So four pictures would be worth how much?
Answer: four dozen eggs or forty eight matchsticks depending on what time of day it was. You can tell I majored in mathematical quantum physics, can’t you.
What is the point [and click] of this post? To tell you I found the battery charger to my little pocket sized camera and prove a point share what I learned.
I love the lil pocket camera but… `nuff said 🙂
Ancient Egyptians reportedly considered the pomegranate as a symbol of prosperity. I haven’t researched the information yet to know if one must eat the fruit, own the tree or simply hold one in their possession to be prosperous. Surely worship of the seedy little crop is not required…. if so I shall have to remain not so prosperous. On the other hand I would consume as many as need be. Honestly, I don’t have much faith in pomegranates other than their health benefits.
I do however have some faith in publicity which is the sole purpose of this post, to make readers aware of the current promotions.
Perpetual Spring, a short little twisted story is free via Kindle through Sunday June 17th.
Interior Verse Plus Pose Prose and Poems, a diverse collection of “wicked poetry” is also free via Kindle through Sunday June 17th 2012.
The Goodreads giveaway of Between the Rage and Grace has started and will end July 15th 2012. The promotion is open to multiple countries.
P.S. I’m sorry for the late notification on the Kindle freebies that started Friday. I was out of town and quiet bummed by the passing of a dear family member. I’ll try to improve on the publicity aspect and keep a pomegranate on hand. Maybe we’ll all prosper 🙂
The Wild Pomegranate photo by Janna Hill
She was… A giant spirit dwelling in a sassy petite frame and I once dreamed of being short like her.
She was… My first cab ride downtown because [though she was courageous] she never conquered her fear of driving.
She was… An angel who treated my first hangover like a bona fide sickness with tender mercy.
She was… The first to plant the seed in a young girl’s mind that one day she could be a writer and thirty five years later said “I told you so.”
She was… In my heart, a friend… a sister… a confidant and a mother
She was… My Aunt Gloria
    ~~~And today my heart breaks for a spirit that will be so thoroughly missed~~~
Photo by SKG ~ The Last Trip to the Lake
Happy Birthday and R.I.P Gloria Ann – June 13, 1943 – June 13, 2012
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The Sunshine Award
My answers to the questions are as follows:
Favorite color:Â The rainbow
Favorite animal:Â The humanoid
Favorite number:Â 5
Favorite non-alcoholic drink(s):Â Coffee, Iced tea, Cherry Pepsi, Vanilla Coke
Facebook or Twitter:Â Both
My greatest passion:Â Reaching abandoned goals
Favorite day of the week:Â Tuesday
Favorite flower:Â Gardenia
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Pursuing characters under the guise of vacation? Maybe yes.
In case I haven’t already said it 1001 times I recently returned from a coastal vacation traversing the southern end of the Gulf of Mexico USA. I say it’s the western end and Honey my husband usually corrects me. It was our Spring break – just me and the husband because the children are all [WAY] grown.     It was a celebration for me after finishing the latest book Unjustified Favor and definitely a needed break for him. He still has a real job where he has to punch a time clock and deal with irrational people expecting miracles. I’m constantly amazed at how freaking genius he is and no that is not sarcasm. Sometimes he’s an asshole – that isn’t sarcasm either. He’s a tool and die maker. Well I think his title is something like plant engineer/CNC programmer now because the hands on making of tools and dies is a dead dying art. Anywho I didn’t know the trade required such intelligence until our youngest daughter was taking physics in college and he loaned her one of his antique text books.
Okay, I just digressed so far I forgot the reason for this post…
Oh! Self analysis and we were traversing the Gulf of Mexico. For those who haven’t read Between the Rage and Grace or Behind the Rage the setting is southern with the characters hailing from Mississippi to Texas. The third book in this series (due to release this month) has them settled into the south/southwest Texas regions. So we were soaking up the sunshine, enjoying our drinks and marveling at the sky when it occurred to me… I was constantly looking for Linda, wanting to check in on poor Clara, worried someone might find Maggie and thought I saw Levi and Mary in a heated discussion on the beach. Upon closer examination I realized it wasn’t them. I’m gonna post a picture of that delusion. And once I thought I saw the nasty ghost of XXXX but it was just an old drunk passed out beneath a palm tree, whew!
So, I know the characters were born of experience but Freud might go so far as to say I am delusional or that I have such a deep attachment that I went in search of these fictional characters. Is that true? Maybe yes, but Freud was a coke-head.
Strangers on the Beach by Janna Hill
This isn’t our common June bug. I found it on a pair of denim britches and so decided it is a Jean bug! Lame humor but it is a pretty neat looking beetle, huh?!
Beetle on Blue Jeans by Janna Hill
The sunflowers are abundant in Port Alto this year.
Sun Flower Honey by Janna Hill
It was a pleasant surprise to arrive and find the bright beauties waving in the South Texas wind and the little bees busy doing their part.
I’m sending me flowers because I just sent the book over to the editors. Typed the final words about a half hour ago. Yep -that’s right, I did it. [me strutting arrogantly and wallowing in oleanders until the corrections come rolling in]      But tonight I sigh a deep sigh of relief filled with self respect (( :)))   It’s a thin bubble ladies and gentlemen that I dwell in .
congratulations to me for beating the first deadline.
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