Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Ranks of Senior Writers Are Ballooning

I'm happy to introduce our guest blogger Russ Miller




The ranks of over 50 writers will balloon as the baby boomers and former rock 'n' rollers trundle off to the mystical land of AARP. With the current economy as it is, many will confront the dubious pleasures of retirement before they had planned. Some will eventually turn their attention to things they never had time to do in their former workday world, such as travel. The world will be filled by graying heads wearing white Nike gym shoes, traveling in groups to far-off places they previously had only read about, while eating food they would have meticulously avoided at home.

Others will fill their days with various forms of volunteer work, devoting their much needed and considerable talents to worthwhile endeavors. Doing good has traditionally provided an appealing approach to an active life style for many retirees.

Still others will turn their talents to writing. Many will be poorly prepared for such a venture. Only a few will have the advantage of a classical education that produces journalists and educators who are adept at working magic through words. The others will eventually discover that many of the technical problems associated with writing can be solved through participation in widely available writing and grammar courses that welcome the over 50 set. What these seniors may lack in technique can be compensated for by the wealth of experience they bring to the game. Let me site the best example I know. Me.

I had the good fortune to spend the last 20 years of my working career as head of international marketing for a consumer electronics firm. This provided ample opportunity for travel--to over 100 countries before I was through--forming the foundation for my first book "Selling to Newly Emerging Markets." After retiring, I served as an advisor for The World Bank, and the United Nations on developing the private sector in the newly independent states of Eastern Europe and Central Asia. This was the basis for my second nonfiction book "Doing Business in Newly Privatized Markets."

I also volunteered my services to the IESC (more commonly referred to as the senior citizens's Peace Corps) and was assigned to a city in Ukraine previously isolated by the Russians because of their concealed ICBMs in the surrounding Carpathian Mountains. I was the first person from the outside any of them had ever met. The nonfiction narrative derived from this experience was "Journey to a Closed City."

My first attempt at fiction, "The Spy with a Clean Face" was set in Ukraine during the recent political turmoil colorfully referred to as the "Orange Revolution." The spy novel won the Silver Quill Award from the American Authors Association.

 A few months ago my second spy novel "Death on the Silk Road" was released by Beach House Books shortly after I turned 83. Somewhat coincidentally, the central character is a retired international guy on a consulting assignment for a European NGO at a mining project in the remote Tien Shan Mountain area of Kazakhstan. Oddly enough, that is what I did for the Vienna-based UNIDO and where I did it. Funny how things tend to work that way.

Admittedly, I am fortunate to have acquired a number of convertible experiences in my life but so might have a doctor, lawyer, or a Indian chief. If those backgrounds don't work for you how about aTinker,Tailor, Soldier, Spy ?
 
"Death on the Silk Road," like all my other books is available atwww.amazon.com/books.

Russell R. Miller





Monday, June 18, 2012

Bring on the music by Connie Jenkins

As she got older, my mother was convinced that you had to talk louder on the telephone according to how far away the caller was. As a result, when my brother from Maine called her at home in the Northern New York, I could just about hear her end of the conversation from my apartment in New Hampshire.

Poor Mom would be very distressed by the situation I encounter almost every day now. I don’t know who, but someone runs out before me and replaces all the road signs with ones that have itty-bitty printing. Now that’s frustrating! My mother sure was right when she warned me: “Old age isn’t for sissies.”

Middle age (well, assuming I live to be 108) has required some adjustments, to be sure. There’s strength in numbers, though, so we baby boomers are rewriting the rules. Imagine us at senior centers some day … far in the future. They won’t have to orient us with Big Band Music – we’ll be rocking to Bob Dylan and the Stones and maybe even disco.

My secret hope is that by the time I get to be that old, I will have mastered the iPod I got for Christmas. Since I haven’t yet been able to get the music into it, I thought I’d do the next best thing and get a little case for it, like I have for my cell phone.

Beware.

I swallowed my pride and asked the 20-something clerk about cases and he pointed to an aisle. So a friend and I ventured over there. After a while, it was obvious that there were no padded bags or pouches but there were many plastic shells for the credit card-sized iPod.

“Oh,” My friend and I said together. “You must just protect it with that.”

They had red ones and blacks ones. Some featured cartoon images. Others were plaid. They all cost about $40, which is a heck of a lot more than I had expected to pay.

“Hey,” I eventually realized. “These are for iPhones, not iPods.” So my friend and I looked again at the signage on the racks and moved down to the middle of the aisle.

“Is your’s 4G?” my friend asked.

“Uh, I don’t know,” I replied and looked at the cases again.

Finally, a man down the aisle intervened: “You want the rack behind you.”

Oh.

So I have a nice protective case for my iPod and it only cost $9.99. The red ones were sold out but mine has little peace signs all over it. I still don’t know how to load the music. Luckily for me I still remember a lot of it.

Connie Jenkins of Malone is a longtime newspaper editor and freelance writer.

Friday, June 15, 2012


Half of 2012 is nearly behind us!   




I remember when days used to drag on. Life was simple. Summer lasted forever and I was bored enough to want to start school again. An age when I dreamt of being married, having children, traveling the world, writing a book or two…

Goals that I’ve accomplished and looking back it only took a blink of an eye.

For thirty-two years I’ve been married, have five children, two grandchildren, zillions of cherished memories of family vacations and even a couple book contracts!
These days, I try not to look too far in the future, as I have learned not to miss the blessings that each day brings.

Like today, as my husband and I spent some time with his aunt’s home in Sequin, Texas. What a blessing to listen to her reminisce of years gone by. Eighty years of history woven in love.
Later we made our way back to our daughter and son-in-law’s in Dallas with our grandson in tow. A six hour road trip conversing with and viewing life through the eyes of a two-year old! Another blessing that shouldn’t be missed.

As I grow older I still have dreams and make plans for the future, but even more so I work hard to reap the blessings of each day and make more precious memories.
Tomorrow will arrive soon enough, so today be Blessed!

Mary Annslee Urban makes her home in Waxhaw, NC. She and her husband have five children, two grandchildren, two dogs and three cats. When not writing, Mary works part-time as a Registered Nurse, loves to travel, cook and spend time with family.
Mary has written for been a freelance writer for several newspapers in her area, contributed to magazines and devotional publications. Her first book, Tapestry ofTrust, published by Pelican Book Group, has a release date of June 15. Her second book, She Came To See The Snow~A Colorado Christmas Romance, will be out this winter. Her novels are available through Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com, Pelican Book Group.com and other online retailers.

Friday, June 8, 2012

7 Reminders You're Getting Older


Okay, I’ll admit it.
            I’m feeling old.

            The final nail in the coffin came the other day disguised as a Chris Ballard article in Sports Illustrated about an aging superstar. “At 57 he is still lean and graceful …”
            57?
He’s 57!
            I’m 57.
            You’re probably wondering what aging superstar is 57 and why would there be a piece in SI about him.
            Yeah, well it’s worse than that.
            That described the aging superstar’s father, Joe “Jellybean” Bryant, Kobe’s dad.
            So, in recognition of the aging process, here are 7 things that remind people we’re older than we’d like to admit.
1) You’re as old as aging superstars’ dads. I remember my father rooting for George Blanda back in the seventies because the two were only a few years apart in age. At 48, George played in his last NFL game.
            Unlike my father in the seventies, I have to root for athletes’ fathers.
            2) Authority figures are younger than you. Oh, this awareness happened ages ago when I made a routine visit to the doctor but this truth has only deepened since then. Teachers, judges, police officers, congressmen, business executives, restaurant managers … oh, the list goes on and on.
            In 2008, a significant transition took place for me. For the first time in my life, I was older than the elected President of the United States.
            3) You get excited about the senior discount at a restaurant. Because of the discounted price, my father brags about eating at a particular Chinese restaurant in my hometown. He must have mentioned it a half dozen times during my last visit.
I’m not old enough yet for that discount but I’ve enjoyed the senior coffee at McDonald’s for two years now (well, three plus actually because, before my 55th birthday, they looked at me and automatically rung me up as a senior—sigh!).
            4) You get your first AARP request. All I got to say is this happened way too early. I’m still in denial with AARP.
            5) You’re considering retirement from the morning basketball league. This one’s tough for me because I’ve always been active. Our morning league includes doctors, teachers, and other authority figures (see point #2) who are mostly middle-aged guys. My knees keep reminding me I’m older than the few high school boys who show up.
            6) You need the dog to walk you. Need I explain?
            7) Someone looks at you and your wife and thinks you’ve robbed the cradle. This actually happened half a dozen years ago to Ellen and me. Ellen swears the woman who said that is crazy (and I’m wanting to believe her in the worst way).
What would you add to the list?
 ABOUT T. NEAL TARVER

T. Neal Tarver, a native Texan living in Wisconsin, has served churches in Texas and Wisconsin. He, his wife Ellen, and son Daniel lived and worked for three years as missionaries in the Russian Far East. Tom speaks enough Russian to both converse and confuse.

In 2011, Tom was selected as a semi-finalist in the American Christian Fiction Writers’ Genesis contest. He’s also been a two-time winner of MBT’s “Make Every Word Count Flash Fiction” contest. He has written articles for the local newspaper and an international mission magazine. His debut novel, Dark Eyes, Deep Eyes, is available through WestBow Press, Amazon, BARNES & NOBLE, and other retail outlets.
He currently writes from his home in Richland Center, Wisconsin, or from wherever his travels take him. He posts articles weekly at A Curious Band of Others.
Tom has spoken in churches across America, and in Europe, Asia, and the Middle East.

Friday, June 1, 2012



WHATEVER FLEW AROUND OLD PHAROAH

Don’t know how I lived so long and not experienced an invasion of fruit flies before this. For my first 18 years I lived in central New York. Lots of houseflies. Once in awhile I’d see a gnat or two. After a rain, sometimes the mosquitoes became a little hungry.  

I lived several decades in Northern New York, a few of those near the St. Lawrence River, where for two weeks every year the shad flies swarmed. Shad flies are a nuisance but relatively harmless as long as you keep your mouth closed. Not so much good for a vehicle though. Driving through these clouds of pests did a number on the front car grids. Signs went up all over for fund raisers inviting car owners to pull over and wash off the shad fly bodies from their cars.

I now live in Jacksonville, Florida and there seems to be no end of critters big and small. I’m finding that the small ones can be the peskiest. After coming back from a writers conference, I was greeted with a houseful of fruit flies. Apparently, they have a fetish for moist cat food. I think some gnats were in the mix because some of the tiny buggers chewed on me.

Researchers aren’t sure what flies plagued old Pharaoh, the fourth in a series of calamities aimed at the Egyptian Gods during the time of Moses. The Hebrew word is awrob translated swarm. We don’t know for sure what kind of swarm it was, but the Bible indicates they were biting insects or could have been a variety of flying creatures. So, I guess I have an idea of how they must have felt with flies to the left, flies to the right, above, beneath, chewed up and afraid to open their mouths.

After invoking a plea to the Almighty, I set about to find a remedy. I tried spraying but gagged on the fumes. I figured there had to be a better way for an asthma sufferer. Someone told me to pour bleach down every drain. I did. However, they didn’t warn me to dilute it. Thankfully, I found this out before doing a second treatment. A friend emailed me an article on how somebody rid themselves of the vermin by using Apple Cider and dish detergent to concoct a bait trap.  http://www.wikihow.com/Kill-a-Fruit-Fly

Something’s working. The fruit fly population is dwindling, and I think the biting companions are gone. Some things simply take time to fix. 


ABOUT LINDA RONDEAU:


Her first book, The Other Side of Darkness, was released by Harbourlights in November, 2011 and won the 2012 Selah Award for best first novel. Her second book, America II: The Reformation, will be released by Trestle Press on July 1, 2012.



Monday, April 30, 2012

UNDER RECONSTRUCTION

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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Requiem for a Mismatched Pair of Socks


You insidious unpaired defiant wretches

Unaccustomed to the other

Patterns in heated dispute
Yet emerging as if wed
Once each of you were holy partnered
Right and left together properly bedded
Now here you lie 
Too unlike the other to become one
Destined to spend unnumbered days
Cast into the catchall grave 
Until another purpose unfolds
Hoping for a miraculous reunion
When the lost again is found 

CYBER PARTY


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Friday, November 18, 2011

THE QUEST FOR THIN


The Quest for Thin…

 The quest to be thin is nothing new.  One scientific paper (http://www.bis.gov.uk/assets/bispartners/foresight/docs/obesity/031-036.pdf) suggests that obesity dates back to our prehistoric ancestors and the necessity for survival. Humans fattened and slimmed according to the tides of plenty and famine. However, in modern times obesity is now considered a major health issue.

But I wonder in our quest to fight obesity, if we haven’t become hysterically driven toward the lean side of life.  Certainly weight loss products cram the market these days…all promising amazing results.

When I was growing up, the rage for weight control was a little caramel-like candy called AYDS.
Ayds, not to be confused with the disease, was an appetite-suppressant candy which enjoyed strong sales in the 1970s and early 1980s. It was available in chocolate, chocolate mint, butterscotch or caramel flavors, and later peanut butter. The active ingredient was originally benzocaine, a local anesthetic used as topical pain reliever, also found in cough drops. Bezocaine supposedly suppressed the taste buds thus reducing the urge to eat. Later, the company changed the active ingredient to phemylopropanolamine (PPA), a stimulant often found in decongestants as well as treatment for urinary incontinence in dogs. In the USA, PPA  is no longer sold without a prescription due to the increased risk of stroke in younger women.
I remember the old Slimfast commercials, some featuring aging athletes, and how easy it would be to lose weight with Slimfast products, like this commercial.  

When I was in grade school, I remember my family doctor giving my mother advice on weight management. It’s simple arithmetic. You have to burn more calories than you consume. End of story. Just eat sensibly and exercise more.”
Now why can’t I do that?

Tuesday, November 8, 2011






Today I'm hosting Elaine Cooper's Book Blog

Note: There is a contest:  Leave a comment and be entered to receive a prize as listed below

An Absolutely Charming Tale!
Once again, Elaine Marie Cooper pens an absolutely charming tale of eighteenth century Americana. War, no matter the era, takes its toll on both soldiers and families. The Promise of Deer Run is a precious next story following Mary and Daniel’s story in The Road to Deer Run, picking up with Mary’s sister, Sarah a few years down the line. Be sure to read the first book too! As a historian and author, I am grateful to Elaine for her dedication to authenticity.  —Lisa Lickel,  author of A Summer in Oakville

Watch the book trailer atwww.PromiseOfDeerRun.com
 The Story Behind the Story:
How The Deer Run Saga Was Birthed
By Elaine Marie Cooper
When I was young and first heard that one of my grandfathers had been a Redcoat during the Revolutionary War, I was somewhat embarrassed. Growing up in Massachusetts had made me proud of our country’s heritage. But instead of finding zealous patriots in my bloodline, my DNA was from an enemy soldier named Daniel Prince!
Calmer reasoning prevailed, however, as I thought about the reality of his story. Living conditions in Colonial times were difficult, to say the least. It was a frightening period of our history for both Americans and the British. And in the midst of our nation struggling to be birthed, two people on opposing sides in a bloody war met and fell in love.
This story from my family’s history was transformed in my thinking into an inspiring one of romance, unhindered by the politics of the day. It became, purely and simply, a love story.
And so was birthed the idea to create a fictional account of actual events. Since the story is from my imagination, I opted to change last names, the names of the communities, and many other details of the time. However, many of the historical events are documented facts.
The particular information on Daniel Prince’s military background was discovered thanks to the diligent work of Betty Thomson, independent researcher at The National Archives, Kew, in England. 
In book one, The Road to Deer Run and now in the sequel,The Promise of Deer Run, I made every effort to stay true to the colonial times. Descriptions of food, homes, clothing, farming, worship practices, medical care, etc. are the result of extensive research.
It has been a personally inspiring experience to write these novels. While the times have changed since the 18th century, the same struggles of their day are our own. Forgiveness, fear, pain, illness, despair, the pain of having a family member at war, the death of a loved one—these are all the battles we contend with in the 21st century. But we also share faith, laughter, love, the excitement of that first kiss, the wonder of looking at a newborn. These are the same joys that we share with our ancestors who are so much a part of who we are.
Their journeys are interwoven with our own.


About the Author:
Elaine Marie Cooper grew up in Massachusetts but now lives in the Midwest with her husband, her three dogs and one huge cat. She has two married sons and triplet grandchildren who are now one years old. The Promise of Deer Run is dedicated to the triplets and to veterans who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
 
Elaine has been a magazine freelance writer for many years, and is a regular contributor to a blog on the Midwest called The Barn Door and a blog on Christian living called Reflections In Hindsight. She is the author ofThe Road to Deer Run and the sequel, The Promise of Deer Run. Prior to becoming an author, Elaine worked as a registered nurse.
The Road to Deer Run won the following honors:
  • Finalist: 2011 Next Generation Indie Book Awards 
  • Honorable Mention: 2011 Los Angeles Book Festival
  • Best Romantic Moment: ClashoftheTitles.com, February 2011
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Author Elaine Marie 
About The Promise of Deer Run: 
America’s war for freedom from England has been over for seven years, but the wounds of that conflict still haunt the minds and hearts of the residents of Deer Run. Young American veteran Nathaniel Stearns has withdrawn to a life of isolation as he awaits his father who never returned from the war.
A near-tragedy in the woods brings Nathaniel face-to-face with nineteen-year-old Sarah Thomsen, someone he had long admired but he assumed had eyes for another. This chance encounter opens a crack into the door of his heart as mutual affection quickly blooms.
But slander and lies soon mar the budding romance, rendering both Sarah and Nathaniel wounded and untrusting as their faith in both their God and each other is shattered. Set in 1790, this book continues the story of the Thomsen and Lowe families as they struggle to survive in the aftermath of the war that birthed the United States.


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The Promise of Deer Run
ISBN: 9781462037964           
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ISBN: 1462037968
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Released: August 16, 2011

Monday, October 17, 2011

RECALCULATING


Life is full of wrong turns.

A friend of mind said she’d be so lost if she were driving. Truth is so would I without a GPS. Then again, I manage to get lost even with Chatty Cathy hollering at me to turn left, turn right, and giving me fair warning ahead.

That’s not surprising when I often become disoriented in a mall. Many is the time I come out of a side store and think I’m heading toward the end cap and wind up at the food court instead. I grab a doughnut and coffee, justified by the additional steps I’ll have to take to walk back to where I wanted to go in the first place, and start the journey over.

Back in the days when I first started driving, we used road maps. When I wanted to take a trip, I pulled out my Atlas, wrote down the directions and headed out. Problem is, I don’t know North, South, East or West when I’m on the road. I suppose I should have installed a huge compass on the dashboard. I’d read the road map only to realize, I read it upside down and ended up ten miles north instead of ten miles south.
Just like Chatty Cathy recalculates and eventually turns me around, I always managed to get to my final destination…eventually. Sometimes I found little treasures I would not have found if I hadn’t become directionally challenged.

Where’s the fun in always knowing where you want to go?


Sometimes I take a purposeful, spur-of-the-moment, side trip…not knowing where I’m going or where I’ll end up—and with no GPS or road map. Just trying to remember what street I turn onto when and retracing my steps. Obviously, I’ve always managed to find my way back…unlike Charlie on the MTA, I did return.
On one of those unplanned excursions, I ended up at a flea market barn…huge one…and I bought a picture. I still have it and display it prominently—a landscape of a turn of the century town…much like I imagine any small town in America would have looked like on the eve of the automobile. I like to put myself into the town and imagine what my life might have been like if I’d lived then.


Sometimes a wrong turn or an impromptu adventure can bring a taste of fond memories.
Have you ever taken a wrong turn and wound up in Adventureland? I’d love to hear about it.  

Monday, October 3, 2011





It is my pleasure to announce the release of Hello Hollywood by Janice Hanna Thompson. Janice's books often take the reader inside the zany. Attached is a blurb from her back cover. 




When it comes to love, one thing's for sure--it doesn't follow a script!
Athena Pappas is the head writer on Stars Collide, one of the most popular sitcoms in television history. But when Vegas comedian Stephen Cosse is brought in to beef up the show's suddenly sagging ratings, she starts to worry about her job. Sparks fly as the competition--and attraction--between the two writers heats up. Athena has never had a problem writing the romances of her characters. So why is her own love life so hard to script?

With humor and a Hollywood-insider viewpoint, Hello, Hollywood! delivers lots of laughs as Athena and Stephen discover that not being in control of the plot of their lives might just be the best thing that ever happened to them.

"Romance, drama, fun--Hello, Hollywood! has it all."--Jenny B. Jones, award-winning author of Save the Date and A Charmed Life series

"Thoroughly delightful! A blend of contemporary life and romance with nostalgic snapshots of Hollywood's golden age. Thompson writes with warmth and humor, creating a world we can all escape to for a little while."--Rachel Hauck, bestselling and award-winning author of Dining with Joy


Thanks, everyone!

Janice Hanna Thompson
"Love, Laughter and Happily Ever Afters!"


Janice Thompson is a seasoned romance author and former screenwriter. An expert at pulling the humor from the situations we get ourselves into, Thompson affords an inside look at TV land, drawing on her experiences as a screenwriter. She is the author of the Weddings by Bella series and Stars Collide. She lives in Texas.