October Trick or Treat Extravaganza!

Discover new authors, read fun interviews, and enter for a chance to win lots of great prizes during October 2019 at author Cathy Brockman’s October Trick or Treat Extravaganza!

You can view my interview (I talk about my favorite sci fi and paranormal books and movies and share an awesome applesauce cake recipe) here: https://cathybrockman.com/?p=13823

And you can follow this link directly to the giveaway contest:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/2da79bfb4/

Octoberfest Prizes

October Book Fair!

Technically, it’s Autumn in Virginia. The leaves are falling but air conditioners are still blasting. Pumpkin spice is available in every food and drink imaginable at practically every store and coffee shop. Fall clothes look amazing. In my closet. And in my closet the sweaters and boots will stay until the temperature drops below the 85 degree average.

No matter the weather, I’m still in the mood to bring out my Halloween decorations and watch scary movies. During my favorite month of the year, I’ll be posting about giveaways and book fairs as well as poems, book recommendations, short essays on whatever is bugging me, and more.

Don’t miss the October Book Fair online event sponsored by OTOHbooks and Unearthly Ever Afters. Click on the link below to head to the book fair full of free and discounted books. While you’re there, you can enter for a chance to win a $25 Amazon card! Good luck, have fun, and discover some exciting books to enjoy!

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For the Rest of Us

What happens when sh*t hits the fan and plans, hopes, jobs, or relationships get torn apart and scattered? Books by experts outline stages of grief, and maybe some people go through each of the stages and grieve their loss- neat and complete. Maybe they move on in time, unburdened, knowing with high confidence that their loss was a fluke, never to occur again, but for the rest of us….

Low

Failure- The death of a dream, for the meantime

Humiliation- Hell for everyone who’s taken a ride on the loss of pride train

Humility- Heat and flames cut to low, fires hidden. No step taken lightly

Dream- in color. Sift through ashes. Scatter seeds. Simmer. Rise and fall. And again.

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Salt for Sweetness

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It’s summer! The sun’s shining and my snow boots and coat have been hidden away in the attic where they belong. The frost is gone. The yellow pollen clouds of misery have eased. Now everything is alive and bright. It’s beach weather, camping weather, not shivering and driving my little car in the ice kind of weather. Summer is my favorite time of year but I don’t have any verses of saccharine prose to offer. I won’t wax poetical about gentle spring flowers finding strength to endure summer or whatever. I would rather eat glass. So here’s a little salt instead of sticky sweetness.

Salt for Sweetness

Life surrounds joy with darkness

Sometimes the good is just a drop of rain in a barrel of fire

and the fire rises

The heat finds me in the shade

as I sit across from eyes that don’t want to see

anything but the good in everything

I’ll take salt over artificial sweetness

The truth brings out the flavor in the fire

by Christina Lynn Lambert

 

 

But This Time

Once upon a time

I forgot all the words

I forgot how to spell

I forgot my own name

I sat down in the kitchen and cried

and forgot why it mattered that I couldn’t remember

all the lessons I’d surely learned  somewhere

so I slept for a while then reinvented myself

with a nice backstory

All the scars I bear

were given simple reasons for being

every day fun reasons

like an ice skating fail

a cooking burn

wrecked my bike sailing down the trail with the wind in my hair

and I dance around the fuzzy memory of fear

The past has teeth

or so I’ve heard

but the teeth of the past

are just for show

to terrify

but that’s the only sharpness they own

Still I hide

Being foolish and being forgetful

they are not the same thing

but the path with that lovely tree

the one with the smooth bark  and silver leaves

I’ve been down this path before

riding fast with the wind in my hair

The sharp teeth tell me so

I pick up one of the silver leaves carpeting the ground

It’s green

The silver I saw in the distance, just a hint

Maybe a promise

The wind blows the leaves into a line

that disappears into the deep dark

and I know

answers are hidden

further along  the trail

Follow the trail to find my name

but this time, I’ll take a weapon

                                                        by Christina Lynn Lambert

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In the spirit of National Poetry Month, I checked out a couple books from the library including, I Shall Not Be Moved by Maya Angelou and Complete Stories and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe. In addition to the more famous authors, I want to find poems and short stories to read written by currently unknown writers and by people who don’t even consider themselves writers or poets but just felt they had something to say, a message, or an experience they needed to put down on paper because they couldn’t keep the words inside any longer. Really, everybody has a story, but sometimes they’ve forgotten their story is worth telling.