made with Love

Decades ago a young man with a young wife worked a job which supplied their needs but little extra.

Months passed. The man saw a date looming, a special day which would require a gift for which he had no money.

He worked through lunches. Found scrap and began to cut, smooth, and connect. He put it together with bits of time and thought. He adjusted and fussed with it to the distraction of his machinist co-workers. But he perservered.

The day dawned like any other. The man went to work. The woman performed her daily tasks. At the end of the day he brought it home, hung it on the porch for the wind to play and sing out his love for her.

Happy First Anniversary Sweetheart!

Made with Love

Pool during School

Bright sunshine reflects off the smooth surface. Where have they gone?  The splashers. The swimmers. The faithful sun and water worshipers?

School started recently. Long summer days continue, keeping the pool refreshing as always. Morning brings the maintenance worker. Faithful mature citizens intent to keep an excerise routine follow in the morning hours.

Late morning and early afternoon the water rests.

Wait! A big yellow bus releases students. More come walking from the opposite direction.  In the late afternoon they come to expell their energy after hours of manners and control in the classroom.

Swimmers and splashers don’t linger now. Shadows grow long and they come to the edge, drip, and reach for a towel. Time to go – supper and homework await.

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