It’s here! Well, the preorder at least!
Excited to finally read my long awaited first fiction book? You can now preorder on iBooks, Kobo, and Indigo!
Click here to see the launch page and preorder today!
It’s here! Well, the preorder at least!
Excited to finally read my long awaited first fiction book? You can now preorder on iBooks, Kobo, and Indigo!
Click here to see the launch page and preorder today!
2018 has not started out to be the year I had hoped it to be so far. Since January I have endured a fair share of hardship in my personal life. This past week alone was the only week I began seeing light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak.
I haven’t done much creative writing as far as my book goes. It’s not time yet, the universe is making that quite clear with its never ending string of obstacles.
Giving up isn’t something I do. I just have to take the weekend, relax and figure out ways to get over the obstacles.
My plan is to have it published once and for all with a October 2018 deadline. I think Halloween time is fitting for the theme. This also gives me plenty of time to edit it and re-edit it to make it the masterpiece I want it to be and something I can be proud to show all of you.
As my father says, “Rome wasn’t built in a day”…
You’ve heard it before, Cats have nine lives. We are one of the luckiest animals to roam the earth, most of us having a moment where our lives flash before our lives and being alive to tell the tale.I can’t remember very far back to the beginning of my life; I remember there being a celebration. They put me in a tiny box that had peek holes on the side; I could see a child, excited as he began unwrapping the red bow from the box. The gift he had always wanted was inside; me, a black short haired tabby cat. She named me Blackie. I have no clue why but I went with it. I was the best pet she could ever have and we did everything together. She took me around in those doll strollers; I hated it and admit to trying to fight her off on one occasion or another but I loved her and she loved me. We had the perfect life until one day it happened.
My excitement got the better of me; as I jumped and played in the room with the big windows, I caught the curtains and everything came down. It scared the fleas out of me. I ran and hid under a table, knocking over a lamp. It broke; the humans were angry. I didn’t know what to do. Before I knew it the humans were packing boxes of things; the saddest day was the day that big truck drove away and the humans forgot to pack one thing, me. I never saw that kid or family again and it was all my fault.
I stayed at the house for a few days. I ran out of food and water, it was lonely. Soon I escaped and became a roamer. A homeless cat living off field mice and being chased from yards by big scary dogs and old humans with large sticks; it was a cruel world. I had it hard outside on my own. I had gathered a tick behind one of my ears, it burned every time it bit me and I had nobody to help me get rid of it. I also managed to lose a toe on my left paw, fighting and over time, cataracts began taking over my left eye. I went from being a groomed house pet to a utter and complete mess.
It was winter time when I was finally rescued; a little girl and her brother, saw me as they played outside. I diligently crept closer; I was on the prowl and on defence. I knew better than to trust humans; they had abandoned me once before. One of the children went indoors shortly after coming back with what looked like frozen meat! I was so hungry, field mice and the odd bird was not a healthy diet for a cat of my stature. I carefully befriended the humans.
Even though it was cold outside, I would find safety in an old shed at the back of the humans property. The shed was filled with old tools, shelves of boxes and plenty of mice for the taking.
Every day that little girl would come and check on me, bring me something to eat until one day I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to be with my new friend. It was a blustery winters night, the head of the human family was struggling to get in the door with his arms full and I took full advantage. I ran full speed ahead through the open door into the house and hid under furniture. I was going to live there and that was final.
After a few days the bigger humans agreed that if I saw a doctor and took a bath, I could stay. They took care of that tick that had take residency at the back of my ear. The cataract became a part of me, leaving me partially blind but I was happy I was alive.
Me and my new humans lived in harmony for a long time. We moved to a bigger house at one point but this time, I got to come along. I slept on my human girls bed and if she didn’t bring me with her at bedtime, I would make sure to be at her door letting her know not to forget about me. I loved her and she loved me.
It was the kind of friendship only we understood. I put up with other humans, some I despised and made it quite clear by using my talons to warn them not to touch me. She however, could carry me around, smother me with hugs and play fight with me, I wouldn’t draw my talons on her; she was my best friend up until the very end.
They say cats have nine lives, I think I lived the best of mine.
*Based on my favourite pet. Sadly Lucky the cat passed away in 1999 after a brief illness caused by old age. He was 17 years old, human years. Lucky will always be in my heart*
I’m a few days late but happy new year!
Life has kept me busy over the past while, holiday season, need I say more?
I don’t do resolutions; there are constant small things I am always looking toward improving on like having more patience, actually going to bed at the time I say I will and the big one, procrastinating less on things I fear. I plan on hitting things head on this year! Go me!
I’m looking forward to a new year with new opportunities and new adventures. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to releasing End of the World: Infected 2nd Edition. It’s going to be braver and bolder than the original.
They say good things come to those who wait and I hope this is one of those things.
Dawn laid in her bed, she felt weak that morning; she was nervous. Her Doctor had called prior with results from a test.
Mali lay his head on her arm, he had been waiting patiently as Dawn took her time to get up. A German Shepherd who was wiser than most humans. He was a gift to Dawn from her parents when she had moved out on her own six years before; he was her best friend, always by her side.
Dawn slowly sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Mali licked his chops and wagged his tail. He got up and left the room, returning within minutes with his leash in mouth. He wanted his morning walk, he wanted his time with Dawn.
“Give me a minute pal.” She said as she walked by him, patted his head and went into the washroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror; so gaunt and sickly, you wouldn’t tell she was only 29. She washed her face and went back into her bedroom to get dressed. The room spun as she bent down to put her pants on. She grabbed onto Mali, trying to keep her balance before hitting the floor. Mali paced around her as she slowly got back up.
“Well that was weird.” She said as she composed herself and went into the kitchen to eat a little something before heading out for that walk.
As she reached up to grab a plate from the cupboard, her vision became blurry; Dawn fell, the coffee cup smashing into smithereens as it hit the floor with her. Mali began whimpering and pacing around Dawns motionless body. She had fallen before but this time felt different, she wasn’t getting up. Mali tried to wake her by licking her face, she hated that but not this time.
Mali raced to the front door, he was much smarter than anyone knew. He always watched how Dawn did things; he braces himself, hopped up bracing himself against the wall, one paw on the door latch. He pushed down and tugged slightly with his body. Hearing a click, he pushed the door open with his snout and booted down the street.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him; he remembered the purple house, the one where Dawn always stopped during their walks. He remember the purple house and the lady with the homemade treats. Mali began barking as loud as he could, he knew someone would hear him, they always did.
A woman with red hair came out of the purple house, “It’s Mali!” She called. A man rushed out of the house and the woman knelt down to Mali. “Where’s Dawn pal?” She said as she rubbed his ears. Mali was very distressed, shaking her hands off him and circling her for attention. “Somethings not right!” She said as Mali continued barked and began running back toward he and Dawns house. The woman and the man jumped into their car and followed behind Mali. They knew Dawn had been sick, they knew her well and they knew her dog.
Dawn opened her eyes slowly, the halogen lights hurt her eyes. Where am I? She thought as she began to regain her sight.
“Welcome back!” Said a deep toned voice. Dawn looked to her right and there stood a man in a white jacket, he had a stethoscope around his neck.
“You suffered a blackout due to severe dehydration, have you been working a lot Miss?” He asked.
“Yes. Yes I think I have.” She replied.
Dawn looked around, wondering how she got here. “Where’s my dog?” She asked.
“Oh hold on a minute.” Said the doctor with a smile. He left the room for a moment.
Dawn was confused until the door opened and the woman with the red hair poked her head in. “You’re awake!” She said.
“Rita!” Said Dawn, she couldn’t have been happier to see her closest friends face. Rita walked in the door and beside her walked Mali. He instantly became excited and wriggled his way from Rita’s grasp. He jumped up on the hospital bed with Dawn and began frantically sniffing and licking her, as he always did.
“He ran to our house when you fell! He saved your life!” Said Rob, Rita’s husband.
As Mali calmed down and lay beside Dawn she took his furry face in her hands and looked into his brown eyes.
“He’s my best friend, always by my side.” She said, giving him a squeeze. He put a paw around her shoulder.
I was getting one of my dogs ready for a walk when I was startled by a woman standing at the pathway to my front door holding an armful of books.
Now, we get a lot of door-to-door sales people, church people, you name it, coming to our door trying to sell us things or get us to join things (seriously I had someone from the church of Scientology just last week…). I automatically thought she was selling bibles. I don’t need a bible; my kids attend catholic school, believe me we have bibles.
As the nice person I am, I listened to her. Maybe it was the fact she had paw prints on her tshirt or maybe it was her honest eyes but either way I listened. She told me she was a local author and she was out to spread the word about her inspirational story.
As we stood there chatting about her book my teen daughter chimed in, “My moms an author too!”. Oh my god she didn’t just; I smiled and told her I’m newly self published and working on the final draft of my 2nd edition.
Although I am a fiction writer and she non-fiction, I admire anyone who puts themselves out there in the form of their art and for the love of their passion.
Her name is Michelle Jameus, author of “To Companion Friends, With Love“. It’s an inspirational story about one woman’s six month journey, ocean to ocean (which named her the first female cross Canada marathoner to successful do so) to help make a difference for unwanted companion animals. Through her story she takes readers through her incredible experience, what she endured both physically and mentally all through passion and love for what she believes in. Incredible, I can’t wait to read it in its entirety.
She gifted me a copy of her book, I should have had her sign it. I wasn’t expecting that. In fact, I most likely would have checked it out for my Kindle collection; physical copies are always awesome to have though!
Click the title link above to check out Michelle Jameus’ book, especially if you have passion and a deep love for your furry four legged companions, pets!
My vision was to release a two part Zombie apocalypse fiction book. Part one was released in spring of this year with part two (slowly) in the works with a hopeful release by the fall.
I fell short of my ideas and have been struggling through the summer to create a second instalment that was strong enough as a standalone. Continuing a story and making it as great as it’s first isn’t easy. I didn’t give up, instead I’ve decided to release End of The World: Infected (2nd edition).
I’m finishing the last of the chapters of the book and going back to plump up some of the first that some critics found bland. Our protagonists can use an attitude adjustment and let’s face it, we need more zombie sequences.
Why the change? Bigger is better. My measly attempt at a short book failed; people want bigger, they want more. I’ll give them bigger and I’ll try to give them more!
For now you can still grab the first part of the story for .99 cents on Amazon. This is a limited price as we wait for completion of the bigger and bolder 2nd edition!
Wish me luck!
It’s summer time which means when it’s not raining, I’m out enjoying the outside world. That’s the unfortunate part of still using a desktop PC as my “office computer” instead of saving up and buying myself a spanking new laptop. Oh the dreams of a writer!
My birthday is this month, it’s on my wish list.
I’m still writing; just at a slower pace. I’ve been keeping up with things over on my parenting blog and trying to cram out as many ideas on my iPhone as I can so when I do have a day or evening to MYSELF I will be able to sit down at my actual computer and write a big chunk and possibly finally finish EOTW: Infected Part 2 before Fall.
Yes, I could write it mobile but the feeling of my fingers tapping a screen compared to tapping physical keys isn’t the same. Plus, I type faster without autocorrect in the way.
I also think Fall is a better release date; closer to Halloween. I may or may not have some juicy surprises around the release date (TBA).
Good things come to those who wait. In the meantime, you can buy your copy of End of the World: Infected Part 1 on Amazon. If you’ve read it and are just waiting on part 2, don’t forget to leave a nice word or two with Amazon reviews!
The group sat staring at Nick as he finished telling the last scary story for the night. Gathering around the camp fire was a nightly ritual during summers at the camp. Hundreds of campers had come and gone telling hundreds of spooky stories, passing them on to younger generations.
It was that time of night again when the campfire was doused out and the campers along with their guides all headed back to their assigned log cabins for another night. A group of four boys trailed behind the rest of the campers; four friends who’d been going to that camp for three summers in a row, it was the one thing they looked forward to every summer; hanging out with “the boys”.
“Ooooh!” chanted Tyler as he wiggled a piece of tissue in front of Sam’s face.
“Stop it!” laughed Sam, he knew Tyler always liked to goof around.
Joel looked nervous; he had drunk a little too much juice at the campfire. The boys were not far from the lavatories located near the cabins, nobody would care if he took a quick pit stop.
“I need to stop at the bathroom guys. I’ll meet you back at the cabin,” he said.
Lucas poked fun at him. “You sure you don’t need us to wait outside or like hold your hand?” he joked as the four boys burst into friendly laughter.
What a bunch of knuckleheads, Joel thought as he parted ways with his friends and made his way up a small hill toward the washrooms; a small building containing several toilet stalls and shower stalls.
The wind was brisk for a summer’s night; Joel zipped up his jacket. He looked down at his wrist and checked his watch, it had stopped working at 9:00 PM. “Piece of crap!” he said, shaking his wrist around in an attempt to get the watch to work again. He had saved up two months of his paper route job to afford that watch.
Joel walked up the path toward the doors to the washroom. The wind picked up and his cap blew off his head onto the ground. In an effort to catch it he reached, missing it by inches as it continued to blow into some nearby bushes.
“Great,” said Joel. That was his New York Rangers cap that his father had given him for his birthday earlier that month; he was not about to lose it to some wind! He followed the hat which had landed in the middle of the bushes.
As he reached for the cap, a cold clawed hand grabbed his. Joel screamed in horror.
“What’s taking him so long?” asked Sam as he looked out the window in search of Joel. It had been about fifteen minutes since their return; it was almost time for lights out.
The three boys gazed out the window with multiple, horror story-like scenarios played in their minds. Maybe he was just getting them back for teasing him earlier. A hand on Tyler’s shoulder startled the boys out of their trance. Their guide, Nick was standing behind them.
“Where’s Joel?” he said, staring at each boy for a brief moment.
“He stopped to use the bathroom. He was right behind us,” said Sam.
“The Lake demon.” whispered Lucas.
“That’s not even funny. Besides, that’s just and an old camp story we tell to scare you guys.” laughed Nick.
“Well it worked!” said Lucas.
“Alright, I’ll take a flashlight and go see what’s holding him up. You three get settled for bed. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.” said Nick as he grabbed a flashlight and headed out the door of the cabin.
Nick walked toward the lavatories with his flashlight in hand. As he got closer, the wind began to pick up and the air became chillier than usual. The flashlight began to flicker; Nick gave it a swift tap with his hand. The light came back on.
“Damn batteries” he muttered to himself.
Nick entered the showering area, the lights were turned off and it was dead silent; not a soul in sight. As he turned away to leave he heard footsteps as if someone was running around the area where the toilet stalls and sinks were. He slowly made his way toward the wall on the other side of the showers. He reached his hand around and switched on the lights. The lights slowly flickered on. He slowly peered around the corner, his heart beating a mile a minute; nobody was there. He proceeded to check each stall one by one; all six of them were empty.
Nick turned off the light and left the small building. When he got back outside he saw it; Joel’s hat on the ground beside the bushes. He called out to Joel with no response as he walked closer to the bushes. He could hear muffled, raspy breathing; the bushes close by swayed slightly. As Nick knelt down he saw something that shook him to the core; the dead body of Joel, being caressed by a horrifying creature; it looked limber with thin long arms and legs. Its face was that of a nightmare; pale skin, slanted demonic eyes and thin lips encasing razor sharp teeth. Its face was covered in what looked like blood. Nick was too terrified to say a word, the creature stopped eating its prey; it noticed him. He began to crab-crawl backward away from the bushes as quickly as he could. He stumbled getting back to his feet as the monster followed close behind, it could smell its fear. He kept on running. He looked behind for a brief moment; the monster seemed to have vanished. He sped up and ran as quickly back to the cabin; he needed to get help!
“There he is, why’s he running?” Sam questioned and pointed out the window at Nick who’s face was sheet white. He was running fast toward the cabin. He had Joel’s cap in his hands. He swung open the door, slamming it behind him as he tried to talk while catching his breath.
“Slow down, where’s Joel?” asked Tyler. The boys were beginning to become concerned, other campers began to climb out of their bunks to see what the commotion was all about.
“Something’s out there, some kind of a monster. It was behind me. It got Joel.” sweat poured down Nicks’ face, he was trembling as he peeked out the blinds on the window of the cabin door.
“Great acting, Nick. Seriously, where’s Joel?” asked Lucas as he reached for the door handle. Nick grabbed Lucas’s hand and stopped him. “Don’t go out there, it’s not safe!” he said.
Lucas was scared, “the lake demon.” he whispered as the cabin lights went out and the group of campers heard a thud at the cabin door…
I think the hardest part about self publishing a book is self-advertising. Who wants to talk about themsekves? Okay, maybe some people do but I’m not one of them. I don’t like to sound like a braggart. Upon my search for ways to get my book into the hands of new readers I found a few websites to help me out!
The awesome people of AwesomeGang.com offer new authors (like me) a chance to introduce ourselves to the world by means of an author interview and chance to submit our books to be featured on their website; great way to share the love for new and upcoming authors!
Today, I share with you my first author interview. Thank you AwesomeGang for sharing and I hope you enjoy my first book!
Click here for the full interview!