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Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone

Today’s Daily Prompt asks;

Ever have an experience that felt surreal, as though you’d been suddenly transported into the twilight zone, where time seemed to warp, perhaps slowing down or speeding up? Tell us all about it. If you haven’t had an experience in real life that you can draw from, write a fictional account of a surreal experience.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SURREAL.

I’ve had a few surreal incidences in my life. I’ve spoken about them earlier in my blog. Like almost being killed by my best friend. That was scary and heartbreaking all at once. But it was also surreal in that moment she was standing over me with that huge butcher knife in her hand. Time slowed, almost stopped as I waited, silent and still, to see what she would do next.


Or when my ex, after stalking me for years, showed up on my doorstep after almost a year of silence on his part. Showed up unexpected and unwanted. Where he proceeded to try to talk me into going someplace alone with him. For me, time sped up, as I watched in my mind all the crazy things he did to me, or tried to do to me. As the pictures flashed in lightening speed, the voice of my best friend at the time, yelling at me not to ever go off with my ex as she was terrified he would harm me.

I also remember a time when my mother and I were driving to work one cold winter morning. We worked at the same place, my first job out of high school. We cleaned the heavy frost off all the windows while the car heated up. It was about 4:30 in the morning. Still dark and so very cold. We got in the car, my mom driving and headed down the quiet street. There was one stop sign before we hit the main road to work. I remember the car as it was the ugliest orange-brown color. But it worked and got us back and forth to work. It was a small car I remember that too.

We stopped at the stop sign and both of us looked right and left, even though it was a 4 way stop. Neither one of us saw anything coming. So we slowly start to move through the intersection when I looked out my passenger side window and saw this car driving fast headed right at us. Something in the back of my mind screamed…..”It’s not going to stop!”

Sure enough, even though it was a 4 way stop, the man driving did NOT stop and hit the passenger side of the car and we spun at least 3 times before finally coming to a stop. We were quite scared and shaken but unhurt. We got out of the car and so did the man who hit us. He started yelling at us! I was so angry I got right in his face and started yelling right back. He was a good foot taller than me and probably had 100 lbs on me too. But after I got over being scared I was damn mad.

He started yelling that we should have stopped and stuff about stupid women drivers. I looked at his car with hardly a dent in it, but I also noticed that he hadn’t scraped his front window! There was this tiny clean space and the rest was solid frost! Hell, there was no way he could have even seen us much less the stop sign! That just made me more angry. About that time the police showed up and one officer took me aside and the other officer took the man off.

I told the officer what happened. I also pointed out the ice on the mans windshield. All though the guy left his car running to hopefully defrost the window before the police arrived. Didn’t work, as the police showed up rather quickly that morning for a change.


I remember though the feeling of calm come over me as I saw that car getting bigger fast just before he hit us. It was slow motion that time too, but quickly sped up after the accident. I also remember vividly the police officer looking at my mom’s car and telling me that if my mother would have been just a few seconds slower, the car would have hit my door and probably, if not killed me, injured me greatly. As it was, I was just shook up, but alive.

So yeah, I’ve had my fair share of surreal happenings.








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Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance

Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance

What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MOVEMENT.


Ah, dance. I love to dance, always have. I think I came by it honestly through my parents. They both love music and I remember when I was very young watching my mom and dad dance the ‘Big Apple’ or the ‘Jitterbug’. They would be dancing and laughing and having such fun! Those were the dances of their youth and they loved them.



I remember having a small record player when I was a kid. I would play actual vinyl records! I know I’m aging myself, but that’s ok. To this day I love vinyl records, 45’s, albums, for a while I even had some really old 78’s. (If you are too young to remember what they were or looked like, google them! Ha-ha)

When I was a kid, I would make up my own dance moves to my records. I’d work on them for weeks till I got it down just right. I would never sing though, because even back then, I knew my voice was not made for singing! I knew the songs by heart though, and my dance steps. And the rare times I knew no one was about I would try singing them along with doing my dancing. But I would never sing in front of anyone.

My parents loved to have me do my little dance routines in front of company. I think those were the only times I wasn’t shy! I would set my record player up and strut my stuff. The adults would clap and laugh and ask for more! I was in my element.

As I grew older I was taught how to waltz by my dad. We’d go out as a family to the bar and crank the jukebox up and my dad would waltz with me around the pool table. Those were fun times!


When I moved to Texas, of course I learned how to Texas Two-Step. Me and a girlfriend would go to a place in Ft Worth where they had a huge dance floor. We’d buy our first drink and sit at a table and it didn’t take long for both of us to be asked to dance.

I remember the first time a cowboy type asked me to dance. I warned him that I had never danced the two step and he was risking his fancy cowboy boots to my feet. He didn’t mind, he said, and off we went. He slowly showed me the basics and within minutes we were going around that old oak dance floor like we had been dancing together for years. Those were fun days back then. He never failed to ask me to dance every time my girlfriend and I went there.

I still love to dance, even though I rarely do anymore. But sometimes I crank up the music in the house and just go for it! My dog Sam is barking and chasing me and the cats look at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I laugh and just keep twirling! Sometimes, life is good.




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Blog challenge · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers · stories · writing

Friday Fictioneers ~~ Feb 28, 2014


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)



Thank you Rochelle for another great Friday Fictioneers. If you want to see what the Friday Fictioneers is all about click here. If you want to read other great stories based on the same picture, click here.

Copyright -Sandra Crook
Copyright -Sandra Crook


Genre: Literary Fiction (98 words)

“The hay is making me sneeze!”

“Hush Hanna! The driver will hear you.”

Aaaachoooo! Mica the hay is driving me crazy! It itches too!”

“Would you rather have walked to town?”

“When Papa finds out we’ve run away to get married, he is going to be so angry.”

“Once we are man and wife, Hanna it won’t make any difference.”

“You are right, I will stop complaining.”

“We are almost there Hanna. Once the tractor slows be careful jumping down. Soon we will be man and wife.”

Once down, they heard a voice………

“Well daughter, what have you to say for yourself?”


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Weekly Writing Challenge: Object

Objects are evocative; they hold stories. The writing challenge this week is to begin with an object. Take something small, and concrete — a thing, a noun — and use that as a starting point.

I began thinking what I could use as an object for my challenge. I looked all over my home office, nothing came to mind. I sat and thought and thought and thought, nothing came to mind. I decided to do some other things to clear my mind of everything.  Start with a blank canvas so to speak. It usually works for me and sure enough, it did again.

I had the object I wanted to write about. It was perfect. It meant a lot to me. It held great meaning. It was a simple object, yet with so many emotions attached to it. Below is that object.


Dad's coffee cup (c) JLPhillips 2014
Dad’s coffee cup (c) JLPhillips 2014


It usually sits in a glass cupboard with other things I value. So it’s a bit dusty, a bit dirty, but means so much.

It was my Dad’s favorite coffee cup according to my mom. My dad died a little over ten years ago from prostate cancer. I loved my dad. So this coffee cup holds lots of memories and love.

Sometimes I take it out of the cupboard and just hold it in my hands and think of him. I talk to him and tell him I miss him and I wish I could see him one more time. I tell him that I would have been there as he passed to tell him I loved him if I could have.

But I wasn’t there. That makes me so sad sometimes.

My mother sent me this cup several years after Dad died. You see, the time of his death is doubly sad as I wasn’t on speaking terms with my family at the time. No one told me he had died till several months after the fact. I never got my chance to say I loved him, I never got my chance to say good-bye.

I believe he knew I loved him. My dad and I could communicate silently. We did it most of our lives. He was a quiet man, kept to himself a lot. But, I always could talk to him. He was always honest with me. I appreciated that fact.

So even though this cup never gets filled with coffee anymore, it’s filled with other things. Memories, love, forgiveness, and peace.


It’s just a cheap glass coffee cup

But inside, it’s not empty

as memories fill it to the brim

Memories of quiet talks when no one else was around

of flower beds and growing things

that surrounded you

of black coffee with just a touch of sugar

and a doughnut on the side

This cup isn’t empty at all

as my love fills it up to be drank by the ghosts

of the past

Long fingers on strong hands grasping

the handle with care

This may look like an old cheap glass coffee cup

but to me it’s much more

It’s you Dad, I love you

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Share Your World – 2014 Week 8

Cee’s Photography blog has a weekly thing going. She gives you 4 random questions to answer on your blog. Her questions are always fun. This week’s questions are below with my answers. Come play along if you wish!

Just click on Cee’s name above and see what it’s all about!


Would you rather be given $10,000 for your own use or $100,000 to give anonymously to strangers?

Now $10,000 would be great to have. I could find a use for it for sure. But, to have $100,000 to give away? That would be fun! I know of a couple of people who could sure use some help right now. If I had to give away to absolute strangers, I could do that too. Go to homeless shelters and find a woman with young kids, or a young family that needs some help. Find them a nice place to live, maybe give them enough groceries to last a while. Help them get nice clothes to go for job interviews. Pay for babysitting so the parents can go out and look for work. Help them get their dignity and pride back.  There are so many needy families out there to help. I would also give some to my no kill animal shelter, so they wouldn’t have to worry about food, vet care or other things, while they find homes for all the animals. Hmm, I’m thinking I would need a bit more than $100,000 to do what I want to do. But it’s a start!

When you’re 90 years old, what will matter most to you?

What will matter most? Seeing I reach 91! Ha-ha! Seriously, I have no idea, when I get there I will let you know. I think my first thought would be, I hope I’m not in a home somewhere. Or if I am it’s a good one. I hope that my mind is still clear. I’m not real worried about that one, as many of my family have lived well into their 90’s with their minds intact. My mother is 84 and sharp as a tack. Not much you get over mom. My health will probably matter most.

Candy factories of the entire world have become one and will now be making only one kind of candy. Which kind, if you were calling the shots?

I am a diabetic. And do you know sugarless candy usually sucks and not in a good way?? Not to mention if eaten too much, you will live in the bathroom for the next 24 – 48 hours?? Truth! I tried some  candy that was sugar-free when I first became diabetic. Not my greatest idea. I mean, really, who can eat just one piece of candy? They tasted great! So I was working away and eating a piece here and there thinking nothing of it. A couple of hours later, my hell began. It’s the best tasting colon cleansing stuff out  there! Enough said about that! So now, for the most part I stay away from candy. If I do need a piece because the cravings are too bad I have a regular piece and call it good. My favorites? Peanut M & M’s.

So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?

I own an umbrella??  If I do, it’s news to me. Ok, I admit, I don’t own an umbrella. Sometimes I wish I did and every time I have to take Sam out in the rain, I tell myself to get one. Sam won’t go out to potty in the rain unless I go out with him. Yeah, he figures if he has to get wet, so do I.  I do have a fenced yard. But he refuses to go out the door when it’s raining. Unless I go to. So I do. Because it’s better than the alternative. Not that Sam potties in the house, he doesn’t. He has a bladder of steel. I just hate to see the little guy in misery because it’s been raining all day. And what’s a little rain water? When it’s warm, it’s even fun. Brings the kid out in me.

So what would your answers be? 

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Please help no amount is too small…

No one should have to lose their home because they are sick. I’ve lost homes before. I know what it feels like to worry half to death where you will be living. It’s not fun. Please help if you can, if nothing else to reblog this. The WP community is a great one, let’s show Merry just how great we can be.

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Daily Prompt: Tainted Love

Ever been dumped by a boyfriend or girlfriend? Was it a total surprise, or something you saw coming? Tell us your best, worst breakup story. Never been the dumpee, always the dumper? Relate the story of a friend who got unceremoniously kicked to the curb. Change the names to protect the innocent if you must.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us RELEASE.

Well, Daily Prompt, where was this on Valentine’s Day? Kidding!

I’ll tell you about the first time I was dumped. Ah, it still has a small pin prick of a hurt left, even after so many years.

I remember like it was yesterday, his golden hair, blue eyes, and sweet smile. He was a god to me! An Adonis in all his glory. He’d smile at me and I’d melt into a puddle of girlish dreams.

He was an older man, I was still a child. I know this now, but then I felt my heart beat fast when in his company. His name was James, he was nineteen, I was thirteen. And he stole my heart, then broke it.

He lived across the alley from me and the first time I saw him in his Air Force uniform, I fell in love. Completely, hopelessly, delightfully, and frightenly in love. I was playing softball in the alley with my friends, I was the pitcher. I remember throwing the ball and having a friend hit it with a resounding whack! Off it flew into a neighbor’s yard. Yes, it was Jame’s yard and that’s when I met him.

He was helping his mother pick plums off her plum tree in their backyard. He was in uniform, smiling and laughing with his mother. His head thrown back, laughter erupting like a geyser out of his golden throat. His blonde hair ruffled by a caressing breeze. I stood there, silent and in awe that such a being existed in my world and I had never seen him before.

It was in that instant that I fell in love.

Our ball in the meantime had landed at his feet. He stopped laughing and looked down at it and then at me standing outside the gate.

“This your ball?” He asked me smiling.

I could only nod my head shyly. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he bent down and picked up the ball. His mother, who in past times had yelled at us kids in the neighborhood to stop being so loud, to stop stealing her plums, (we did steal them too, as they were the juiciest, plumpest plums anywhere!), to stay out of her yard! His mother, started to berate me for playing ball in the alley. I heard him say softly, “Mom, don’t, they are only playing.”

Wonders of wonders! She smiled and hushed, I remember being awed that he could quiet her with a few soft words. In fact, I had never once, in all the years that we lived across from her, I had never seen her smile. Yet, there she was, doing so! I don’t know what surprised me the most, the twinkle in his eyes, or the sight of old Mrs. Holden with a smile on her face!

He sauntered over to the gate and opened it. Stepping out into the alley next to me. He held out the ball and smiled his beautiful smile. I took the ball and felt my heart thundering in my chest.

“I’m James, you can call me Jim. Who are you?”

I managed to get out of my closed throat, “Jackie.”

“Can I watch you guys play for a while?”

Staring at the ground like a ninny, I muttered, “Sure.”

I turned and ran back to my friends. Feeling nervous and shy like the young school girl I was, I continued playing with my friends. Soon I heard Jim’s voice behind me.

“I can show you a better way of throwing the ball. It’ll put more of a spin to it, harder to hit.”

I turned quickly and almost hit against his solid chest. I could feel my face turning beet red as it was wont to do in situations like this. Damn my shyness! But being the kind guy he was, he never mentioned red faces or shy eyes. He stood behind me and put his arms around me and showed me how to hold the ball in my fingers and to give it a slight twist just as I let it go in my throw.

From that day on my summer break from school turned magical. Every day for weeks I would talk to Jim and he to me. We’d laugh and tell jokes and have fun. Then one day my older sister showed up. She is two years older than me. So at 15 she was closer to Jim’s age than me. They began to talk and I noticed how Jim could not take his eye’s off of my sister. I died inside. Crushed. Knowing there was nothing I could do.

So yes, my Adonis threw me over for my sister! The pain, the humiliation. He gently told me I was too young for him. That though he enjoyed my company, he wanted to date my sister!

So there you have it folks. My first true heartbreak. Oh, they didn’t last long, my sister and Jim. Just the summer. She broke it off with him! So I suppose we both had our hearts broken that summer.




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Author Interviews · Fiction · Uncategorized · writing

Announcing the winner of the Maddie Cochere Book giveaway!

Hello people!

Happy Thursday to everyone! I’m just doing a quick post to announce the winners of Maddie Cochere’s new book “Murder Under Construction.”


If you haven’t read that post, please go here. Maddie has a wonderful new book out.

As promised, Maddie is willing to give away three copies of her new book. I put all the names into a hat, (took me a devil of time to find a hat!). I shook it all up and let Sam my faithful companion dig out three. He’s really good at that! Didn’t even eat the paper. Good dog Sam!

So the winners are!

MC Whispers

Lois Fields



If the winners can contact me via email (jrpbooks (at) mail (dot) com ) and tell me which way they want to receive their books, either Smashwords or Amazon I will send a code out to them or Maddie will for your free copy!

Thank you to all the people who commented and read the post. Maddie and I appreciate it. I may even do more author interviews in the future! You’ve been warned!


Blog challenge · Fiction · Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers · postaday · Uncategorized · writing

Friday Fictioneers ~~ Feb 21, 2014


Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)



This is for Friday Fictioneers. You can go here and find out all about it. And here to read more stories based on the same picture. Thanks Rochelle for another week of fun!

Copyright – David Stewart
Copyright – David Stewart


Genre: Sad History (100 words)


The bell is silent now. It used to ring with every meal served at the farm.

Now the once fertile fields are covered in asphalt and concrete. The farm machinery long gone, sold to the highest bidder.

One little corner remains, an old farmhouse,  sad and neglected. Waiting for the bell to ring again and to hear joyous voices raised in cheer while eating wholesome meals laid out on long tables. Men, women, children eating and laughing before going back to work once again.

It was a hard life, but a fulfilling one. All gone, except the bell, waiting, silent.


Blog challenge · Blogging · Fiction · poetry · writing

Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence


There are multiple ways of interacting with silence: purposefully leaving something unsaid, breaking the silence around a topic, or, quite simply, getting tongue-tied. For this week’s challenge, we want you to take the theme of silence and explore it in your own way.


For this week’s writing challenge I really tested myself. I did poetry, again. I’m beginning to like this! Eventually I will even get better at it. I decided to show my softer side, romantic, even some might say. It just came to me and I ran with it. Hope you enjoy what you read.



In silence we walk, hands clasped, fingers locked.

Slowly we make our way along the beach

Smiling softly, we walk close together

Shoulders touching as intimately as a soft kiss

In silence we walk, knowing words do not need to be spoken

For we talked all night before the dawn

We learned so much of each other during those hours

It plays back in our minds, in slow motion

In silence we walk, content within our hearts

Almost strangers, yet as close to each other as lovers

For we are getting there from our words to each other

From the night before

In silence we walk, our footsteps muffled in the sand

A wind surrounding us in its warm cocoon

The sun peeking over the water, golden rays sparkling

As the water flows and ebbs and covers our tracks

In silence we walk, content to be touching ever so slightly

It is all we need in this moment of quiet

Two old souls, growing close with words, not even spoken

Each smile, each glance, each kiss draws us in

In silence we walk, words have no place here

Not yet, soon they will make their noise

But for now we rejoice in the absence of chatter

Hands clasped, fingers locked, satisfied, for now

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Author Interviews · Blogging · Guest posts · nonfiction · writing

An Author Interview and A Book Giveaway! Maddie Cochere!

Today I have a treat for you. My first ever author interview and a book giveaway.

My bestest buddy Maddie Cochere has graciously consented to be my guinea pig  first author interview. She’s a wonderful author and a beautiful person.

Maddie is the author of the Susan Hunter Mystery books. She has just published her first book on her new series Two Sisters and a Journalist. “Murder Under Construction” is a fun, great read from the first sentence to the last. And I’m not just saying that because she’s my very good friend. It’s true. Maddie has a way with words that make even murder funny.

Maddie has also told me that she would be more than happy to give away three e-book copies of her new book “Murder Under Construction” to three commentors. These would be given to three people who will be drawn randomly from the comment section. I will notify the winners via email in a few days.

This is what Amazon has as a book description:

Jo Ravens is thirty-two, divorced, and stuck in a rut. She wants two things in life – a new career as a private investigator, and to lose the sixty pounds she packed on after her divorce.

When she crashes her nephew’s bike in a construction site, she lands on a girl with a large knife in her chest. Jo enlists her sister, Pepper, and their journalist friend, Jackie, to help solve the dead girl’s murder. Things become creepy for Jo when the murdered girl appears to her in dreams to offer unusual clues to her death.

Murder Under Construction is a humorous mystery with Jo’s family adding to the antics of the three women. Mama caterwauls, Jackie’s two children offer sleuthing assistance, and her brother, Hank, laughs at all of them from the sidelines. Murder Under Construction is light, easy-breezy reading from Maddie Cochere.


Yes, did you notice what the journalist’s name is? No? I’ll give you a hint! It sounds a lot like my name! If you want to read how this came about go hop over to Maddie’s blog and find out! You can find her blog at Breezy Books on WordPress.

1. Who’s your favorite character in your books?

Great first question. I’ve never really thought about this before. I love Susan and Mick, and writing Nate into two of the books was a lot of fun, but I’d have to say Darby is my favorite character. He’s the best friend most girls would love to have. He’s understanding, a shoulder to cry on, fun to be with, and he likes to cook. I didn’t have plans to write him into the books, but I can’t imagine the books without him.

2. Who designed your book covers?

My niece, Gillian Soltis,  has provided all of the artwork for my covers. She graduated from Columbus College of Art and Design, and she’s presently a graphic designer for a large retailer. I generally know what I want on my covers. I cobble together horrible artwork with crayons, photos, and clip art. She then turns my mess into something I love every time. I think all of the covers portray exactly what you will find inside – something light, fun, not too serious – easy breezy reading!

3. How do you come up with your ideas for the books?

This question is a little tougher. The first response that came to mind was that I don’t come up with ideas. They come to me out of the blue and at odd times. I’m envious of people who have notebooks full of ideas and storylines to draw from. All I have for my next book is that I want Susan and Jo to meet via a Slimmers Weight Loss. I don’t have any of the details, but I know that little idea will become a book. I’m currently working on Murder Is Where the Heart Is. I went into it knowing who would be murdered, but I had no idea who would commit the crime, how, or why. I think this is something I do unconsciously. I focus on one story and don’t allow myself to think of others until I’m nearly finished with the current work in progress.

4. If you had only one piece of advice to new writers, what would it be? And why?

Have fun. Truly. Have fun writing. Enjoy your own work. Laugh at your humorous moments and cry over your sad ones. I wrote my first three books with no interaction or feedback from others outside of a few family members, and they were mostly laughing with me that I was writing books in the first place. I was having a blast, and I was writing books that would have pleased me if I had purchased them. I’ve read that we should write to please ourselves, and when we do, our work is more likely then to be pleasing to others. So, my advice is to have fun and write the books you want to write.

5. Have you later gone back and just hated something that you wrote in one of your books?

No. My books don’t have controversial topics, and I try to write with humor. I’m happy with everything I’ve published. I still laugh at my over-the-top moments, and I stand behind my particular brand of nonsense.

6. How much of you is in your books? Or is there a big piece of you in any of your books?

There are a considerable number of my life experiences in the books. Upset with a relationship, I really did run off to Florida without telling anyone. I went to the boat races with a guy I met on the beach, and we were run off the road on our way. The conversation Susan has with the first mate on the boat is nearly identical to the one I had when I was deep-sea fishing for shark. I went to New York City twice by myself. I walked and took taxis all over the city, and I met wonderful, lovely people everywhere I went. I did go to Greenwich Village for dinner with two strangers I met at a Broadway play – and yes, one of them was the sexy Chase Connor McLoughlin, III. We went dancing after dinner and closed down The Limelight (it was a disco then). Every book has aspects of my real life. My husband would tell you I was like Susan Hunter when we met, but that I am like Jo Ravens today.

7. What was the one thing that surprised you the most in writing your books?

I’m still amazed by how a story unfolds before me. I don’t outline. I’m not a plotter. I’m a pantster through and through. I write by the seat of my pants, and all I have to do is write a few sentences for the story to take off again. I’ve always said I can’t wait to get back to writing, so I can find out what happens next. I never knew writing would be this much fun.

Thank you for having me, Jackie. I enjoyed your questions, and I appreciate you’re highlighting my new release. I hope your readers will stop by my blog, too. You are the main topic of discussion there today. 🙂

Again, you can find a Maddie’s blog on Breezy Books here on WordPress. Thank you Maddie for a wonderful interview!

Remember people to comment so your name gets put into the drawing for a free e-book copy of Maddies’ book “Murder Under Construction.” And go visit Maddie’s blog!

Also, you find Maddies new book here on Amazon.