MarySmith’sPlace -Remembering Silvana

A lovely post from Mary Smith about the passing of her friend and artist Silvana McLean plus news of an exhibition in Dumfries & Galloway celebrating her style of creative art.

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Artist Silvana McLean sadly passed away last year and The Whitehouse Gallery in Kirkcudbright, south west Scotland is paying tribute to this wonderful artist with a solo exhibition of her work.

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As well as a large collection of Silvana’s prints and original paintings, there will also be items on loan from her family, such as a much treasured painting called ‘The Lighthouse’, which was part of Silvana’s school work, submitted in her application to Art School.

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Something very special to me will also be on display – a portfolio of Silvana’s prints accompanied by five of my poems. This was the result of an arts project on which Silvana and I collaborated.

In 2007 when we were commissioned by Scottish Natural Heritage to work on a project called ‘Voices of Glentrool & Merrick’ Silvana…

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February’s Speculative Fiction Prompt

A speculative fiction prompt from Diana from Myths of the Mirror

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For visually challenged writers, this is an image of an elephant in a snowstorm next to a little house that’s resting crookedly in a tree. A handful of white mice are on the roof of the house.

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Thank you to everyone who responded to January’s prompt. There are marvelous imaginations out there, and I loved reading and sharing your stories, poems, and artwork. Now, for something a little different! Above is February’s image. If interested, you have until February 21st to submit a response. Happy Writing!

Here’s how it works:

On the first of every month, I’ll post a speculative fiction prompt from Pixabay. These images are attribution free so you can use them on your blog without worrying about copyright restrictions.

Throughout the month, in order of receipt, I’ll reblog as many of your prompt-inspired creations as I can. And on the…

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Smorgasbord Poetry – Colleen Chesebro Weekly #Poetry Challenge – 121 – ‘Slow and Work’ – Double #Etheree

Beautiful poem both in form and content from Sally Chronin 8n response to Colleen Chesebro poetry challenge.

The Magician’s Blood is up for an award!!

Linda Hill’s The Magicians Blood is up for an award. Please share and vote!

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I’m so excited! Not only has The Magician’s Blood been nominated for the Reviewer’s Choice Award by the Paranormal Romance Guild, my entire series is up for an award too!

The PNR Guild is arguably the place to go to find excellence in paranormal romance. I was so happy last year when The Magician’s Curse won in the category of Gothic romance. This year, they have me in Fantasy-Demons, Devils and Angels, which actually fits better with the sub-genre of the second book.

But in order to win, I need your help. All you have to do is be signed in to your Google account and then go to the following link and vote:

https://www.paranormalromanceguild.com/2018-prg-reviewers-choice-awards-ballot/

My categories are about a third of the way down the page. Make sure you vote in both categories: once for the book and once for the series. You only get one chance to vote…

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Still Me ❤️ A message and a prayer. #AlzheimersAwarenessMonth #MentalHealth #jigsawpuzzles @PeacebyPiecePuz

Beautiful poem and details of some very special puzzles via Natalie Ducey#alzheimersawarenessmonth #mentalhealth #jigsawpuzzkes

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January is Alzheimer’s awareness month in Canada. ♥

STILL ME was written with deep respect for those living with Alzheimer’s and dementia, and their dear loved ones who know the journey well. I like to believe that although memories become fragmented and misplaced, the Soul never forgets. This is my hope and prayer.

When Nicole and I launched Peace by Piece Puzzles, it was important for us to include a puzzle with the verse STILL ME. Choosing the image was done was utmost care.

We have met so many wonderful, incredibly inspiring people who have shared their stories with us. This is an honour we hold very close to our hearts.

STILL ME

The photographs have faded
Held in hands that show my age
Memories I can’t recall
Words adrift from their page.

Familiar faces are elusive
But my eyes have served me well
It’s the mind that…

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 120, “Cold & Storm,” #SynonymsOnly

 

Colleen’s prompt words this week are cold and storm.

I have the perfect passage to share from my current, unedited WIP – Book Two – The Curse of Time, Golden Healer plus a Shadorma.

There is a very helpful post from Colleen on how to write Shadorma’s: https://colleenchesebro.com/how-to-write-a-shadorma-poem/

 

Glacial,

He stands clutching lies,

A tempest,

Shadow man,

My power inflames brightly,

Longing to soar free.

 

I had a strange feeling that something wasn’t quite right, I couldn’t begin to explain it but I sensed it. The sky hid behind a dark unapproachable veil of deceit. All the clouds had lost their cheerful fluffiness flattening like a pack of shuffled playing cards. A storm battered the sky as loud claps of thunder and heavy raindrops fell.

Half an hour after the storm, Ryder arrived, drenched through.

On the way to mine, he’d obviously been caught in a thunderstorm. I reckon the sky had clouded over about the time he had ventured out and within seconds a very heavy downpour had started. Not satisfied with rain alone loud claps of thunder had followed. The lightning could have hit him but must have opted to barely miss him by inches. When he arrived his clothes were soaked through and his carefully maintained hair was flattened against his head by the force of the rain. Water dripped from his hair and clothing into a growing puddle on the floor to form a strange shadow, a dark jigsaw shape at his feet, which appeared to move with his body.  I stepped back retreating from the threat of whatever this might be.

His usually arresting eyes were reduced to dark stagnant, pools.

He carried a bouquet of sad, tortured lilies. He handed them to me as a peace-offering. Their white flower heads were dripping and sodden.

The wet cuckoo from the play, that’s what I thought Ryder looked like! Could this be a warning, and if it was, would Ryder pay any attention? Somehow I doubted that he would.

‘These are in a bad shape,’ I said, a reluctant response escaping my lips. I longed to slam the door in his face but instead I held the thunder in my heart for later.

I let him in.

‘I’m not feeling too hot myself,’ he replied, that tiny detail was true.

I noticed Shadow watching him with interest, as if he was stalking a drowned shadow bird with weakened defences. Shadow’s whiskers pressed inwards, compressing in thought. He steeled himself, ready to pounce. Ryder saw the challenge, glared at him and uttered this inhuman, strangled noise. Shadow notched up the battle vibe with a ear-piercing hiss. 

Stop that caterwauling,’ I yelled. 

They heard my angry yell and backed off, but both of them were still blazing with an equally matched fury.

Jade heard the rumpus and appeared in a flash, eager to fuss over Ryder.

‘Are you okay?’

On cue he shivered. Shadow stood there trembling.

She asked for a towel and wrapped him in it as if she hoped to cocoon him from the elements. Shadow’s expression suggested that he would have liked the same treatment. Ignoring Shadow’s trembling she asked me for some clothes for Ryder to change into. Ryder disappeared into the bathroom to get changed. Shortly afterwards he came out looking like a new improved version of his usual charismatic self. Ugh, how irritating, somehow he managed to be even more handsome than usual, even though he was wearing unflattering, ill-fitting old clothes. It must have been the sleek, wet look of his hair.  

This wasn’t good. Jade slipped her arm through his and they wandered off to snuggle up on the sofa. Before long he was warmed by her attentions and sprang back to life. He gave me a challenging look. I returned it. In no time at all they were locked in a lingering kiss. I didn’t know where to look. I wondered if he tasted like fag ash. Not because he smoked – no he didn’t need to. From my experience he tasted sour with no effort.

© M J Mallon

 

To enter Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge here’s the link:

https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/01/22/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-120-cold-storm-synonymsonly/

Hope you enjoyed!

 

Bye for now,

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#SCBWI Author Event – Cambridge Meet Your Local Children’s Authors #Library #Authors #Illustrators #YA #MG #PB

I am thrilled to say that I am one of several SCBWI MG and YA authors and picture book illustrators at this very special event in the central library in Cambridge.

Doesn’t it sound just amazing?

If you happen to be in Cambridge on the 9th of February do pop over to the central library and say hello!

 

If you’re interested in finding out more about SCBWI, (a fantastic group for writers and illustrators.)  Here’s a link: https://www.scbwi.org/

 

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#Kidsbooks – The life of Roald Dahl

Great post from Robbie Cheadle about the wonderfully talented Roald Dahl.

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On 13 September 1916 one of the most popular children’s authors in the world was born in Llandaff, Wales, United Kingdom.

Roald Dahl was born to Norwegian parents, Harald Dahl and Sophie Magdalene Hesselberg, during a period in history that is commonly known as World War 1 or the Great War. He had two older sisters and two younger sisters as well as a half brother and sister from his father’s previous marriage.

At the young age of four, Roald’s older sister, Astri, died, followed by his father a few months later. This left his mother alone with six children to raise, one of which was still in-utero.

Roald stated his schooling at the local Cathedral school for boys and went on to Repton, a famous British Public School near Derby. His interesting days at Repton are depicted in his autobiography, Boy: Tales…

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Author Spotlight: C S Boyack – Voyage of The Lanternfish

 

A huge welcome to my guest – huge supporter of fellow authors C S Boyack.

Here’s Craig with his pint at hand!  I’m amused by the Get Frosted card to the right of the photo… An author’s eye can’t help but notice these intriging details.

It’s wonderful to welcome Craig  to my blog – I have been a guest featured on Lisa Burton Radio at his lovely blog home two times. He has an awesome blog which features the lovely robot interviewer Lisa. He is an imaginative and entertaining supporter of indie writers.

His latest book Voyage of The Lanternfish sounds very intriguing. So Craig, sup up that drink and spill the beans on your latest book.

Thanks for the invite, Marje. You’re always welcome back at my site too. I’m here today to talk about my newest book, Voyage of the Lanternfish.

Lanternfish is a pirate fantasy. It differs from classic fantasy, because gunpowder is involved. There are pistols, muskets, and cannon to go along with the magic and monsters.

Monsters are going to be the topic here today. No fantasy worth its salt should exist without monsters, and Voyage of the Lanternfish is no exception. This one is full of sea monsters and land monsters too.

One of the things I tried to avoid is a whole-bunch of what’s been done before. There is no Kraken or giant squid in this story.

There is a gigantic jellyfish, though. We’re talking big enough to get the ship stuck for weeks. This is a serious problem when you only have so much fresh water and limited food items onboard.

This thing is known as a whale trawler, and combs the surface of the ocean, letting its poisonous tentacles drag up whatever it can find; usually whales.

So far so good, but what happens when you get stuck ahead of a storm front? The storm produces a water spout and deadly tentacles are pulled from the sea and flung across your decks. Now you’re starting to get the picture.

There is a dragon here too, but he’s a small one. Think of a dragon that’s modeled after a hermit crab. He commandeers a shell, a big conch shell, and carries it with him. His breath turns animals to salt, and the tide washes them away. Someone pointed out that it’s almost biblical, and I like that.

You’ll also come across the moving reef. This one is a fish, but he’s a whopper. You know how some whales wind up growing barnacles on their skin? Take that concept and ramp it up to ten. This guy is so big he grows an entire coral reef on his back. I’m not going to share too much about him, but he isn’t entirely peaceful in the story.

One of the land creatures is called Old Hogar by the locals. He is terrorizing a coastal village. My pirates come across him, but he does not appear on the page. The tale is relayed by the root monsters. (Note: The root monsters get their own blog post.) This comes at a time in the book where readers have been trained to understand their stories. I kind of like how it turned out.

There are other monsters who don’t appear on the page. One of them is like a gigantic two legged crocodile. You might think of her as a dinosaur, and you wouldn’t be too far off. She even has a bit of a sad backstory.

Another one who is just alluded to is the dragon turtle. You might be wondering why I would even include these, but they play into the world building. This is a vast world. It’s been here since before my pirates, and will be here afterward. There are dangerous places in this world, even if the pirates aren’t exploring them all.

There are lesser creatures here too. In Asia there are cormorant fishermen. These people leash up a cormorant, tie a string around his throat to restrict his ability to swallow, and let the bird go fishing. They take his fish away for themselves. Now eventually they have to let the birds eat too. After all, they are how the fisherman makes his living and must be taken care of.

I used this idea, only I turned the cormorants into reptiles. They’re like large iguanas, only they have heads like pelicans.

There are tiny glow in the dark bats, and birds who look like a cluster of bananas when they roost. I even added something like an anteater, only he combs the beaches looking for snails.

If you’re into monsters and expansive worlds, you might want to give Voyage of the Lanternfish a try.

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Blurb:

An honorable man is mistaken for his disreputable father. Now he’s pushed into a political scheme to start a war that will spread across multiple kingdoms. James Cuttler’s fiancé is being held captive to ensure he goes through with the plan.

He soon decides his skills are at sea and procures a ship to wage war upon those who disrupted his simple life. He can’t do it alone, so he recruits a band of cutthroats to help him. But first, they need guns and munitions to outfit the ship properly. Deception and trickery will only get them so far. Eventually, they’re going to have to engage the enemy.

James’ goals aren’t necessarily the same as his crew. It’s a delicate balancing act to collect enough loot to keep his crew happy, while guiding them back to rescue the girl.

Voyage of the Lanternfish is filled with adventure, magic, and monsters. Lots of monsters. Hoist the colors and come along for the ride.

Purchase Link: http://a-fwd.com/asin-com=B07MP8V633

Bio:

I was born in a town called Elko, Nevada. I like to tell everyone I was born in a small town in the 1940s. I’m not quite that old, but Elko has always been a little behind the times. This gives me a unique perspective of earlier times, and other ways of getting by. Some of this bleeds through into my fiction.

I moved to Idaho right after the turn of the century, and never looked back. My writing career was born here, with access to other writers and critique groups I jumped in with both feet.

I like to write about things that have something unusual. My works are in the realm of science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy. The goal is to entertain you for a few hours. I hope you enjoy the ride.

 

Craig can be found at:

Blog My Novels  Twitter Goodreads Facebook Pinterest BookBub

 

I’m a huge fan of the unusual so Craig’s latest novel has definitely piqued my interest.

It’s been fun finding out more about Craig and his writing.

And…  I am still curious about that Get Frosted card. Is it the name of your local drinking haunt? Hope you visit again real soon Craig, but before you do, make sure you tell me about that card. Or I am bound to make something up!

By the way I’m always on the look out for new authors to invite to an Author Spotlight or Q and A my blog. So do get in touch if you’d like to tell me all about your writing life… The drinks are on me!

Bye for now,

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I’m a contributing author in the Plaisted Publishing House Ghostly Writes Anthology 2018 with my story Ghostly Goodbye.

Ghostly Goodbye by M J Mallon

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