Photo Challenge – Serene

The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge is – Serene.

 

It has been a busy weekend and I certainly could use some serenity. These photos I took in PEI (Prince Edward Island) about 5 1/2 years ago are pretty serene.

 

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The Daily Prompt – Snippet

Today’s Prompt – Snippet

Today’s post will be a snippet from my book Playing in the Rain. This is one of my favourite snippets. And since I wanted to post something for the daily prompt and I happen to be on my lunch hour and posting from my cell, I thought this would be the easiest. I’m not sure I’ll have the time tonight. So here is my snippet.

Two days had passed before he surprised us with another visit. And if he had seen Beth looking out the window, he kept it to himself. He brought us more books, more food – more anxiety. He had shown up again the next day, and the day after that. Each time the door opened, I held my breath. He had become unpredictable, and so once again, we stopped working on our escape. – Playing in the Rain

Photo Challenge – Tansformation

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This past summer my husband and I took a trip to Newfoundland. It was the first time we’d been to this east coast province and hopefully it won’t be our last. Never had we been somewhere where the scenery transforms before your eyes. Every turn of the road showed us amazing views from pine tree forests to barren landscapes, lakes and streams to ocean vistas. This place was remarkable and we only traveled a very small portion of the Island the Avalon Peninsula.

I was told by a friend before our trip that the landscapes of Newfoundland were like that of all of Canada on one Island. She was right.

            

           

          

          

   

Smorgasbord Book Promotion – Air Your Reviews – Sandra J. Jackson, Jan Sikes and John W. Howell

A big thank you to Sally from Smorgasbord – Variety is the Spice of Life and congratulations to authors Jan Sikes and John W. Howell.

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

Welcome to the first of the review posts this week and the first author celebrating is Sandra J. Jackson with a new review for Promised Souls.

About the book

Just as Krista’s summer plans are finalized, she is suddenly plagued by strange dreams and intense feelings of déjà vu. Feeling as though she’s losing her mind, she visits a psychic medium, only to feel more confused. When Krista arrives in England, her dreams persist, and she finds herself at the doorstep of another psychic; she needs clarity. Finally, the words she was afraid to say out loud, are spoken. Now Krista has to figure out what it all means. Promised Soul is the story of the past, the present, and the future of two souls that have been bound together by eternal and transcending love.

One of the recent reviews for the book.

Fantastic! on November…

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Facing Fears

The Daily Post – Sludge

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The sludge oozed and squished out from between my toes as I stood ankle deep in the cool water. I wiggled my toes, burying my feet deeper and tilted my head back. There was no light in the inky sky – no moon, no stars. The blackness enveloped me and spurred me further. My eyes strained for a tiny speck, a glimmer of light from a distant star. An imperceptible part of me, perhaps from my heart or my soul, searched for hope, but I became lost in the darkness.

I exhaled, focusing on the way the air emptied from my lungs and expelled out my parted lips. I could feel every cell in my body, every firing neuron, the blood in my veins and arteries.  The water crept up to my waist; my hands brushed over the surface, and my fingers caught the lily pads that surrounded me.

Neck deep, I leaned back. Weeds tangled around my legs. Years ago I would never have dipped in a toe let alone immersed my whole body. My eyes searched the sky again, one last ditch effort. Seeing nothing, my hands gripped the long tendrils from pond plants, and I twisted them around my wrists and closed my eyes.

I took a deep breath and pushed my head further under the water. The murky liquid filled my ears and amplified my beating heart. I opened my eyes. A point of light shimmered and warped above me. I pulled my hand free from the weeds and reached out. The thumping in my ears grew louder; my lungs burned. I pulled my other hand free and paddled furiously toward the surface.

My lungs filled with the warm night air. I coughed and sputtered. With the remaining strength I had in both body and mind I broke the bonds that tied me to the pond and made my way to shore and collapsed.

A gentle breeze stirred the night sky, pushing away the clouds and revealing a brilliant starlit sky. Tears fell and a sigh of relief escaped my lips.

For years my fear of the pond, the sludge, the water, the weeds, had prevented me from enjoying so many things at our camp – canoeing and swimming off the nearby dock. And now that I had conquered my fear, I knew that I could conquer anything.

The Daily Post – Photo Challenge – Experimental

Experimental

 

A few years ago, before my first book Promised Soul was published, I posted it on Wattpad. It is a great site to get feedback on your writing.

When you post a story on Wattpad you also have to post a book cover. You can use some of their templates or post your own. I decided to design my own and so experimented with a few different book cover designs.

I don’t remember which one was my first idea or my last so the following pictures are in no particular order.

When it comes to being creative, I love experimenting.

Unsuspecting Suspected Honk

The Daily Post – Honk

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Greg’s hand rested on the centre of the steering wheel.  He waited for his wife, Dee, and their teenage daughter, Hayley, to emerge from the house. He placed a wager with himself, who would come out first – wife or daughter? He hoped the former and then waited.

Dee stepped outside and walked down the walk to the waiting car parked in the driveway that ran passed the walkway. She locked eyes with her husband as he looked at her through his side window and smiled. Dee knew what he planned as she stepped in front of the vehicle.

Greg pressed the centre of the wheel and a loud honk blasted into the air. But like always Dee did not flinch. She glared at him through the windshield, gave him the finger, and smiled before climbing into the passenger seat.

“Why do you do that?” Dee asked. “You’re never going to get me.” She closed the car door.

“Practice,”Greg said and winked.

Minutes later Haley appeared at the front door. Greg and Dee watched as their daughter walked down the walk. Greg rubbed his hands together and chuckled. Dee rolled her eyes.

The second Hayley stepped in front of the car, Greg pressed the horn. Once again a loud honk blasted into the air. This time, however, Greg achieved the result he’d wanted and Haley jumped.

“Aargh!” Haley climbed into the back. “Why do you always do that?”

Greg smiled at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “’Cause you always jump.”

“Well stop, it’s not funny.” Hayley buckled her belt.

“… Ah, it kinda is!” Greg said.

“Mom?” Hayley whined.

“You know, Hayley, what’s funny is not that you always jump, but that you always fall for it.”

 

Based on a true story. 🙂