Sunday Brunch – 11/21/2010

It’s been a hectic week between trying to crawl my exhausted self to the finish line of Meter Maids Eat Their Young and jumping back onto the promo wagon for Stealing The Marbles.

Jayne, my editor over at Rebel, who has had to doff a PR hat to go with her Editors hat, got me a nice plug over at Pontos World, a Greek ex-pat site in Australia.

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It occurred to me the other day that we rarely know what influence we might have on those fellow humans who cross our path in one way or another. I know that whenever I find myself in a foul mood, or a mood I simply do not want to be in at that moment, a line from a guy named Lars, who I met briefly in 2000, always comes back to me. He would always say: “If you don’t like the tape playing in your head, change the tape”. That line has helped me more than I imagine Lars could ever know.

I’m thinking of this because of a recently read post on Twitter, or maybe it was Facebook. The poster said that they had to go take their dogs on a p-mail run. I have no idea if this person actually read Stealing The Marbles but there is a scene in there that describes the whole p-mail thing. Did they get it from there, or was this a like idea occurring in another at the same time? I doubt I’ll ever know.

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My friend Bonnie Turner’s Drum Dance is now available at the Amazon Kindle store. The Tree Book version should be available soon. I read Bonnie’s Face the Winter Naked and really enjoyed it. Both are a great gift idea for christmas and, at $2.99 USD, it won’t break the bank.

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And, speaking of christmas gift ideas, copies of Stealing The Marbles isn’t a bad one. Or, if you want an amusing, non-fiction read, Secrets of the Golden Gate Bridge is available for download. Barring that, Amy Sue Nathan has some great gift ideas for writers over at the Backspace blog STET! I have several of the T-shirts from Cafe Press she mentions and they never fail to elicit a comment. Check it out.

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Lest we forget, tomorrow is the 47th anniversary of the assignation of John F. Kennedy. For those readers of this blog who were alive at the time, and old enough to be aware, it’s one of those days where you never forget where you were at the moment it happened. I was 15 at the time. That day found me at home, watching Soupy Sales on the TV and preparing for my move from Detroit to Florida to live with my mom. Looking back, I have always seen it as a dark omen to what turned out to be, for me, a comedy of errors, frustration, fear and the start of a long held prejudice for anything south of the Mason/Dixon line.

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