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HaPpY Friday Y’all. 🍻
Author: Janna Hill
The History of Read an Ebook Week (Tuesday’s Tell All)
Did you know it was a woman named Rita Toews who started the Read an Ebook Week? Yep. 
Read an Ebook Week brings together ebook retailers, publishers, authors, device-makers and untold thousands of readers who join in this international literary event.
For one week only, publishers and authors offer thousands of original ebooks for free and at deep discounts to encourage book lovers around the globe to give ebooks a try.
Smashwords participates in the event every year.
Admittedly I have not given Smashwords the proper time and care I should have – because to tell the truth they were a great help to me years ago when I went independent.
I hope to remedy my negligence now by actively participating in Read an Ebook Week.
For this week (March 07-13) the price of my titles at Smashwords have been deeply discounted with a price range of $1.99 to $0.00.
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HaPpY reading Y’all.
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IWD (Inter-national)
Happy Monday world!
Today is International Women’s Day.
Inter-national.
So here’s to women all over the world, cheers 🥂.
Sadly, a lot of women don’t have the luxury of “celebrating” #IWD2021; many do not have the privilege of internet access to participate much less promote.
Let us remember those women. 🙏🏼
I visited the IWD website and copied the below questions/challenges.
“How will you help forge a gender equal world?
Celebrate women’s achievement. Raise awareness against bias. Take action for equality.”
So, what will I do for #IWD2021?
Personally, I am just going to keep chasing my dreams, standing up for what I believe and being me.
That in itself is a challenge… and an achievement.
And, I will share this poem which was inspired by a matriarch I once had the pleasure of knowing. 
Women’s Liberation
We did not burn our bras but wore them proudly
Holding–supporting–glorifying the mammary glands that would feed the next generation
For the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
We did not give animated voices to our vaginas for the world to hear
but let them speak in secret whispers that moved mountains.
We did not make a spectacle in the streets to prove our equality
For we knew in our hearts [already] that we were superior.
Page 235 from Getting Me Back
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Thoughts on Writing (Throwback Thursday)
The following snippet was taken from Getting Me Back (The Voices Within)
Whew. I was somewhat…
Errr-umm…
Bitter? Maybe?
Giggles to self.
My opinion remains unchanged and I make no apologies. Nope, none.
However I do Thank God that my feathers are re-oiled and I can laugh at myself [and the entire human race] again. Because laughing is sometimes all we have at our disposal. 🎭
Thoughts on Writing (The Requirements of an Author)
DESIRE: A CONGENITAL need to tell the story.
Determination: It is not enough to walk a couple of blocks or run five miles on a treadmill, come prepared to hike the Himalayas and explore the abyss.
An exoskeleton: A thick skin will not suffice – no indeed. Colleagues and critics are apt in the sadistic art of shaving and burning the thickest of flesh; their tireless wheel of pumice leaving the toughest callouses raw and bleeding. They will thin your skin; get beneath it and prove your vulnerabilities. Like a flesh eating bacteria they will consume you – kill you if you let them.
A poker face: Never let them see you sweat.
Gratitude: Because no one owes you anything!
Grace: For the rise and the inevitable fall.
Pills and booze and smoke: Because it is a hard and hateful world and you are not a god-damned ant.
And [YaY] with Uri out of the way I’m welcoming the sunshine and trying on swimsuits.
Happy Thursday World. 🥂
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Rainy Days & Mondays Always…
… Rarely affect me. Unless it is to spawn disturbed characters such as those in Disturbed Affections.
Three short stories and two deranged love affairs.
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Life & Death (Tuesday’s Tell All)
The gruesome photograph that inspired the title [and the book cover] for Once Upon a Dead Gull. That was roughly eight years ago and [amazingly] this cover hasn’t changed much.
A peculiar short story anthology, I admit, but it was written for the horror genre.
Even more peculiar is that none of these stories are about a dead gull.
The poor seagull’s parting gift to mankind… to me, was simply to give life to a book title and cover I had been struggling with.
Fast forward eight [very short] years and one [bitter] historical freeze and…
No, I don’t have a new book release to announce but I do have a dead bird.
I couldn’t save the beautiful little bird but I did (in a poetic way) paint him back to life.
My skill level does not do him justice.
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Real Life Inspires (Friday’s free for All)
Q: Is any of your fiction true? Do you write about real life?
A: Well yes and no. For example a visit to Rockford Illinois for my granddaughter’s graduation inspired the following scene which takes place somewhere in the historical Lake-Peterson House.
Our dog Leia was the inspiration for the physical description of Gus and that is her on the cover.
Chapter Twenty Five
Mary paced the empty hallway on the third floor of the ancient house. She counted fifteen steps from one lamp to the next and wondered if the people below could hear her. The dark corridor seemed to grow shorter with each lap along with her patience. She considered unlocking her mind so she could tap into the thoughts of those around her but intuition advised against it. Occasionally she paused to listen at the door; each time she found the words indecipherable and returned to pacing until a gentle creak caused her to stop.
“You may go in now.” A flat voice announced as the heavy door gave way. Sunbeams flooded the hallway and Mary squinted at the figure in front of her; at the starched white cap and unwieldy dress which were as outdated as the house.
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A Devilish bit of Ridiculousness (Friday’s free for All)
Ridiculousness: a word meaning absurd with an added ness to aid in tongue exercises.
Go ahead, say ridiculousness a few times or until your tongue cramps. 😉
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The Center of Attention – Out of Focus (Wordless Wednesday)
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Merry Christmas World (Happy Holidays)
Ah, Christmas is not over and already I am basking in the afterglow.
I am so grateful (that warm, fuzzy, misty-eyed kind of grateful) for family and friends, the kindness of strangers, God’s mercy and the gift of Christ.
Our gathering was not as large as we would have liked; a few came down sick at the last minute, more than a few are heeding the “Rona law” and a couple or so are recovering (without complications) from Covid. Heck, half of us have had the dreaded Covid and (thankfully) recovered.
I do have a very dear cousin in hospital with a respiratory issue; he’s confident he will recover (from whatever it is) but if y’all have a few seconds, send up a good vibe or a prayer for David. We would appreciate it.
These are peculiar and trying times indeed, how about we all pray for one another. 🙏🏼
Ok – back to the basking…
I would like to share a little of my Christmas glow with all of you.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
And alas I leave you with a poem.
