Alethea Kehas interviews Author & Illustrator Andrea Torrey Balsara

Reblogged from The Light Behind the Story as part of the series, “A Better World of Books”:

Andrea Torrey Balsara is an author and illustrator who believes in the goodness in people, especially children. Her stories and art reflect her belief that we are all one, and that no matter where we’ve come from, we’re all linked together.  

Unknown Andrea, thank you so much for being a guest on “A Better World of Books!” I think we met some time ago through that amorphous world of social media. Although we’ve never actually “met” each other in-person, I believe we share a love for writing and helping children of all ages discover and embrace their true selves. Can you share a bit of your story of how you began to write and illustrate books for kids and teens?

When I was around 6 years-old, I remember holding a beautifully illustrated picture book and a yearning welled up within me. I wanted to make pictures like those so badly. I forgot about that dream the older I got. Later, when other things fell away, that old dream came back. I started out knowing nothing, and burned through many years learning the hard way what not to do. I had never thought about becoming a writer until my sister, Michele Torrey who is herself an author,  encouraged me to learn writing. To my surprise, I love writing as much as illustrating. I love sculpting words and images from nothing.

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On the Edge of a Raindrop ~ Holiday Sale #FREE #BookSale

Sarah Brentyn's avatarLemon Shark

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As a little gift to you, gentle readers, my second collection of flash fiction is free for the holidays.

Enjoy these bite-sized delights between driving, eating, and unwrapping.

It’s the perfect book to bring along when you’re stuck in traffic, waiting for never-on-time Aunt Jackie, or sneaking out of the room because your cousin brought up that wedding thing. Again.

If you want a collection to dip in and out of during the holiday season, here’s your chance to grab a copy.

On the Edge of a Raindrop is FREE! You can get a copy HERE. 

Also: Hinting at Shadows is still on sale for the holidays. You can get a copy for just 99c/99p HERE. 

Happy Holidays! ⛄️

Here’s what some people are saying about On the Edge of a Raindrop:

Brentyn’s prose is poetic…

for those who enjoy being able to read shorter works without…

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Shimmer ~ Di #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the dark silhouette of an island in a shimmering lake, surrounded by shadowy hills. The sun is breaking out from behind the clouds in rayed splendour.

Out of the blue comes silver,
Reaching, touching shadows,
A shimmer on the horizon
Gathering and calling to the sun.
Darkness haunts inland,
Cloud cover a blanket

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Sharklets, Panda-Sax, and a #giveaway! Plus: review of DOGGEREL by @SCVincent #travel #Vienna #humor

Viennese penguins, gastronomic torture…and a wonderful review of ‘Doggerel’ by Barb’s dog…

barbtaub's avatarBarb Taub

“Sharklets!” The Hub was following me around the house, barely able to contain his excitement.

“Where?” We’d just returned from a wonderful trip, and were going through the house. But I hadn’t noticed anything that unusual, and was pretty sure any wee sharks would stand out.

“You must have noticed the wing tips!”

Now I was seriously alarmed. “You mean like in Sharknado 50 or whatever sequel they’re up to now?”

He blinked at me. One of us was not speaking the same language. “No, for the NEO of course.”

Now it was my turn to blink. We’d just spent a week in Vienna, and I was fairly sure it had been easier to communicate with an entire country full of people whose native language was not English.

What I think of when I hear “Neo”.
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“Neo? Like in the Matrix? Or one of those terms…

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Guest Author: Ernesto San Giacomo ~ Villains and Heroes: Tweaking a Standard

Imagine someone whose only desire is power, world domination, and/or gathering riches beyond the average dreams of avarice. Such an individual represents a classic villain from the SciFi or Fantasy genres, like Darth Vader from Star Wars or Voldemort from Harry Potter. At times, this archetype makes an appearance in other types of narratives, i.e. Professor Moriarty from Sherlock Holmes.

Of course, every great villain needs a hero (and vice versa). Typically, any given pair uses the same means to a vastly different end. Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader use The Force, Harry Potter and Voldemort use magic, Moriarty and Holmes use their accentuated intellects. They are opposite sides of the same coin, made good or evil by circumstance, and not so different at their core. In this way, the villain is often a dark reflection of the hero. I took this notion of reflection to the Nth degree in a short story called “A Purveyor of Odd Things” from the Ragged Souls collection. In its pages, Detective Renner Branson solves a peculiar mystery which leads him into the clutches of his doppelganger.

In a related trend, many authors spend time in their villain’s point of view, showing what turned him down that path. It humanizes this horrible person, makes us sympathize with his situation. Little Anakin was cute, wasn’t he? Knowing his backstory, can you truly condemn him for turning out how he did? Did you find yourself hoping that he may find a way back to that innocence? In this way, we authors (and filmmakers) leave a door open, teasing the reader with the possibility of the villain’s redemption.

The formula is tried and true, but sometimes the old ways need shaken up a tad. This is why I decided to shy away from the typical villain persona for my first novel, Storm of Divine Light. For starters, the hero and villain are not similar. The protagonist, Dagorat, is a well-meaning rogue with the barest whisper of magical sense, while the villain, Lamortain, is a powerful dark mage bent on domination.

I originally wrote the chapter “How to Roast a Goblin,” my first introduction of Lamortain and his sidekick Xantasia, from Lamortain’s POV. But a beta reader pointed out that no one – probably not even Ted Bundy – actually thinks of himself as evil. This would mean I’d have to work in a rationale for Lamortain being the way he was, let the reader sympathize with his backstory and give him hope for redemption. But in the end I was dissatisfied and somewhat frightened about making my villain more interesting than my hero. I wanted to make a character readers love to hate, with no hope of a change of heart, no chance of turning away from his wicked ways.

So how could I do that from Lamortain’s own head? It bothered me incessantly, until it dawned on me to present him through the eyes of his main servant/slave, Guilder. Once I rewrote the chapter from the new perspective, everything changed. The words flowed, his character shone, and my beta readers enjoyed his chapters, even if they couldn’t put their fingers on why.

As for redemption, I took the typical “conflicted villain” construct and altered it to create a conflicted hero instead. The protagonist, Dagorat, is a reformed villain of sorts. The main story arc involves his seeking a normal, meaningful existence, and trying desperately to avoid a lapse into his former nefarious lifestyle. Like Luke at the end of Return of the Jedi, there are points where Dagorat teeters on the edge of turning to the dark side. Whether he does or not, you’ll have to read to find out.

I’m certainly not the first author to play around with the general roles and themes concerning heroes and villains. I simply hope that my spin on one formula makes Storm of Divine Light an entertaining read for fantasy and non-fantasy fans alike.

 

Link to Storm of Divine Light   https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZY8C9CB

Link to Ragged Souls     https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00J6NGWVS

About the Author

Ernesto San Giacomo was born and raised on Staten Island, the forgotten borough of New York City. He spent part of his working life in retail management, and the rest of it teaching high school – and surprisingly still has his sanity. Ernesto married a military woman and moved to Mountain Home, Idaho a few years ago, leaving behind his teaching career and everything he’s ever known. Having always been the creative type, he took up a new career as an author. A few years later, he was blessed with two boys who now take up all of his time when he isn’t cooking up something new.

On November 8th, 2019, Ernesto proudly released his first novel, “Storm of Divine Light.” A 300-page epic fantasy focusing on the rogue Dagorat, it interweaves themes of darkness and light, romance, adventure and mystery, all with a healthy dose of humor, magic and swordplay.

Ernesto’s short stories tend to focus on the dark side of American culture, but the underlying themes hold true for societies around the globe. As human beings, we all experience wants, joys, sorrows, and regrets, and have views of how things ought to be. Ernesto enjoys exploring what happens when the ways in which we deal with those emotions and worldviews are taken to extremes.

His short story “Stasis” and the first chapter of his new novel both won Honorable Mentions in the San Antonio Writer’s Guild 2013 contest. His short story “Roadkill” was published in the anthology “Dark Visions,” and “Gematria 2” appeared in the 2017 edition of the Whistle Pig, an Idaho literary journal. He is currently working on the sequel to “Storm” …when he isn’t changing diapers.


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Books By Ernesto San Giacomo

Storm of Divine Light:

The Tales of Tyrennia, Book One

A disturbance in the night and an unlikely stranger force the exiled master rogue Dagorat into a perilous quest. Along with his oldest friend Cyril the Wise, he sets off to retrieve a powerful weapon stolen by the dark mages of the Golgent. Together, they brave the journey across a continent to Dagorat’s former home of Easterly, where discovery means certain execution. Along the way, he uncovers hard truths about his past, and finds new hopes for his future. But the rising threat of war means those hopes tremble on a razor’s edge. Can he ever find his way out of the shadows and into the Light?


Ragged Souls:

3 Tales of the Holy, the Strange, and the Bizarre

Plunge into the supernatural in the first tale, A Purveyor of Odd Things. Terrifying secrets are revealed to Detective Renner Branson – not just about the world, but about himself. What he finds may shatter his mind, or may salvage his wasted life.

Then visit Martha’s Kitchen, where gruesome horrors and the Sunday Special are served cold with a smile by the deliciously insane sisters Martha and Jillian.

Finally, the eternal battle for souls continues between the ancient forces of good and evil in Cactus Valley. Which one will claim victory over Bradley and Andrea?

In these pages, you’ll find angels, demons, doppelgangers, murderers, mummies, a healthy dose of the surreal, and a glimpse of the tantalizing world beyond human senses. This collection’s cold-blooded murderers, spirits made flesh, and characters teetering on the edge of reality are sure to entertain – and to haunt your dreams at night.

Praise for Ernesto’s work:
“A spoonful of horror and a dash of quirkiness” -JanJenn, online reviewer
“Ernesto San Giacomo has a wonderful way with words and a keen imagination that makes his readers delve past the surface to peer into what really makes people tick.” -D.J. McCrary, online.

Short Stories available on Kindle

Night Flights

Strange, terrifying images plague the mind of Peter the artist. Are they memories? Nightmares? Visions of the future? What is spawning them, and how is his wife experiencing the same delusions?


Gematria2

In this short story, explore the mind of a man in the grip of an obsession so intense that reality has faded from his consciousness. His fixation on Gematria leads him to a terrifying place where memories and thoughts become his only tools in the search for truth.

This is an unconventional literary piece that explores psychological themes and delves into the world of numerology. As a bonus, Gematria2 also contains extended excerpts from the author’s other short stories: Stasis, Martha’s Kitchen, and A Purveyor of Odd Things.


Stasis

In this short story, Kurt Williams has spent the last twenty years as a Libertarian refugee from a collapsing society. On his return to civilization, what he finds is nothing short of devastating. In an America where big government has run amok and nearly everything is outlawed, will his defiance and courage be enough to restore sanity?


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SHIMMER ON THE SEA

Iain Kelly's avatarIain Kelly

The sun broke through the clouds. Another day at sea ahead.

By tomorrow they would have reached port at Smuggler’s Cove. The Captain had promised shore leave of a week. He planned to spend most of it in the tavern in the centre of town.

They each had a few gold crowns to spend, the spoils of their voyage. He pictured the ideal wench he planned to take into the back rooms. Three months without the company of a woman did things to a man’s mind.

The water shimmered on the horizon. Then he spotted something, appearing out the haze. He waited a moment, letting the image develop. It became clear: a mast, a main sail, the prow topped with a flag, a Royal Navy flag.

‘Avast Ye! Ship Ahoy!’ he called, his voice travelling down from the crow’s nest to the deck below. Heads turned to look his way…

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Ani’s Advent 2019! Peace, Sleep and A Disgruntled Story Reading Ape

Hey Santa,

Well, I’ll be going home today and, to tell the truth, much as I’ve had fun with all the other animals, I’ll be glad of a rest. I may still be a pup at heart…but my bones don’t always seem to agree.

Peace on earth… that sounds pretty good about now. And anyway, I miss my sofa… and her… you get used to your own two-legs. Get them properly trained. And the fish will be missing me. And goodness only knows what the hedgehogs and the pigeons have been up to while I’ve been gone!

I suppose you don’t have that problem, working away just the one night every year. But, then, you have such a long way to go that you must turn time inside out to do it… so maybe your night is half a year for us!

Mind you, I’m not the only one wishing for a bit of peace… a certain Ape of my acquaintance has a similar problem.

Makes me tired just thinking about it!

I may have to have a nap…

Much love,

Ani xxx

The Disgruntled Ape

Every. Darn. Year. It happens…

I’d just settle into my tree by the stream, to enjoy Christmas Day, and it starts.

Next thing I know, I’m sharing branches with two courting doves who keep cooing at each other, three hens jabbering away in some foreign language, four birds that keep calling each other on their mobile phones with those irritating ringtones, somebody tossing shiny yellow rings onto the ends of the top five branches, six geese deciding to to start laying eggs from the topmost branches onto seven swans who usually swim past.

THEN, the humans start their antics.

Eight milkmaids start milking their cows in the field, while nine ladies in fancy looking dresses, complete with jewellery and beehive hairdos, dance around, most being partnered by ten posh looking men (one of whom always dances by himself), while eleven Scotsmen play bagpipes in time with twelve maniacs on drums.

I’ll be glad when 7th January arrives.


About the Ape

Chris Graham, also and perhaps better known as The Story Reading Ape, is an avid reader and the most supportive Ape known to Indie, Dog or other literary bipedal and quadrupedal lifeforms.

His website offers a huge array of resources for writers,as well as humour, publishing news and a platform where writers can be read, share their expertise and promote their work. If you don’t already follow TRSA, grab a banana and head on over.

Chris seldom promotes his own work, but he has published a book of poems, My Vibrating Vertebrae, which is the legacy of his mother, Agnes Mae Graham.


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My Vibrating Vertebrae: and other poems by [Graham, Agnes Mae]My Vibrating Vertebrae

Agnes Mae Graham

Edited by Jo Robinson

We all have dreams, loves and hopes; but what if you are a girl growing up in 20th century Northern Ireland before, during and after the ‘Troubles’? From the poetic thoughts of our Mother, we get a sense of what it was like, ranging from humour, sadness, wistful thinking and sometimes just downright nonsensical, these are the words of one such girl.

Available via Amazon UKUSACAAUS and worldwide.

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Tranquility #midnighthaiku

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A tranquil moment

Caught in the breath of a breeze

Embracing silence

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There will be fireworks ~ Tallis Steelyard

Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard:

here will be fireworks

This tale has to be true, I had it from Maljie in person. She was in discursive mood, having been released from her sickbed and allowed outside to frolic winsomely (or otherwise) over strong coffee and ridiculously large pieces of fruitcake.

Now it appears that at one point, her brother was proud possessor of a talking bird. It was of modest size and was apparently a ‘Bar-rigged Beauty’ or so the seaman he purchased it from, assured him. Nautical types who travel to the distant west on the great metal ships will buy the damned things from natives who cunningly disguise their loathing of the foreigners who doubtless exploit them; and seek to overthrow their enemies by foisting upon them birds trained to the highest degree of savagery. This bird had a long complicated name in some quaint native dialect, I am assured it was something like Nellabarstupentavotis. I assume it means, “Small feathered demon with irritating personal habits and a savage disposition.” The family called it Nella for short. This had the happy accident of naming the bird after another maiden aunt. When maiden aunt Balthusia disappointed them by totally forgetting to include them in her will, the family cast about for another potential source of largesse to flatter.

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Living Lore: The unquiet spirit of Moll Bloxham ~ Gary Stocker

Continuing Gary Stocker’s Sunday series of posts on the folklore, ancient sites and legends of Britain. If you have similar stories to share from the area in which you live,  please read the footnote and send them in.


Warwick Castle: Caesar’s Tower is the prominent one in the foreground of the image.

Moll Bloxham was an old servant formerly from Warwick Castle. She lived in a cottage close to the castle. A concession granted to her by the earl was to sell surplus milk and butter from the castle kitchens.

A rhyme about her business practises was:

“Milk and butter I sell ever.

Weight and measures I give never.”

Dis-satisfaction grew about her high prices and short measures. When word of this reached the earl, he was angry that the townspeople were being swindled and his good nature being abused. So he withdrew the concession from her. Accounts then vary, some say that she disappeared, vowing revenge using magical powers. Shortly afterwards a huge, phantom black dog appeared. It haunted the castle, terrifying whoever saw it. Three clergymen exorcised it by forcing it to jump from the top of Caesar’s Tower, where it fell into the river. Its spirit is said to be trapped under the dam.

Another account that she was punished. Succumbing to the punishment with her dying breath she cursed the castle. Shortly afterwards she appeared in the form of a large, phantom black dog. A servant tricked it into jumping into the river from Caesar’s Tower. Although it stopped appearing in that form though, it supposedly came back in the form of a ghostly grey lady. Who is still said to haunt the castle, along with some other spectres.

Sources: “Haunted Warwickshire” by Meg Elizabeth Atkins.
http://www.ghost-story.co.uk/index.php/haunted-castles/366-warwick-castle-warwick-england
https://amyscrypt.com/medieval-ghosts-englands-warwick-castle/
https://www.spookyisles.com/warwick-castle-ghosts/
Ghosts of Warwick Castle : The Vengeful Witch Moll Bloxham

About the author

Gary Stocker graduated from Coventry Polytechnic in 1991 with a degree in combined engineering. He worked in civil engineering for nearly twenty years. For the last six years he has worked in materials science and currently works as a test engineer. His hobbies and interests include voluntary work, conservation work and blacksmithing. He is also interested in history, mythology and folklore and he says, “most things”.


How did your granny predict the weather? What did your great uncle Albert tell you about the little green men he saw in the woods that night? What strange creature stalks the woods in your area?

So many of these old stories are slipping away for want of being recorded. legendary creatures, odd bits of folklore, folk remedies and charms, and all the old stories that brought our landscape to life…

Tell me a story, share memories of the old ways that are being forgotten, share the folklore of your home. I am not looking for fiction with this feature, but for genuine bits of folklore, old wives tales, folk magic and local legends. Why not share what you know and preserve it for the future?

Email me at findme@scvincent.com and put ‘Living Lore’ in the subject line. All I need is your article, bio and links, along with any of your own images you would like me to include and I’ll do the rest.

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