Love me them Palindromes!
Anyone else have fond childhood memories of Scholastic? I do. Particularly their book fairs, which were always something to look forward to every school year. Also, those colorful book flyers brought home to show your parents, who you would then plead with to please let you get “just one book!” ❤
Greetings, my bookish friends!
Today I received an email letting me know about Goodreads “Best Book” Choice Awards 2019!
I think you may be able to tell where I’m going with this. 😉
Right … So, if you happen to have bought and read my book and think it’s pretty awesome, if you would be so kind, please visit *Goodreads’ site via the link above. Once there, search for the ‘Poetry’ category. You will then be directed to a list of nominated poetry books which you can vote for. However … at the very bottom of the page, you should find a little box where you have the option to “write in” a nomination. There, you can put in my book’s title, irregardless, and cast your vote! Then, please also share your nomination via Facebook and Twitter, to further help spread the word.
Truly, you’ll have my undying gratitude! And maybe there’ll be cookies. But I can’t promise anything. 😛
*(you may need to sign-up for, or sign-in to your Goodreads account, in order to be able to see that little ‘write in’ box)
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My Friends and Followers,
Today, I find myself humbled. Humbled and forever flattered, by the kind words and heartfelt sentiments of what is written within this re-blogged post. For, it is far more than a mere “book review.”
Put simply, I have wept. Wept joyous tears at these beautiful poignant words. Words I have taken to heart, words which have touched my soul, words I shall cherish, all my days.
My sincerest thanks to you, my friend and Book Dragon, Drakon T. Longwitten.
~ Janine ~
Salutations my thrilling Thrakos and Thrakenas, I hope your Wednesday has gone swimmingly. Mine has, as we have had enough rain, that had I chosen to go out in it I’d have had to swim, rather than fly. I have been anxiously awaiting this moment all day to reveal to you this evening’s Gem. A multifaceted prism of multitudinous colours, it is beautiful, engaging and delightful. Turn it one way in the light it will cause a tear or two, turn it another, it will make you chuckle. A quick turn may make you think long and hard, another may cause you to breathe an “amen” before you realize it has escaped your lips.
This is “irregardless” by Gem Maker Janine Riker. A collection of poems based on free verse, its rhythms and rhymes go beyond the fluffy poetic at times, though some are just silly and fun…
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So, an unexpected ‘something’ arrived in the mail today … with instructions. Steps 3 & 4 are on the reverse side of the paper.
Just goes to show entering all those many book author’s giveaways on Facebook and Goodreads, can pay off. 😉
Color me intrigued. This should be fun!
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So, a blog I follow, Fractured Faith Blog, posted a really cool and fun little challenge – read about it here:
Of course, I’m going to participate. How could I not?
What follows, is my entry. And, once again, even it is not chosen, I shall include this ‘short story’ (of sorts) in the book I’m putting together with other such “tiny tales.” Enjoy!
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“The Naughty Wanderer from National Security”
He was just a man. A man working a job. Sure it wasn’t your basic ‘9-to-5er,’ but it paid the bills.
Then one day it all got to be too much – too many citizens-turned-terrorist, too many senseless almost bombings, too many good people gone bad – too much, too much.
And so … he just walked away. Didn’t even pack up his desk. Just left it as is. There wasn’t much of his stuff, of himself and who he was, there anyway. He preferred to keep his real life separate from this place, from his work.
Without a word to anyone, he walked to the elevator, took it down to the main floor, flashed his badge to leave, and exited the building. Never to look back.
See, that wasn’t exactly prescribed protocol. Wasn’t how it was supposed to be done. Not quite. “Well,” he thought to himself, “that was just too damn bad.”
And as he stood there on the cold hard sidewalk, gazing about at all the people coming and going, clueless in their certainty of ‘what was,’ he considered – what to do from here? There were options. Other jobs, for one. Places he hadn’t yet been. Friends to make he didn’t have. Maybe even a real life to be made, with a wife, and kids. Then again, maybe not. He knew first-hand the type of world he lived in, and the unseen dangers which lurked around every corner.
Not being one to overthink anything, he began walking, around the corner of the building he’d worked at for eight long years. And just kept right on walking.
Sure, they’d probably come after him. If nothing less than to ask why. Why? The why should be self-explanatory. What they all did there, their assigned duties, hardly seemed to make a difference. Most days it seemed as though the bad guys were winning. But then, if they didn’t do their jobs, if they didn’t push back against those same bad guys, weren’t they failing those whom they were sworn to protect?
It didn’t matter anymore, at least that’s what he told himself as he rounded yet another corner.
Maybe, it was time to switch sides. Or, simply appear to.
And as he passed by a face he recognized, recognized from a wall of such people he’d been staring at for years, someone who had no idea who he was; he smiled. A slow, sly, knowing smile. Pivoting lithely on one foot, he resumed his walk, following that face. Pursuing a different course, altering the direction of his life, becoming a wanderer in a new, and ever-changing landscape of possibility.
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As you know, I enjoy entering ‘legit’ writing competitions. While this isn’t something I do all the time, when a writing challenge comes along that I find worthwhile and fun, I go for it.
I happened upon two of these several weeks ago, and have already posted about one of the competitions I’d entered. I’m still waiting to hear back if I’ve won the 2020 Dogwood Literary Award for poetry and the $1000 prize that goes with it (::fingers crossed::), or if any of my entry poems were selected to be included in Dogwood’s journal publication (::toes crossed, too::). 😉
The other competition I just entered a couple days ago, was a contest involving a writing prompt. ‘Prose’ holds a month-long writing challenge every month, along with various other challenges, some created by members of their creative community. The writing prompt for September was – ‘The Tables, Turned. You (or your character) awaken to find your gender has been reversed. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.’ $100 prize for this one.
Instead of submitting poetry, this time, I wrote a short-story entitled, “Surprise! You’re a mother, father… uhm…” Even if ‘Prose’ doesn’t choose my submission, I will be including this story in an upcoming book of short-stories I’m slowly, and painstakingly, putting together; as inspiration strikes. 🙂
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