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Author: Marie A Bailey
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Interesting idea for making it easier for readers to find content in your blog.
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S.K. Nicholl’s great review of Mark Paxson’s novel Weed Therapy!
My husband and I both read this book and talked about it for days. We have already recommended it to a friend who is in a bad relationship. With a “Part Two” added to this book, it has the potential to be a masterpiece in the self-help genre on relationships and I will tell you why:
I loved the craftsmanship in the way this book was written and the author’s writing style. The word pictures created were superb. The beauty of the well written story was magical. The novel really moved me in a deep and spiritual way. Mark Paxon’s insights and intuitions were well woven into this account of a man’s quest for understanding his own unhappiness. It reminded me that men, whom we often regard as the stronger, less emotional sex, really do have feelings, hopes, and desires.
The characters, both primary and ancillary are truly tangible. Kelvin…
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After much discussion, A of The D/A Dialogues and 1WriteWay (yours truly) decided to let their characters, D and Mary, meet for a date. For those readers new to this blog or The D/A Dialogues, Mary is a contemporary woman in a series about three widowed cousins who start a private investigation firm. D is a 1300-year-old Druid.
This is Part 1 of A Date with the Druid.
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Mary stood in front of the dark wooden door. The glass inset was opaque and tinted green so she couldn’t see through to the interior of the pub. She took a deep breath, pulled her mirror out of her Louis Vuitton knock-off wallet purse, and took one last look at herself. The streetlamp behind her set a halo about her short salt-and-pepper hair. Her face was in shadow. She sighed.
“Well, I promised her one date,” she muttered to herself as she clasped the door handle. “One date … with a Druid.” Mary pulled at the door, releasing heat scented with body odor and beer. She wrinkled her nose and walked in.
The pub was lively, with nearly every round table filled with people eating, drinking and talking, seemingly all at once. The bar before her was lined with every manner of backs and butts. Most of those at the bar were focused on the soccer game playing out on a telly stuck high up in a corner. The hazy yellow light of the dirty overhead lamps cast everyone and everything in a dull glow. It seemed that no one had noticed her walking in, and yet she felt eyes on her.
Off to her left, there was a sense of someone watching. She turned and there, in a corner, sitting alone but for a bouquet of red and white roses and a pint of dark ale, was he. The Druid. The … man … that Mary had agreed to meet. He stood up as Mary approached the table. Oh my, she thought, he’s taller than I imagined.
His hair was long and dark and, to her relief, he wore clothes, a long dark coat and pants. Mary had only seen the drawing of the Druid on The D/A Dialogues and had been anxious that he would show up dressed, or undressed rather, pretty much as he was in the drawing.
The Druid looked down at Mary and smiled, his dark eyes peering into her blue. Mary felt her knees ready to buckle.“Hi! You must be D!” Mary knew her voice was a bit too loud as she thrust her hand out in front of her.
The Druid’s smile deepened. He took her hand but instead of shaking it, as he knew Mary expected him to, he gently turned it and kissed the top. Her skin was cool, no doubt from the chilly night air outside the pub, but his lips were warm. Mary shivered slightly with the kiss and firmly but slowly withdrew her hand.
D pulled a chair out for her and, with a slight nervous laugh, Mary sat down. God, I’m acting like a schoolgirl, she thought as the Druid took a seat to her right.
“What would you have to drink, my lady?” He still had that all-knowing smile, as if he could read her thoughts. Mary started to feel annoyed. She was in love with Randy. No Druid, no matter how tall, dark and well-muscled, could interfere with that. Not to mention that he was much too old for her, several centuries too old.
“A glass of Chardonnay, thank you.” She smiled back at him, revealing her perfect white teeth. The Druid snapped his fingers, ordered another pint for himself, the Chardonnay for Mary when the server came. Then he leaned in.
“I’ve heard so much about you. You are more beautiful than my imagination allowed. You remind me of a wench … I mean, a woman I knew, oh, a couple of centuries ago. She was feisty, very independent. But she could not resist me.” He gave her a large smile, revealing his perfect white teeth. Mary bristled.
“Really, I … is that a compliment, somehow?”
“Oh, indeed, my good lady. Ah, here are our drinks.” He paused to attend to the bill, and Mary was relieved that he wasn’t running a tab. She didn’t want to have to deal with a drunk Druid.
“So how is it a compliment? I mean, really, we’ve only just met and yet you imply that I will not be able to resist you.”
The Druid leaned back in his chair, his dark woolen coat falling open, revealing his broad, toned, naked chest. Mary grabbed her Chardonnay and took a big gulp. I love Randy, I love Randy, she started chanting in her head.
“The only woman I know that has so far resisted me is A, and I believe that’s simply because I live in her head. One cannot have an affair with a figment of one’s imagination. However …” The Druid leaned forward and grabbed Mary’s hand. “However, since we are both figments of imagination …”
Mary pulled her hand away so abruptly that she almost knocked her wine over.
“Nevertheless,” she said as she tried to steady her breathing. “I am in love with someone. I am not about to cheat on him.”
The Druid picked up the bouquet of roses and held them out to her. “Has your lover ever given you flowers as beautiful as these? Has his lips burned a kiss onto your hand, as I have? Oh, yes, dear lady, I felt you shiver with that kiss.”
Mary took another gulp of wine. She was going to have to have a long talk with 1WriteWay, her author. She studied her glass, wondering why it was empty so quickly and, more importantly, how to extricate herself from this large, overbearing, egotistical hunk of a man.
To be continued …
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Will Mary yield to the … charms (?) of the Druid? Will the Druid find himself with wilted roses and a glass of Chardonnay thrown in his face? Will either character ever speak to their authors again? Let us know what you think, dear Reader. Where should this story go?
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From Seumas Gallacher: heartfelt post about those behind the success of a self-published author.
…there’s a pivot-point when ye’re writing yer novel… when ye see a wee glimmer at the end of the lo-o-o-o-o-ong tunnel… a sense that the seemingly interminable slog to get to scribble ‘the end’is almost over… it can be reaching a certain WURD count… or having passed through the story building blocks en route to the final down-slope slalom to the finishing line… there’s an exhilaration… an added soupcon of adrenaline in the laptop finger-tapping… it feels GREAT!… I reached that narrative nexus earlier this week, and the effect’s still pumping through my quill-scraper veins… now it occurs to me to do my usual stepping-away-from-what-yeez-expect-an-author-to-do… y’see, most people wait until the book’s published to acknowledge all the good and wonderful people who’ve contributed to the masterpiece… yeez know the kinda stuff… ‘…I’d like to thank my agent, editor, publisher, hairdresser, etcetera…’ …except in these giddy days of…
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A truly entertaining guest post by Seumas Gallacher on Chris The Story Reading Ape!
Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog
…from neophyte computer Jurassic to Trumpeter Extraordinaire for the SOSYAL NETWURKIN WURLD… what a helluva trip!…
…the mail message looked innocent enuff… the Story Reading Ape’s missive simply asked for a Guest Blog piece to tell people about myself… easy, right?… not so fast, Sherlock… remember the immortal lines from my slightly more famous countryman, the poet, Robert Burns… ‘…O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us, To see oursels as ithers see us…’ …and therein lies the quandary… Auld Rabbie’s WURDS were from his poem,‘To A Louse’ …p’raps some aptness in that… whatever the rest of the planet may think of me and my WURKS, here’s how it’s been of late…
… some 60+ years ago, my Ma birthed me in the same street in Dockside Govan in Glasgow as Sir Alex Ferguson, he of Manchester United fame… he’s older than me by 6 years, has tons…
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A very funny post on movie pet peeves. Apparently a theme for this Monday ;)
My friend, John W. Howell, is a funny man and made a post today about what not to do when on a movie date. I got to thinking about my movie pet peeves. So, upon request, I’m going to make a silly list:
- The cellphone! I can handle vibration mode because for all I know the person is really, really lonely. Who am I to judge? Just turn the brightness down, buddy. It’s a strange annoyance, but noticing a glowing fucking light to the side while watching the movie is distracting. Besides, if you’re going to play Angry Birds instead of watch the movie, have some fucking skill in it.
- Kicking of my seat. Funny thing is that I can take it from kids as long as the parent tries to stop them. Not parental move then I get annoyed and will glance back with a ‘I will dump…
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Here is the Fourteenth installment of Ten Top Lists of What Not to Do by Marie Ann Bailey of 1WriteWay at http://1writeway.com and John W. Howell of Fiction Favorites at http://johnwhowell.com. These lists are simu-published on our blogs each Monday. We hope you enjoy.

10. When at the movies on a date, refrain from buying the biggest popcorn and soda even if you are really hungry. Your date will probably prefer to hear your stomach grumble than hear you belch and burp through the sex scenes that rival Last Tango in Paris.
9. When at the movies on a date, do not use your smartphone to play a quick game of Tetris while the theatre runs advertisements for coke and candy. Unless your date is also ignoring you, ignoring your date while you achieve the next level might find you leaving the theater alone.
8. When at the movies on a date, refrain from giggling during any explicit sex scenes in the movie. At best your date might just think you’re prudish and shy about sex. At worst, your date might think the giggling stems from an intention to replicate the scenes at your place later.
7. When at the movies on a date, refrain from giggling during bloody violent scenes in the movies. At best your date might think you’re a bit juvenile. At worst, your date might think the giggling stems from an intention to replicate the scenes back at your place.
6. When at the movies on a date, do not talk loudly to your date during the movie. You might wind up being given a shower of sticky buttery popcorn and flat coca-cola by the movie-goers around you or worse a flashlight in the face and request to leave by a big usher named Tiny.
5. When at the movies on a date, do not merely put your smartphone on silent mode but turn it off completely. The buzzing from your phone’s vibration mode will likely cause your date to wonder about who’s calling and other people in the theater to continually check their own phones. Once the audience realizes the buzzing phone is yours, you may be on the hook for everyone’s refund since you caused them to miss most of the movie. The worst part is you will never be able to explain who was doing all the calling.
4. When at the movies on a date, refrain from sitting in dead center of the theater if you know that you will need to exit frequently to use the restroom after downing that thirty-two ounce Big Gulp. Your date will likely not appreciate having your butt block the view of the screen each time you leave, but others in the theater audience may take such exception as to purposely trip you as you try to step over their feet leading to an unexpected arrival of the Big Gulp.
3. When at the movies on a date, do not start reciting the movie dialogue just because you’ve seen it several times already. Unless you and your date are watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show, you will likely wind up with your date moving to another row far away or worse, the belief that you have had a number dates at the same movie.
2. When at the movies on a date, avoid choosing a film that has a good likelihood of causing you to become sick to your stomach, such as The Blairwitch Project or the iMax version of Martin Scorsese’s Shine a Light. At best, you will simply feel like throwing up during the whole movie. At worst, you may actually find yourself throwing up on the row in front of you, which will probably ruin any chances of another date and a demand to pay the cleaning tabs.
1. When at the movies on a date, do not assume that because other people are present, this would be a safe place in which to break up with your date. At best, the show that your date will put on might be more entertaining than the film itself. At worst, you may wind up with both a shower of popcorn, Milk Duds and soda and a court date for disturbing the peace.
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Now available on Amazon: Bitterroot, the sequel to Pipe Dreams, by Destiny Allison!
I’m so psyched to announce that Bitterroot has been released and is now available on Amazon! It will be available on all platforms by the end of the month (just a little crazy busy right now). I hope you check it out and take the time to leave a review.Here’s the description:
Edenton is a waste of rubble and ash, Vanessa has a secret, and the designers are still at large. Until they’re dead, she’ll never be free. In this exciting sequel to Pipe Dreams, Vanessa lays claim to her legacy and teams with McGrath to take them down, but the betrayal runs deeper than she thinks. Lewis also escaped the island and the Priscilla virus is almost ready for release. As the pieces come together, Vanessa must decide what’s more important — vengeance or family.
Praise for Pipe Dreams
“Allison’s voice has been described as poetic or lyrical…
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