Tonight on the Write Stuff — Four Years of Write!

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Four years of you.

Four years of me.

Four years of us.

Four years of Write!

We’ve been together now for four yeas as we’ve talked and interviewed authors worldwide. I can’t tell you how thankful I am for your suppot and for your help in making Write Stuff what this show is. It’s a ministry, an access point, a guide, a tool,  it’s whatever you need it to be. We’ve talked to authors all over the world and our goal is to continue to do that. Connecting readers to great authors. Helping authors get exposure.

Join me and my returning guest Rachel Rossano as we host the fourth year celebration! You can call in at 646-668-8485, and pres 1 to be live on air. Or, download Sticher on your mobile device. Sign in the Blogtalk Chatroom or click on the link here. Come on! Let’s celebrate!


Rachel Rossano specializes in clean romantic fiction set in historical-feeling fantasy worlds. She also dabbles in straightforward historical romance and not-so-strict speculative fiction. A happily married mother of three children, she divides her time between mothering, teaching, and writing. She endeavors to enchant, thrill, entertain, and amuse through her work. A constant student, she seeks to improve her skills and loves to hear from readers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Creating Another Generation of Writers — Interviewing Young Authors

 REFLECTIONS OF THE DAY

I was honored to be invited again by the Michigan Reading Association to interview a new crop of young authors.  The MRA allowed me this opportunity last year and you can listen to the details of that experience here. If I thought for one moment I would get used to the insight and talent that came from this years crop of wordsmiths, I would be joyfully disappointed. These young authors astounded me from the youngest to the oldest. From all different backgrounds and situations, they shared a piece of themselves with each word.

Last year, my father-in-law helped with memorializing the event. This year, my husband helped me out and we decided to do video interviews.

The day started out with a leisurely drive to Grand Rapids from Detroit. We passed a number of farms and wide, open spaces as we traversed down the highway. About three hours later, we arrived at the small, bustling hub of downtown Grand Rapids.

We arrived at the Amway Grand Hotel. The experience there gave new meaning to the word ‘luxurious’. The hotel has two sides to it (like people): a traditional 1920’s inspired grandeur and a modern, contemporary side.  Walking into the hotel, the sheer vastness of the place manages to encapsulate you.

High ceilings and hanging chandeliers capture your admiration. We entered the 1920’s side of the hotel, and I was transported to that time period. I imagined men and women dressed in the attire of the day, strolling the opulent rooms halls of the hotel. I don’t travel too often, but if I did, the service at the Amway would be the yardstick I’d measure everyone else by. From the check-in staff to the bag attendant, everyone exhibited a high level of service.

We travel up to the 19th floor in the soundless elevator. As it rises higher and higher into the air,  the stellar view of the waterfront takes your breath away.The water resemble crystals under the bright glare of the afternoon sun. It’s like a bay of diamonds. Everything is simply quite lovely.

For some reason, I found it funny  the room number assigned to us was 1993. I have no idea why I took a picture of it.

After a quick stop, we travel through the hotel to find the room where I’ll be interviewing the next great writers of the century. I got quite a work out as we went around the place. I must have lost five pounds that whole weekend!


The next morning, it’s time to work and do what we can do encourage the young authors of today to continue their dreams tomorrow. Last year, the venue was at Cobo Hall, in the center of downtown Detroit. This year, at the Amway, the kids had a chance to really have one on one attention which helped to make the interview process more intimate and personal which I really enjoyed.

How inspiring to see so many kids lined up to share their stories with me! From a very smart turkey to using positive emotions for a loved going through cancer, each author brings words to enhance the day. One of the questions I asked each other was how would the encourage other kids to read. In the videos you’ll see, a common thread is the awakening of the imagination, a kindling of the mind, or releasing strong emotion. Each time I sat with them, I was so thankful to be able to a part of this. As a writer, I enjoy writing and losing myself. But this day, I lost myself in their words, their dreams, and their worlds.

As a special surprise, I talked to a good friend of mine who narrates speculative fiction stories on his podcast. I reached out to him and asked if he wouldn’t mind recording some of the pieces for the kids. He recorded some select pieces which you can hear by clicking on the link here. More will be available as he has time. Yeah!

I want to thank Karen Allmen for her coordination of the event.  It always a pleasure to have someone who really is working to help eradicate illiteracy from the state of Michigan one child at a time.

At the end of the day, I drove home, tired and yet invigorated. After all, I interviewed the next J. K. Rowling before anyone knew them!

The interviews are broken up into three links:

Part One: https://youtu.be/yfbhnZUBsS8

Part Two: https://youtu.be/aOj0Bbfh0j0

Part Three: https://youtu.be/MzfOPELyByI

 


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YOUNG AUTHORS GALLERY

My First Rollercoaster by Lillian Natushko
December by Jacob William Johnstone
A Day with Donuts by Ava Gedert
Emotions by Miguel Dealca
Frozen in the Snow by Natalie Schlaud
Jane’s Adventure by Ava Sherman (narrated by Nathan James)
The Wonderful Life of the Turkey by Nathan Lantzy (narrated by Nathan James)
Dyslexia Makes Me Dizzy by Emma Reich
Snakezilla by Maximilian Wisniewski (narrated by Nathan James)
The Lost Unicorn by Emma Jacob (narrated by Nathan James)
Halloween Happiness by Sophia LaBrecque
The Necklace Story by Dayvon Watts
The Secret of Ergon by Meredith Tipton (narrated by Nathan James)
What It’s Like to be Homeschooled by Karma Coleman
Sick Komix by Matthew Mitchell
Scared by Kyla Ramsey
The Day I Went Up in a Hot Air Balloon by Olivia Hayes
Friendship by Layla Williams
It’s Such a Beautiful Day by Grace Alexander
The Day of the Fire by Bria Loveday
The Beauty of a Dragonfly by Madison Wiegand
Farm Treasure by Annalise Gauthier

*Other works narrated:
Rachel Brodi Jack and the Evil KingGaret Gertsch Magic Steve and Jester Emily Dennis Haley the HedgehogTaylor Mauldin Be Unique, Like MeLucas Nguyen The Invasive Pigs

Phoenix McCreadie Sirius

Arianna Crossley Junai

 

Cover Reveal! Time to Say Goodbye by Parker J Cole #EXCERPT

Time To Say Goodbye

The interesting thing about this book is that it’s the first book I’ve written to date where I didn’t have a title in my head. Titles change and I get that but usually the title of the story comes to mind easier than the ‘script itself. At any rate, I scrambled around for weeks searching for the perfect caption of this story. I peeked under rocks, scoured under the bed, and pulled open ever cabinet to find it.

Alas, that came to nothing.

When the title came to me, I wasn’t even looking for it. I happened to be listening to this song:

As Andrea and Sarah’s beautiful voices lifted into the air, it struck my head that this was it!

Look for my newest book and the second in the Michigan Sweet romance volumes at the end of this month!


EXCERPT

Though tears blurred Gargi’s sight, they could not mask the massive form as it stood outside the curtains. Hastily she swiped at her eyes. “What did you just say?” she repeated.
The man, hidden somewhat behind the drapes pushed them aside and stepped inside the secluded space. The area seemed to shrink in response to his tall, wide girth.
“I said I hope he rots.” The unmistakable note of pure, unadulterated sincerity scratched her already frayed nerve endings.
Maybe in other circumstances, at some other time and place, Gargi would have been alarmed by the idea of some strange man staring and peeking at their misery. Yet the last few hours had taken its toll on her. Dev’s condition threatened his survival. If he lived—
If he lived…
The idea, the thought of ‘if’ wrenched a sob from her.
Dear Jesus, please let my brother live. Don’t take him from me.
“Get out of here!” she screeched. “I don’t know who you are and frankly I don’t care. Just go.”
The man took another step toward her. She felt the intrusion of her personal space like a palpable insertion. He topped Dev by several inches. Broad shoulders, wide chest, and long arms with meaty hands. His hazel brown eyes contrasted with the red gold of his hair. A well-groomed beard and mustache framed the lower half of his jawline.
“I’m going to go.” The man’s voice had a gruff drawl to it. “You don’t have to know my name but I will tell you someone else’s name. Alma Bertha Reckley. She may not mean a thing to you and that piece of trash lying there but she means the world to me.”
He stabbed a long, thick finger at Dev’s prone figure. “That worthless scum stole my mama’s life savings. So, I’ll say it again. I hope he rots.”
Fire burned her skin like lava flow. A fine trembling wracked her limbs. This man, whoever he was, had no idea what he was talking about.
“My brother,” she gritted out, “did not steal anything from anyone. He was set up. There were four others involved in this scheme and they implicated him.”
“Baloney,” the man scoffed, his thin, narrow brows arching over his intent hazel brown eyes. “If he were set up, then where are these so-called conspirators? Nowhere to be found.”
Gargi stalked over to the man, barely conscious of her actions. All she knew was that she wanted to shut him up.
“Perhaps you don’t understand English well. My brother is innocent. He gave everything of himself to others. Orphanages, charities, churches, the list goes on.” Her arms flung wildly into the air. “How can a person that be the type to rob anyone?”
The man snorted. “People who don’t work for their money tend to part with it faster than those who do. Else, why spend a million dollars on a sports car?”
A haze of red blurred her vision. She snarled like a wild animal. “Get out! You have no right to be here.”
The man’s eyebrow lifted again in an arrogant way that infuriated her. Could he see the steam coming out of her ears? Why wasn’t he running away from the violent urges she fought to contain?
“I think I have every right. I want to see him either rot or do the time the good people of the U. S. of A. justice system ordered him to do.”
Every muscle in her face tightened until she thought she’d turn to stone. “Get out of here now before I call security.”
He shrugged. “Go right ahead.”