Saturday, February 16, 2019

Hurray, Nick Wilford's Newest Book is Out!

Title: Corruption
Author: Nick Wilford
Genre: YA dystopian Series: Black & White Series #: 2 of 3
Release date: 11th February 2019
Publisher: Superstar Peanut Publishing
Blurb:
Wellesbury Noon and Ezmerelda Dontible have found themselves in a position where they can make their native land somewhere that lives up to its name: Harmonia. However, they’re setting their sights further afield for their number one task: eradicating the disease that has plagued the neighbouring country of Loretania for generations and allowed the privileged Harmonians to live in a sterile environment.

After dispatching a team of scientists to Loretania, armed with cratefuls of an antidote and vaccine and headed up by their friend, Dr George Tindleson, Welles, Ez, and Welles’s brother Mal – who grew up in that benighted nation – start to worry when they hear nothing back, despite what they had agreed. Commandeering a fishing boat to follow the science team over the sea, they soon find that, while the disease may be on the way out, a new kind of infection has set in – the corruption they thought they had stamped out in Harmonia.

Can they get to the root of the problem and eliminate it before even more damage is done to an innocent people?

*** Warning – this book contains themes that some sensitive readers may find upsetting. ***

Purchase Links:
Meet the author:
Nick Wilford is a writer and stay-at-home dad. Once a journalist, he now makes use of those early morning times when the house is quiet to explore the realms of fiction, with a little freelance editing and formatting thrown in. When not working he can usually be found spending time with his family or cleaning something. He has four short stories published in Writer’s Muse magazine. Nick is also the editor of Overcoming Adversity: An Anthology for Andrew. Visit him at his blog or connect with him on Twitter, GoodreadsFacebook, or Amazon.


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I hope to post a review of the book soon. Nick Wilford is a gifted writer.

Doesn’t he have an award winning smile?

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Saturday, February 9, 2019

Pimping My Boys


It’s been a while since I shared anything about Palaye Royale. This post’s title is how my husband phrases my proclivity for mentioning them to pretty much everyone, including complete strangers.

As I type this, my new PR shirt is out for delivery. It promotes the single “Dying in a Hot Tub” off their newest “Boom Boom Room (Side B)” album. The font, colors, and overall design are pretty.

I like that the back sports their name and cool logo. Strangers are not likely to read the front of a woman’s shirt. If I do, and like the design and/or statement, I make a point to express appreciation.


Meanwhile, the video is good, too. Folks speculate that the ending symbolizes fans saving the band from giving up on their dream.


Do you read what is printed on other peoples’ garments?

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Friday, February 8, 2019

Jezebel the Lap Cat (?!)

Our cat Jezebel keeps amazing me. Today as I sat on a couch editing story using my laptop, she got on the armrest next to me, front paw tapping my keyboard. Curious, I slid the computer toward my knees and she got on my blanketed lap.

Jezebel has never been a lap cat. ‘Her’ blanket is on the cushion opposite us.

What? I can change...
I think maybe she senses my ongoing upset over losing all those lovely tropical fish. Even more amazing, she is still here as I type this, and strangers are in the house. At long last, our heat pump is being repaired.

Now, how do I prevent a crick in my neck looking at the screen off to the side?

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Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Snuggle Buddy

With outside temperatures below zero degrees Fahrenheit and the house colder than normal to save money on the electricity bill, I felt uninspired to get out of bed early. Instead I turned on my Kindle Fire and found a book not read in several years.

Jezebel decided to join me. She’s not a lap cat and tends to hang around us on the periphery. The fact she curled up in the crook of my arm for a good two hours warmed my heart.

No Paparazzi, Please...
As I type this she has circled my seat several times, going from her kitty condo by the window to lay across the sofa cushions from me, then perching next to my arm. Now she’s settled on the back of this couch.

Who doesn’t like quiet companionship on a cold day?

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Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Things Are Looking Up (?)

Well, our perfectly fine 2013 Chevy Volt has been totaled by the insurance company. Hidden damage to a very important battery skyrocketed the cost to more than the vehicle’s monetary value. While disheartened, I’ve been assured by my husband it would probably never have driven the same again, anyway.

That car fit our lifestyle so well, and Volts are no longer in production, but my husband is willing to go pre-owned. The charging station mounted in our garage cost over a thousand dollars, providing serious incentive. He hopes we can afford a 2017 model, which would be an upgrade over 2013 technology.

We have to wait on the insurance reimbursement check, of course.

In other news, tomorrow our area is supposed to see the coldest temperatures of the season. So of course our heat pump acted up. ~sigh~ I am happy to report the repairman made it out within hours. And the $3,000 (US) replacement part (!) for our high end unit is under warranty. We hope it will come in for replacement on Friday.

Thank heaven the heat pump has an electric back-up!

Is it too paranoid of me to think the warranty company will find a way to weasel out of paying and make us foot the bill?

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Saturday, January 26, 2019

Truth Can Be Stranger Than Fiction – Or Reflect It? And a Joyous Report


Trying to escape my mental funk, I have been looking at the prose written during National Writing Month last November. It’s been interesting. And a tiny bit creepy.

Today I came to a half forgotten passage in which my character wrapped her car around a utility pole, set off the airbags, and suffered minor whiplash.

Now I’m going to share a rotten little confession. Exchanging messages with a dear local friend, I admitted hoping the hit-and-run driver is sitting in jail with, of all things, minor whiplash. He replied, “lol mean lol”.

I must reiterate my use of the word ‘minor’. ~nods~ My husband informed me that all her misdemeanors could result in a year’s imprisonment. It seems to me justice would better be served with the woman performing community service.

On a happy note, I saw both of my surviving kuhli loaches alive and (seeming) well this afternoon. The typhoid mollies kept taking food out of their mouths, though.

I didn’t even think mollies would eat algae tablets. ??? Tomorrow I’m going to bury those skinny, slippery little guys’ chow in an empty snail shell where the mollies shouldn’t fit.

Meanwhile, trying to find a photo of my kuhli loaches I could not. Instead, I located an unexpected one (below) taken in January of 2014 featuring my now deceased clown loach named Frack. Dark orange with black stripes, he is a bit out of focus (that lion fish to the right is artificial). I am amazed and a bit heartbroken to note how much he grew in the last five years.

RIP Little Frack
Do you think I should just populate my tank with more fakes?

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Friday, January 25, 2019

Still Naïve into Middle Age

Today my husband picked up Wednesday afternoon’s police report while I drove our rental car home. I honestly believe myself not to be at fault for that accident because the other driver sped up at the last second to (as my husband reports it) blow through what was already a light turning red.

I don’t recall either of us getting to make much of a statement to the officers on scene. Our insurance company asked me more questions. But authorities taking into custody someone with no auto insurance, an active arrest warrant, who was not legally licensed to drive and fled the scene of our accident believed her when she said the light was green.

Based on that alone, the report states, I’m being cited for an improper left hand turn. I’m sorry to be a downer, but this is disheartening. No doubt I’ll be fined on top of the fact we have to shell out a minimum $500 to (hopefully) get our car fixed. And who knows how long that will take.

Adding insult to injury, a driver on the way home from the collision center later forced me to hit the brakes to avoid the same scenario in reverse. I just pray there is no court summons over Wednesday’s debacle. Surely not, but I have no clue. And I lack the will to phone the police station to question.

I just want to get on with this life I’m lucky to have. It’s tempting to just dig a hole and crawl inside. Maybe I should purchase a dash camera.

Do you think I should just hole up for the rest of the month, maybe more, and try not to leave the house?

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