Wednesday, January 30, 2013

"Isosceles"--Scott R. Caseley's Gripping YA Coming of Age Mystery



Today I'm excited to introduce Scott R. Caseley and his debut novel "Isosceles," which is about a teen who discovers the death of his best friend for 13 years and must solve the mystery of what happened. Welcome, Scott!


When did you discover you had a “sense of fiction?”

In the third grade, we were given an assignment to write a short story and I wrote this detailed story of individuals five years older than my nine-year old self. The way they interacted, with each other as a group, or in some cases one-on-one. The way the story was set up, they had to be altogether at once, each having their own ‘role’ to play. Then, something happens to disrupt the order of things, and they split up into two groups of three. They found themselves on a quest to find each other again, and I ran the two stories parallel. I’m actually toying with revamping this story in a couple years, but the specific story details I remember from then are scant, so an overhaul will have to be done.

What was your favorite book as a child? As an adult? How did those influence you as a writer?

When I was in sixth grade, I wasn’t really the most popular kid in my school, I felt out of place to be honest. I spent much of my spare time writing short stories and playing outdoors with my neighborhood friends particularly a girl who was a tomboy. Then, we got assigned Katherine Paterson’s book, Bridge to Terabithia, and I felt strongly connected to it immediately. Most of all, I responded to the friendship between Jesse and Leslie and their imagination during playtime. When it came time to write book report for it, I ended up writing a sequel instead.

As an adult, I’d have to say the book that struck a chord with my writer side would have to be Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman. Its philosophies and wisdom really pushed me with the writing of my novel. It helped me to harness my abilities, to clear my mind of distraction, and how to focus on telling my story. I told myself regardless of whether it got published or not, I felt like the writing of it was the excitement. That’s something key I learned from the book, the moment is what matters and the journeys are of the utmost importance, not the destination.

What inspired you to write this book?

When a large number of people I knew died in a relatively short period of time, I started to think about mortality and friendship. I started to ponder about what makes a true friend. If it is a true friend that passes, do you say they were your true friend because it’s someone that you trusted implicitly, or could it also be someone that you’ve faced hard times with, but stuck with you for the long haul? I also thought about how people are remembered after they pass. There seems to be this idealized or demonized notion of a person when they can no longer speak for themselves. That being said, death can also sometimes seems to offer a promise of absolution in one way or another. Further, I thought about how someone can seem totally familiar to us, like we understand their actions, how they think, but then when they die, we wonder if we ever knew them at all. So, these were some of the many things coming to mind as I started writing this. It’s evolved a lot through the many revisions it went through, but those are the core feelings about life and death, I wanted to address.


How would you describe your writing process? What must you always have while writing?

My mug of coffee, which my father affectionately dubbed a “fishbowl”, needs to have fat free cream and one Splenda in it. Then, I’m up and ready to go. Normally, when I’m starting a scene the first thing that comes to mind is the setting. Then, after I have a rough idea of where I want the action to take place, I start to think of the organic ways my characters can interact with their environment. Then, I think of where I want the scene to end, before I even know where it will begin. That way I can have a goal in sight, as a very goal-oriented person, this is of the utmost importance to me. After I have that, I start to think of the humor and/or conflict of the scene, and who is exactly needed to populate the scene and what do they need to carry them through it. Lastly, I think about how the scene will be lit, either by sunlight, moonlight, artificial light, etc. I think that last part comes from my background in movie making.


What has proven to be your most successful marketing tool?

While the novel is just a few weeks into release, it’s still premature to determine the “most successful marketing tool”. However I can cite what’s worked so far and what I speculate will help the novel’s lifespan. Guest blogging in a variety of fashions has brought some interest about the book. Also, I would have to say that Facebook has been a great asset. I created a page for my writing on New Year’s Day, and it’s already creeping up on the 300 mark. I’m also liking Twitter a lot, and getting the hang of that. On Saturday morning starting in the midnight hour, I was co-host for the acclaimed and popular radio program The Jordan Rich Show on WBZ radio in Boston, as part of his Book Club show, which he does traditionally twice a year, and this year he announced he will be doing three times. I don’t know what the long-term effect of doing that show will be, but there were quite a few listeners from all over the country calling in and who knows how many more just listening on their radio, phone, or over the internet. Finally, I’m looking forward to a book club/virtual tour, I’ll be doing organized through the folks at World of Ink Network in March and April.


What’s the best piece of writing advice you’ve received?

From my personal GPS as I call her, Marni McNiff, my editor, “That's the best feeling when you don't have to force it. It's really because of the story web you created. There is much to tell and your characters can tell you where to go!”


Please provide a favorite excerpt from your book.

“Go over to the play area. I’ll deal with you once I’m done with…ah…whatever his name is.” Carter nodded to where the rest of the kids kneeled, stood, or sat on a blue carpet, watching a boy building with wooden toy blocks. Right away, I could sense he intended on crafting something difficult, a scale model of the courthouse down the road from Footbridge. While the boy’s physical appearance seemed rather ordinary, his skills could not be beat. He hadn’t misused a single block. Without any hesitation or second-guessing himself, he knew what to do to put everything in the right place.
“That’s so cool, Trey,” I heard a soft voice like the melodious whisper of birdsong, my intuition revealing the identity before my eyes did. Madeline swayed from side to side, beaming with her pearly-whites.
Trey paid her no mind though, allowing himself to be distracted only by his overgrown dirty-blonde hair, which kept going in his face. Sometimes, he didn’t even push it away. His focus so intense, a few times, he almost knocked into other kids. He never apologized for it, nor did most get upset. They seemed to understand he was in a zone, one with his creation. He circled the perimeter to detect if it needed something. Whenever he snapped his fingers, he’d call out “cylinder,” “triangle,” or “rectangle.” Madeline would select it out of a decaying cardboard box, to present it to him like an obedient puppy bringing a tennis ball to its owner.
Mr. Carter, with Sheldon behind him, returned from their business in the hallway. They joined the rest of us, studying Trey’s handiwork. Before long, Mr. Carter became entranced, too. It felt frustrating. Being an only child, I was used to being the center of my parents’ universe. Here, someone else stole the attention so rightfully mine. Worst of all, watching Madeline fawn over him drove me crazy. His hair was messy, his shirt dirty, and he was just average. Why did he hold her interest? Shouldn’t she see me instead? Mom knitted me this nice sweater and combed my hair before I went to the bus stop. My head started pounding from over-thinking the situation when Madeline moved toward him, letting her pigtail accidentally brush against his head. He didn’t seem to notice, but I sure did. I needed to take action.
Creeping over to the box of blocks less than five feet from the audience, I reached in blindly selecting a triangle-shaped one with green crayon on the side facing up. With everyone so enamored by the courthouse, they didn’t even notice my hands trembling at my side with rage. Giving one last furtive glance to Trey, Madeline, Mr. Carter, and then ending on my classmates, I felt ready to execute the plan.
Many of the other kids started to pick up on my actions, giving me a brief moment of satisfaction. Their jaws dropped as they watched the projectile block following a jagged path through their makeshift circle. Of course, motor coordination issues since birth and anger clouded my vision. Translation: my aim was inaccurate.
The block went careening through the air, never even coming close to its intended target. Trey knew no fear, however. He must’ve sensed my imprecise aim the moment it left my unsteady hand. Without raising an eyebrow, let alone diverting his eyes from his structure, his arm swatted the wooden toy away like a fly. It changed course to come crashing down onto the bridge of my Madeline’s button nose. I’m not sure what started to pour first, the blood from her nostrils or the tears from her green eyes.
The bloodstained triangle ricocheted off her face to the courthouse, knocking it down like dominoes. At the same time, Madeline wailed in pain. Trey’s eyes cast down at his destroyed masterpiece, over to her, and finally to the crowd of spectators, with a cold, soulless expression. He breathed heavily out of his nose, needing to know who ruined his work. Sheldon, along with two other snitches, fingered me for the crime.

Where can readers find you and your book?

My email address is SRCaseley@gmail.com, and I’m also on Twitter @scottrcaseley. My pages are, https://www.facebook.com/ScottRCaseley, https://www.amazon.com/author/ScottRCaseley, and www.scottrcaseleyauthor.com.

Isosceles is available currently at:

http://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php?page=shop.product_details&flypage=flypage.tpl&product_id=562&category_id=198&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=1&vmcchk=1&Itemid=1


http://www.amazon.co.uk/Isosceles-ebook/dp/B00B1FVEJE/ref=la_B00B1R72UC_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358378543&sr=1-1




Thank you so much for this opportunity, Kathy. You asked a lot of great questions, and I had a lot of fun with them.

What an interesting interview and a fantastic excerpt--wonderful writing! Thanks for being here today, Scott!

--KSR Writer

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Guest Post by Kim Cresswell: Where Do You Get Your Story Ideas?


Today I'm excited to have Kim Cresswell, author of "Reflection," here with a guest post about a great topic--where writers get there story ideas from. Welcome, Kim!


This is the most asked question of authors, especially suspense, thriller, and mystery authors.
My ideas come many different places:
Television programs
News
Movies
Conversations
Memories
Experiences
A fascinating person
A death
Holidays
A great meal or a terrible one
A beautiful landscape
An ugly building

Occasionally, an idea comes out of nowhere and smacks you in the side of the head. Such is the case with a book I'm working on now, a supernatural mystery (a four book series).  The idea came from a dream I had. Without giving anything away, the dream was terrifying, twisted, crazy—the perfect scenario for the story's villain, a serial killer.
I don’t always use ideas right away. I keep an “idea” folder on my computer and it grows daily. When I'm ready to start a new book I scan the contents and bang a plot begins to emerge.

Of course I watch the news, read the paper, and search the Internet looking for interesting stories that make me ask the question, “What if?”
So where did the idea for my debut romantic suspense novel, REFLECTION, come from?
Headline news.
The story evolved after Clonaid (a company founded by the religious sect called the Raelians which views cloning as the first step in achieving immortality) announced the birth of Eve, the “first human clone” in 2002 using the similar technique to clone, Dolly the Sheep. 
About 160 nations in the world have yet to outlaw the birth of human clones and others are allowing the creation of human clones as long as they are not put into a woman’s womb (how do we know they aren't implanted?) thus, REFLECTION was born. 
Tagline
A reporter's determination to expose a human cloning project places an innocent child in the crosshairs of a master criminal.
Blurb
Florida investigative reporter, Whitney Steel, has lived in the shadow of her legendary father long enough. To prove herself she needs to find the “Big” story.
She found it.
Now it may kill her.
After Whitney receives a lead pointing to the world's first cloned human, now a small child, she vows to unravel the truth. However, sifting through the facts proves to have dangerous results, including death threats and murder.
When Whitney is nearly killed, but is saved by undercover FBI Special Agent, Blake Neely, he refuses to let her get in the way of his own objective—at least not right away.
Caught in a lethal game between a billionaire obsessed with genetic perfection, his hit man’s thirst for retribution, and a Colombian drug lord fresh out of prison determined to make Blake pay for his twin brother’s death over a decade ago.
Can they save an innocent child before its too late?
Faced with tough choices, with deadly consequences for many—Whitney soon realizes that sometimes a story becomes more than just a story.

Excerpt
The large window behind them dividing the patio from the main restaurant exploded.  A storm of glass rained down, showering the patio.
There was no warning.  Everything moved so fast, yet in slow motion as if part of a horrid nightmare.

Screams.  Rushed, heavy, thumping footsteps. 

A few feet away, a male waiter dropped the two plates of food in his hands.  He froze.

“Get down!”  Mason yelled.

Whitney dropped.  She huddled into a ball under the table and squashed the side of her face against the patio stones.  Amid the chaos, a gunshot echoed and the waiter ran for cover.

A bullet ripped through the man’s shoulder and spun him around, the force slamming his body against the restaurant door.  He folded to his knees and howled out in pain.

More shots rang out.  Debris spewed through the air.  Food, glasses, plates.  The sickening smell of deep fried food and scorched cordite assaulted her nostrils.  She gagged.
Crimson snaked toward her hand.  The warm, sticky liquid met her fingertips.
Blood.  Lots of blood...   
REFLECTION is available January 25th at  MuseItUp Publishing  http://tinyurl.com/ctwm5cp

Coming soon to Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, Kobo, and other fine outlets.

Web Site:  http://www.kimcresswell.ca
Trapped Inside My Head (Blog) :   http://kimberleycresswell.wordpress.com/
Facebook Author Page:  http://www.facebook.com/KimCresswellBooks     

Kathy, thanks so much for allowing me to visit with you on A Sense of Fiction. It's been a blast. 

Kim, what a great post, and I love that "Reflection" was inspired by a headline! Thanks for being here today!

--KSR Writer 


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Meet Middle Grade Paranormal Author Beverly Stowe McClure


Today I'm happy to introduce Beverly Stowe McClure, author of the middle grade novel "A Pirate, a Blockade Runner and a Cat." Welcome, Beverly!


When did you discover you had a “sense of fiction?”

At first I wrote nonfiction, mostly articles for children’s magazines about things we did in the classroom, like art projects and science experiments. They were published in children’s magazines such as Humpty Dumpty, Jack and Jill, Focus on the Family Clubhouse Jr., Ladybug and others. One article was reprinted in a Scot Foresman PreK-K anthology. Then I decided to try writing fiction and novels. And loved it. Haven’t stopped since. I think reading great Newbery books with my students made me realize how important fiction is in young readers’ lives. They learn so much about situations living through a problem with the characters, without even realizing they’re learning.


What was your favorite book as a child? As an adult? How did those influence you as a writer?

When I was a child I hated to read so I have no favorite book. I loved to listen to fairy tales on the radio, however, so perhaps somewhere in my mind, Cinderella, Snow White, and other stories stayed with me as I grew older and finally became a reader and also discovered that writing was fun.


What inspired you to write this book?

I love ghost stories and lighthouses and pirates. On a visit with our son and daughter-in-law in Charleston, SC, we went to the beach where a lighthouse, decommissioned years ago, sat out in the middle of the water, now dark and deserted. Only I saw it as a possible story. What if a ghost lived in the lighthouse? Maybe a pirate? A blockade runner? Why was he there? What did he want? What if some teens met these ghosts? What would happen?


How would you describe your writing process? What must you always have while writing?

When an idea comes to me, whether it’s a voice telling me a story, or a location that fascinates me, I just start writing. I might jot down a scene that will happen somewhere in the story, but I don’t write a detailed outline. My computer is an absolute necessity. I also write profile sheets for my major characters, adding to them as I learn more about each character. I like to interview them as well. What they don’t tell me is as interesting as what they do tell me. A glass of iced tea to take a swig of makes me happy too. I mustn’t forget my stuffed calico cat that sits on my printer, watching me. (The real cats aren’t that interested.)


What has proven to be your most successful marketing tool?

I enjoy blogging and blog hops, interviews and guest posts. Whether they add to my sales or not, I don’t know, but they get my name and my work out there.

What’s the best piece of writing advice you’ve received?

The old cliché “Never give up.” It’s true. Keep trying. I never know what will happen and when.


Please provide a favorite excerpt from your book.

The rusty steps creaked and groaned as I scaled them, two at a time. Goose
bumps skittered up and down my spine. Since my logical side still doubted ghosts
existed, I wasn’t afraid of a ghost inhabiting the lighthouse. I suspected the light
we’d seen came from somewhere else, a passing ship or a house near the beach.
Even so, I had no plans to linger here longer than necessary. I hoped Star didn’t
argue with me.
Her voice floated down from above me. I paused. Though I couldn’t make out
her words, she was talking to someone. She sounded calm, not frightened or
anything. Was some friend of hers playing a trick on us? If so, it wasn’t funny, and
I’d tell him, her, or whoever so. I burst into the lantern room, slid to a halt and
blinked. What on earth?
Star turned halfway. Her face glowed. No, it wasn’t her face. A soft, silvery
light reflected off a fuzzy see-through man. Who was he? What kind of trick was
he playing? Or was he even there? Maybe the dark was messing with my vision.
The spot where Star stood glowed bright as day. I blinked. The guy was still there.
Close enough to Star to touch her.
“Star.” I croaked in a froggy voice.
To heck with words. The situation called for action. We had to make tracks.
And fast. I lunged and snagged her arm. “C’mon.”
“Erik! Stop!” She peeled my fingers off her arm. For a little girl, she was
mighty strong. “What are you doing?”
Wasn’t it obvious? “Saving you from him.” I tipped my head at the illusion in
the mist. Yeah, I’d decided I was hallucinating. Since Star was talking to the
vision, she was, too.
She dug her heels into the floor. I couldn’t budge her. “Don’t be ridiculous,”
she said.
Ridiculous? Me? I’d call it taking no chances when an unexplainable thing
floated in front of your eyes. Without warning, the silver light reached out. Fingers
touched my shoulder. Cold soaked into my skin. My teeth chattered. I sucked in air
as the thing said, “I mean you no harm, Erik.”

Where can readers find you and your book?


I love that you came up with the idea for "A Pirate, A Blockade Runner and a Cat" simply by asking "what if?" Those often turn into the best books! Thanks for being my guest today, Beverly!

--KSR Writer

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Don't Miss Out on Kay LaLone's Middle Grade Mystery, "Ghostly Clues"


Today I'm happy to introduce Kay LaLone, author of the middle grade mystery "Ghostly Clues." Welcome, Kay!


When did you discover you had a “sense of fiction?”

I have always enjoyed reading fiction. I’ve tried my hand at writing non-fiction, but it comes off as boring, not very entertaining.

What was your favorite book as a child? As an adult? How did those influence you as a writer?

I remember my mother reading picture books to me as a child, just like I did with my own kids, but I don’t remember having a favorite book. Growing up I loved reading mysteries. One of my favorite authors was Agatha Christie. I remember after reading Halloween Party is when I wanted to become a writer. As an adult, I still read mystery and paranormal books. Nora Roberts is my favorite author now. I love how she makes her characters come to life, makes them individuals. I love reading MG and YA novels in different genres because it helps me see what readers of that age group are interested in reading. Also helps me develop characters and build a plot that young people will be interested in.   

What inspired you to write this book?

I would have to say my Grandma Tufts. She died when I was about the same age as Sarah Kay, the main character in Ghostly Clues. Shortly after my grandma passed away, I remember seeing a ghost hand claw up on my bed and take a doll I had been sleeping with. That idea has always haunted me and I always wanted to use that in a story. So over the years I asked ‘what if’ questions to help create Ghostly Clues.

How would you describe your writing process? What must you always have while writing?

I am not an outline type person. So my writing process starts with an idea and slowly develops from there. I use a character sketch to get to know my characters. I ask ‘what if’ questions to develop a plot. I just sit at the computer and let the characters tell me their story. After I have a rough draft done then I go through and outline to make sure things make sense. Then after that revise, revise, and revise. There are two things I must have while writing--my imagination and an open mind.

What has proven to be your most successful marketing tool?

Marketing is very new to me, but I’d have to say the most successful marketing tool would be the internet. Shortly after Ghostly Clues was published I asked a writer friend if she had any advice for me and her advice was to network. Join as many groups, websites as you can. So that is what I have done. I started a blog, website, twitter, facebook page, goodreads, anything to get my name out there.

What’s the best piece of writing advice you’ve received?

I think the best piece of writing advice that I have received is the same advice I tell anyone who wants to write and that is to sit down and just write. Let the words flow out of your mind. In my writing career that has been the hardest thing to do is to find the time to sit down and write. You can learn how to construct a sentence or paragraph, plot a story, and develop characters, but unless you find the time to sit down and write then that knowledge is useless. 

Please provide a favorite excerpt from your book.

Pictures drifted in and out of my head while I slept. I woke up sneezing my head off because the room was filled with the scent of lilacs. Grandma? The flowery smell vanished. The room felt creepy, cloaked in darkness, and shadows crept across the walls. I hugged Allison tightly and closed my eyes again. Just as I did a faint squeak coming from under the dresser grew louder and louder. My eyes flew open. I stared in the direction of the noise in the far corner of the room. My heartbeat echoed in my ears drowning out the squeaking. A strange, creepy feeling came over me. My skin prickled with goosebumps and my whole body tingled.
            Something tugged at the bedspread. Holy smokes. My heartbeat quickened. I scooted up against the wall. The thing inched up toward my pillow. I moved as far away from the ghostly hand as I could get. It was transparent and the pink of the bedspread was visible through it. I screamed, but the sound caught in my throat. It crept toward me, only a hand with no arm, closer-closer-the thing turned whitish, resembling a puff of smoke, and disappeared. I took a deep breath.


Where can readers find you and your book?




Also available on Amazon.com

I LOVE this excerpt! As a fellow middle grade writer, this one is going on my to read list! Thanks for being here today, Kay!

--KSR Writer

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Meet Penny Estelle: Author of "At What Price?"


Today I'd like to introduce Penny Estelle, author of "At What Price?" which is about a grandmother who steps up to take care of her six-year-old granddaughter after she is deserted by a mother who has a drug addiction. Penny reveals all of her sense of fiction secrets. Welcome, Penny! 


When did you discover you had a “sense of fiction?”

HA!  I’m not quite certain I have a “sense of fiction.”  I never made up stories at a young age (unless it was to get out of trouble) and I never invented stories to tell my kids or grandkids. I just told them the old fashioned stand-bys. 

One day I was watching my grandson playing with a toy dragon and an idea for a story came to mind, but it would have to be the END of the story. All I had to do was come up with a beginning and an ending. That ending is in my first story, Hike Up Devil’s Mountain, and Solstice Publishing picked it up. 

What was your favorite book as a child? As an adult? How did those influence you as a writer?

I didn’t read as a child.  In fact, I didn’t like reading at all, clear through my high school days. I finally started reading when I had two babies at home. It was only then that I found out I could escape reality and enter a whole different world. I started out on the historical romances of Rosemary Rogers and Kathleen Woodwiss. To this day, they are still two of my favorite authors, but I honestly can’t say they have influenced my writing today. 

I did try writing an historical romance way back then. It was a complete novel but I put it in a box and that’s where it lives. I have decided to try to do something with that story and I just recently reread it. What pathetic writing! Thank goodness I have improved a little bit.

What inspired you to write this book?

At What Price is the first adult story I have written.  It’s about a grandmother who steps up to take care of her six-year-old granddaughter after she is deserted by a mother who has a drug addiction.  My own brother had a drug problem and I’ve seen first hand what pain it can cause. 

As for inspiration, personally mine come from an idea that I get from something as simple as a commercial I see on TV, or something I see while driving, or maybe some comment one of my kids say in jest. 

How would you describe your writing process? What must you always have while writing?

When I’m in the writing mode, I can write mostly anywhere.  I’m a horizontal writer and the best time for me is on the couch at 4 am while everything is quiet. 


What has proven to be your most successful marketing tool?

I haven’t been in the writing game very long so, unfortunately, I am still looking for that secret, successful marketing tool.  I know it’s out there – something other than Twitter, blogs and facebook.  I’m waiting for it to hit me like a sledgehammer!

What’s the best piece of writing advice you’ve received?

There are five million different opinions out there.  One person might love what you have written, while someone else things it sucks.  If it helps you as a writer, take what they have to say and stick it somewhere safe.  If it doesn’t, throw it away, get rid of it, don’t let it fester.

The other was (and I’ve used it many times) write because you love doing it and not to get rich!
Side note: But you can always hope to get rich - LOL

Please provide a favorite excerpt from your book.

Now, I sat at gate C9, watching as people, one by one, left the plane. My heart was
pounding so hard, waiting to catch a glimpse of my granddaughter. The last straggler
appeared through the door and I started to panic. What if she missed the plane?

A hand touched my shoulder and I almost jumped out of my skin. “I didn’t mean
to startle you, but would you be Katherine Gardner?”

“Yes! I’m supposed to meet my granddaughter!”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Gardner,” the stewardess said. “Your granddaughter is on the
plane. She was afraid to get off. Please come with me and we’ll go get her.”

I followed her down the corridor, wondering what I was about to face. Would she
remember me at all? Had my daughter told her anything about me?

“Hey, Rio, here’s your grandmother,” the stewardess said as we entered the plane.

There sat my Lacey at the age of six. Long, curly messed-up hair, color of sand,
with big green eyes. Her face was pale and she looked scared to death. Her bottom lip
quivered. “Mimi?” she whispered.

My God, that’s what she called me when she was two! My eyes filled with tears
and my throat closed. “Rio,” I croaked.

I sat down and she crawled onto my lap, crying. I’m not sure how long we sat there before the stewardess cleared her throat, mentioning something about a schedule that needed to be kept.

Nodding my understanding, I wiped my eyes, then Rio’s and, hand in hand, we
left the plane and the airport.


Where can readers find you and your book?






Kathy, I want to thank you for allowing me to visit with you today on A Sense of Fiction.  It was great fun and I hope 2013 is one of your greatest years!

Thanks for being here today, Penny! I love it that all your inspiration comes from the world around you--those often make the best stories!

--KSR Writer