Doing so well too right up until the last half-inch

My favourite Old Salt Sea (Canal) Dog, Ian Hutson, has another nautical adventure to share with us! Please, read on…

The Diesel-Electric Elephant Company, England.

21032017 We saw none of these green, blue, red and yellow balloons while travelling. I suspect that Google is telling porky-pies in re these landmarks, landmarks which, had they existed, might have been useful to me in my navigations. Naughty Google.

I am speaking to you today from the bridge of H.M.S. Cardinal Wolsey, still heavily under the influence of coffee, curry and something the paramedics called “Industrial Valium”. A couple of nights ago, while the enemy was sleeping and wholly unawares (that is to say, at about ten o’clock in the morning), we slipped our moorings and made our way out into the mountainous waves and howling winds of the canal. I am pleased to report to you, the peoples of England, and indeed the peoples of the world, that due in no small part to the fortitude, bravery and sheer dumb luck of those serving aboard, the Cardinal, and…

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Welcome A.M. Manay with She Marches Through Fire #Vampires #NewRelease #RRBC

Author, Mae Clair brings us a compelling presentation of A.M. Manay’s launch of her new novel, “She Marches Through Fire”. Please, read on…

From the Pen of Mae Clair

I’m delighted to welcome A.m. Manay, sister author with RRBC to my blog today. She’s here to share some background on her newest November Snow novel. I’ve already read the first two books in this series and have pre-ordered book 3, She Marches Through Fire, which releases in just a few days. The amount of world-building Anne Margaret has put into this series is phenomenal. Highly recommended by moi. 🙂

In the meantime, please say hello as Anne Margaret shares some background about a unique setting in her books…


“Sanctuary Setting” 
by A.M. Manay

In both She Lights Up the Dark and the forthcoming She Marches Through Fire, November hides in the basement of an historic church in Oakland, California.  Churches have a long history as places of sanctuary for those hiding from persecution or arrest, so I found it thematically appropriate to make a church November’s place of…

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Indie Author Friday -John W. Howell #IndieAuthors #thriller #suspense

Teri Polen gives us a super interview of John W. Howell, author of the exciting thriller John Cannon trilogy. Please, read on…

Books and Such

It’s Friday!!!  And I’m so happy to have my friend, John W. Howell, here for Indie Author Friday.  His blog keeps me entertained daily with writerly things, views of his neighborhood, and weekly stories, and his thriller/suspense series with unlikely hero John J. Cannon is not only compelling, it can kick up the heart rate a few notches.  I have to mention his penguin wearing the sombrero question has one of the best answers I’ve seen yet.

The John Cannon Trilogy begins in Port Aransas where San Francisco lawyer John J. Cannon decided to go after taking a live of absence form his firm. He bought a boat he named My GRL with the idea of giving the charter boat business a try. He was unaware that a group of terrorists already targeted his boat to be used on a mission to destroy a symbol of America. He woke up…

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Clyde Barrow – Happy Birthday

Jan Sikes provides us with more facts about Clyde Barrow on this anniversary of his birth. Bonnie and Clyde certainly became a highly romanticised outlaw couple! Please, read on…

Writing and Music

I have always had a fascination with outlaws. Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker top my list. So, when John Fioravanti posted on his blog today that March 24th was Clyde’s birthday, I decided to tell some little known facts about him.


Clyde’s middle name was Chestnut. (I’d love to know where that came from)

He was the fifth of seven children, born in a small close-knit farming community of Telico, Texas, just north of Ennis in Ellis County. It was said that the Barrow’s farm failed from drought and his father moved them to Dallas.

He was a small unassuming boy and attended school until sixteen.  He had ambitions to become a musician, playing guitar and saxophone.

He was first introduced to crime by his older brother with petty thievery, then advanced to stealing cars. By the time Clyde was 20, he was a wanted man and fugitive.

He met…

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John’s Believe It Or Not… March 24

It’s Fabulous Friday! Did you know…

* 1975 – Parliament passes Sean O’Sullivan’s private member’s bill making the beaver the official symbol of Canada. (Due to nationalistic undertones, generally the animals chosen are often majestic, sometimes even mythical, which is why our buck-toothed, semi-aquatic rodent raises questions every now and then. So why exactly did Canada pick the beaver as its national symbol? Because of the fur trade. Without the beaver, Canada as we know it, would not exist. Everything changed the moment when early French explorers realised, “Well, they don’t have any gold, but damn! Those rodents would make good looking hats.” Beginning in the 16th century, the fur trade was the backbone of the colonial economy and a major international industry for roughly 300 years. The fur trade was instrumental in the development of the country that would become Canada. Those involved, be it explorers, voyageurs, or coureur des bois, pushed further and further into the North American interior to expand the trade—as well as France’s (and eventually Britain’s) claim over the land. At the heart of the fur trade was the beaver, whose pelts were used to make everything from wool felt hats to robes to winter coats. The use of the beaver as a symbol stems back to the main players of the fur trade, the Hudson’s Bay Company, who put the animal on their coat of arms in 1621.) Continue reading “John’s Believe It Or Not… March 24”

Meet Guest Author Stacy Gleiss…

Author Stacy Gleiss shares her memoir of transition from girlhood to womanhood that is tragic, moving, and enlightening. Please read on…

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

stacy-gleissI live fully planted in the fertile soil of my native state; enjoying outdoor activities such as fishing, hunting and watching sunsets over Lake Michigan.  But I wasn’t always here. For many years my soul was elsewhere.  

I was born and raised in nowhere special. A rural Michigander, a real bumpkin whose feet were always black and leathery in the summer.  Culture to me was playing in the woods and streams…that is until a mysterious flyer about an exchange program appeared in our rural route mailbox. This little piece of paper brought a girl named Yuki to our house. The year was 1979 and she became my best friend whether she wanted to be or not.

This is how it all started for me. I was still in high school when I first traveled to Japan and it was mesmerizing. I had only known Japan from old encyclopedias and post war history…

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