The Blog Hop Tour Continues

                                        MY WRITING PROCESS

Salvatore Buttaci, http://salbuttaci.blogspot.com author of Flashing My Shorts and 200 Shorts,  invited me to participate in this blog hop tour and answer four questions about my writing process.  

ALL ABOUT MY WRITING PROCEDURE

1)      What am I working on?

My one goal this year is to finish the standalone sequel to ‘The Turn of the Karmic Wheel’, aptly titled, ‘The Wheels Final Turn’. In keeping true to ‘speculative fiction’, you will find mystery, romance, horror, the paranormal, and spirituality within its pages.

2)      How does my work differ from others of its genre?

Speculative Fiction is a wide genre. What I sincerely hope makes my writing stand out from the rest is the human experience, along with opening people’s eyes and minds to not only the joys in life, but also the true nature of people. Why does one person decide to live their life based upon care, kindness and love and another go the route of greed and self-indulgence? Each person has their own story to tell and experiences which form their personal beliefs on how they decide to live their life.

Many of my fans and readers have expressed they can see my characters living in their own neighborhood.  Ah, music to an authors’ ears. They also state it is writing they could not put down and likened it to a mix between Stephen King and Nora Roberts. That made me chuckle. As one very honest critic stated:  I've read thousands of books. "The Turn of the Karmic Wheel" is one that stands out for being different.

 I hope to carry this on with The Wheels Final Turn.

3)      Why do I write what I do?

Most important, so people can enjoy a good read. I write in a manner in which I, as a reader, wish to see a book written, not how I am told I should write. It is always my wish to maintain interest throughout the entire book, rather to keep a touch of mystery while bringing realism and a touch of horror within a spiritual format. I write for those who wonder why their lives have been so very difficult when they have done their best to do good within the world. I write for those who are ashamed of their own choices and wish to give them hope that there is always room for change. I write for the forgotten, the abused, and the people who deserve so much more, yet still give of themselves within our world. I write to give them a voice – a substance and a reality. I write to show actions and decisions in life do have meaning, substance and touch many lives.

4)      How does your writing process work?

It doesn't. Joking aside, I hear so much about writers making an outline or plan for their story, yet that really doesn't work for me. My characters come to me – they speak to me and I write their words, their stories.

The best I can say about any process is this-When the characters speak loudly, I write. For example, I know exactly how I will be ending my present work in progress, for those characters spoke very clearly to me. I've written the ending prior to writing the last third of the book but I do know what I am going to write in that area. So, I leave it up to the characters more than anything else. I may write the middle of the book before the first or as in this instance, the ending before completing the remainder. I do keep a list of the characters, their names, their personalities, their looks at hand and refer to this list often.

Guess I am a ‘hodge podge’ writer or a ‘scattered’ writer, but it works for me.

Monica M. Brinkman is a member of The Writers Center and The Missouri Writers Guild. Her short stories and articles have been published throughout the internet in such places as A Word For You Press, Fifty Authors From Fifty States, and Five Monkeys, to name a few. You will also find true-life experiences of the paranormal, along with other tales and articles, at her column, A Touch of Karma, at Authorsinfo .com. Ms Brinkman hosts a weekly radio broadcast, It Matters Radio each Thursday @ 9PM ET. Check out the web site @ www.itmattersradio.com

Today, I’d like to introduce you to two wonderful authors and hope you will visit their sites as our blog hop continues.

Diane Denton – Artistic - Intriguing

      

DM Denton is a native of Western New York.  She finds her voice in poetry and prose, in silence and retreat, in truth and imagination.  Through observation and study, inspired by music, art, nature and the contradictions of the creative spirit, she loves to wander into the past to discover stories of interest and meaning for the present, writing from her love of language and the belief that what is left unsaid is the most affecting of all.

     Her educational journey took her to a dream-fulfilling semester at Wroxton College, Oxfordshire, England. She stayed in the UK for sixteen years in a yellow-stoned village with thatched cottages, duck pond, and twelfth century church and abbey turned Jacobean manor house.  She lived, for better or worse, right off the pages of Fielding, the Brontës, Austin, Hardy, DH Lawrence, and even Dickens, surrounded by the beautiful hills, woods and fields of the Oxfordshire countryside, and all kinds of colorful characters.  This truly turned out to be a life-changing experience that resonates in her personal and professional endeavors to this day.
      She returned to the US in 1990, to a rural area of Western New York State where she resides in a cozy log cabin, caring for her mother and a multitude of cats.
      She returned to the US in 1990, to a rural area of Western New York State where she resides in a cozy log cabin, caring for her mother and a multitude of cats.

Visit Diane’s web-site @ http://www.dmdenton-author-artist.com/ and check out her excellence in writing.

Oana

     

     Simply known as ‘Oana’ by her readers, friends and fans, this warm, honest female author brings both laughter and reality within her writings.

     Born in Bucharest, Romania, Oana lived twenty years under the grotesque dictatorial regime of Ceausescu. After the fall of the communism in 1989 she studied languages at the University in Bucharest, then received her Master’s at the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, Poland. English is her third language.

She has worn many hats, working as a translator, as a teacher, and eventually caring for animals both domestic and wild. She volunteered and worked for wildlife rescue and rehabilitation centers both in the US and Canada.

     Oana lives in Arizona, where she continues to dedicate most of her time to her animals and to writing. Her current projects include a memoir titled, My Prison Country, What I Remember from Twenty Years of Communist Dictatorship, a children’s book, Dr.Schnauzer and Nurse Lhassa as well as numerous scripts and unfinished short stories.

     She is also an active member of Central Phoenix Writing Workshop and contributor at Authorsinfo.com

Check out Oana’s web site: http://thehealings.net/

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All Good Things Are Coming To You Today

Bullying - What's Goin On

Karma Quotes and Wisdom

• Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace.
  
  Dalai Lama
• My Karma ran over your dogma.
  
  Anonymous
• If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.
  
  Wayne Dyer
• Begin to see yourself as a soul with a body rather than a body with a soul.
  
  Wayne Dyer
• All major religious traditions carry basically the same message; that is love, compassion, and forgiveness are the important things that should be part of our daily lives.
  
  Dalai Lama
• How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.
  
  Wayne Dyer

Listen With Your Heart

Why We Shout In Anger

"Why We Shout In Anger"
- Author Unknown

A Hindu saint who was visiting river Ganges to take bath found a group of family members on the banks, shouting in anger at each other. He turned to his disciples smiled and asked.

'Why do people shout in anger shout at each other?'

Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout.'

'But, why should you shout when the other person is just next to you? You can as well tell him what you have to say in a soft manner.' asked the saint

Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the other disciples.
Finally the saint explained, .

'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other to cover that great distance.

What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is either nonexistent or very small...'

The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'

He looked at his disciples and said.

'So when you argue do not let your hearts get distant, Do not say words that distance each other more, Or else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return

We Are Dying Every Day - Deepak Chopra

One reads in many mystical traditions that every person dies at exactly the right time and knows in advance when that time is. But I would like to examine more deeply the concept of dying every day.

To die every day is a choice everyone overlooks. I want to see myself as the same person from day to day in order to preserve my sense of identity. I want to see myself as inhabiting the same body every day because it is disturbing to think that my body is constantly deserting me.

Yet it must, if I am not to be a living mummy. Following the complex timetable of apoptosis, I am given a new body via the mechanism of death. This process happens subtly enough that it passes without notice. No-one sees a two-year-old turning in her body for a new one at age three.

Every day she has the same body, and yet she doesn’t. Only the constant process of renewal – a gift of death – enables her to keep pace with each stage of development. The wonder is that one feels like the same person in the midst of such endless shape-shifting.

Unlike with cell death, I can observe my ideas being born and dying. To support the passage from childish thought to adult thought, the mind has to die every day. My cherished ideas die and never reappear; my most intense experiences are consumed by their own passions; my answer to the question “Who am I?” totally changes from age two to three, three to four, and so on throughout life.

We understand death when we drop the illusion that life must be continuous. All of nature obeys one rhythm – the universe is dying at the speed of light yet it still manages along the way to create this planet and the life forms inhabiting it.

Our bodies are dying at many different speeds at once, beginning with the photons, ascending through chemical dissolution, cell death, tissue regeneration, and finally the death of the whole organism. What are we so afraid of?
Adapted from The Book of Secrets, by Deepak Chopra (Harmony Books, 2004).


Read more: http://www.care2.com/greenliving/we-are-dying-every-day.html#ixzz1X5TwvJoP

Are You A Sun Sign?

As the Sun puts forth light, so it brings forth life. This Planet

(also known as a luminary and a star) represents the self, one's

personality and ego, the spirit and what it is that makes the

individual unique. It is our identity and our face to the world. The

Sun also speaks to creative ability and the power of the

individual to meet the challenges of everyday life.

One's natural father, husbands and other male influences are

ruled by the Sun, as are children. The Sun's energy is a forceful

one, and in its wake comes authority, the ability to lead and an

individual's essence, their core being. Through the will of this

Planet, we learn to manifest ourselves in the world.

The Sun is majestic, and in keeping with its regal air, it rules

royalty and higher office. This orb also lords over our health and

well-being. The Sun's golden glow is a vital life force which

imbues us with strength, energy and a will to succeed. It is the

Sun which gives strength to the other Planets, which is why this

Planet occupies a key role in Astrology.

The Sun spends about a month visiting each Sign and takes a

year to journey through the twelve Signs of the Zodiac. It is

masculine energy and rules Leo and the Fifth House.

Tony the Tiger's Plight in Louisiana

Activists have been fighting for Tony the Siberian-Bengal tiger who’s been living in a concrete cell as nothing more than an attraction for his owner Michael Sandlin at the Tiger Truck Stop in Gross Tete, La., since 2001.
In May, it looked like Tony would see certain freedom when the East Baton Rouge District Court granted the Animal Legal Defense Fund’s (ALDF) request for a permanent injunction against the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries (LDWF), preventing them from renewing the annual permit that allows Michael Sandlin to keep Tony as of this December.
Sandlin tried to have the case dismissed in mid-August, but his request was denied by Judge R. Michael Caldwell.
Unfortunately, on August 29, the Louisiana Court of Appeals overturned the ruling on the basis that Sandlin and the truck stop should have been part of the lawsuit, which will lead to a new trial.
“We are confident that the trial court got the law right the first time around and will rule the same way when we go through it again with Mr. Sandlin and the Tiger Truck Stop as parties,” ALDF attorney Matthew Liebman told the AP.
The ALDF is also now asking Louisiana State University, the state’s flagship school, to join the cause after Sandlin painted pretty much everything at the truck stop purple and gold, the school’s official colors.
“The juxtaposition of the LSU colors with a tiger is certainly no coincidence, and it risks associating LSU with a controversial and inhumane exhibit. As you know well, LSU has spent extensive resources to improve its image on tiger welfare, and the Tiger Truck Stop’s infringement on LSU’s color combination and mascot endangers those efforts. Failure to remedy this infringement could be seen as an LSU endorsement of Tony’s captivity,” according to the ALDF.
While the ALDF is working to free Tony, they’re also campaigning for other captive tigers with similar plights. They estimate that there are 5,000 to 10,000 more captive tigers in the U.S. who are classified as “generic,” not purebred, and are therefore not protected as endangered. A USFWS rule exempts these tigers from the permit and reporting requirements that are required for endangered species.
The USFWS just published a proposed rule that would get rid of the “generic” exemption, which would require anyone owning a tiger, regardless of whether or not it’s a purebred, to report how many they have and what type of activities they’re engaged in that involve tigers.
Please submit a comment to the USFWS supporting their proposal to do away with the generic exemption.


Read more: http://www.care2.com/causes/truck-stop-tiger-ruling-overturned-2.html#ixzz1X0wp4d00

One Man's Thoughts On Karma

Karma

We tend to think of Karma as some kind of luck. You've either got it bad, or you've got it good. If you've got it good, the gods are smiling on you. If you've got it bad, you're at least a little bit cursed, and have to somehow pay or make up for the months or years or lifetimes of having 'blown it'. However unknown your infractions may be to you now.

I'd like to propose that Karma is not about what Happens to you. But that Karma is about how you Handle it. Karma is a state of mind. Therein lies our power to 'create our own reality', and meet what life hands us in a powerful stance of co-creation. By our actions and reactions, thoughts and feelings. It's easy to imagine oneself a victim when things aren't going the way we'd wish. "Bad karma!" we might mutter. Another versions of, "Bummer, man!" But, as they say, 'shit happens'. To all of us! And I believe karma is about how we perspective and meet and handle said 'shit'. If something happens that I don't like, I can label it (or me) bad, and bring the accompanying complaint and victimization to it. If something happens that I do like, I can think I've got it good.

But perhaps I can begin to step out of my thoughts about good and bad, right and wrong, and look at the potential learning in the situation. And imagine myself meeting that perceptually less-than-ideal human experience with an attitude of curiosity, openness and perhaps even gratitude as to what it's here to teach. Every moment is a potential turning point. What happens guides and shapes us. We cannot see the steps ahead. The ego's tendency--brilliantly named the 'Pain Body' by Eckhart Tolle--is to see what it doesn't want as wrong, and to inflict more suffering on itself. We're all very good at that: suffering over our suffering. Perhaps Karma is about alleviating our own suffering when 'shit happens'. And finding the potential goodness. Looking for the lesson. Putting it in perspective.

Opening our arms to the universe and saying, "I don't know why this is occurring, but okay, thank you." I remember, many years ago now, thinking I was going to be moving into a certain place. I had made a special trip to see it again, and to meet with the property manager to sign the papers. When I arrived, he flippantly told me the place wasn’t going to be ready on time for me to move in. No big deal to him . . . But I had movers coming. I had someone moving into the place I was vacating. I thought he and I had a deal. I thought I had a plan. I was basically being blown off, and found myself desperate, in a swirl of stress and angst and upset. I couldn't see myself as anything other than a victim. Now, with nowhere now to go . . . Bad karma, some would say. But that was just a moment in time. Fraught. But a moment, nonetheless.

What I didn't know, and couldn’t see, was that something even better was waiting for me. And that that 'glitch', that moment of apparent bad karma, was guiding me toward the life and home I'm in now. A place of goodness and beauty I couldn't have imagined. Had that other place come through, every single detail in my life would be different today. The people I know. The clients I see. Everything. In Chinese, the symbol for 'crisis' is made up of two other symbols: "danger" and "opportunity."

Under stress, it's hard to see the opportunity in the crisis. To trust that there is an unfoldment that wants something even better than the ego can conceive of in the moment. That to me is about Karma. About meeting life from a place of openness, curiosity and neutrality, so that when things don't go the way we think we want them to, we can be receptive, and create Good Karma for ourselves by how we are meeting life, and treating ourselves and others in the process. This is an act of faith, surrender. Trusting in the unfoldment of our lives, however vague and disappointing that may seem at the time. Opening our arms to life and saying, "I don't know why this is occurring, but okay, thank you." Creating our own good Karma, by trusting the flow of our own evolution, and letting go, and going with it.

Johanna Courtleigh, MA, LPC, CHT

About The Author

Johanna Courtleigh is a Licensed Professional Counselor, Certified Hypnotherapist, Certified HypnoFertility® Therapist and Confidence Coach in private practice in Lake Oswego, Oregon, just south of Portland. Her works seeks to help people create healthier relationships with themselves and others, and to become happier and more "in love", as a state of being. She can be contacted at johanna@jcourtleigh.com, www.jcourtleigh.com, www.portlandhypnofertility.com, (503) 684-8481.

The Incident

The Incident

“What the hell happened,” Richard Stever pondered, eyes opening to consciousness.

He shifted his body away from the steering wheel where he landed after impact with the deer. As his mind grew less fuzzy, he took in his surroundings. Broken glass had splintered and imbedded in his face, torso and legs. Pain shot through his left arm as he instinctively jerked away from the gap between the seat and door.

Richard noticed the broken windshield was shattered on the driver’s side though intact. When he turned his head to the right, he was horrified. The entire passenger side of the vehicle pushed against his body, the rear area thrust against his seat back. As if encapsulated, Richard found he had only the small driver area to maneuver.

The figure of a man appeared at the driver’s side door; middle-aged, clean-shaven face, sharp violet eyes and dressed in white shirt and pants. Richard felt relief, thinking, “I’ll be all right now that help has arrived.”

He heard the sound of footsteps approaching and turned toward the kind face peering through the broken window. Before he could speak, the man silenced him, “You will be fine. Help is on the way.”

Within seconds, two men appeared asking if he was okay, telling him not to move. They removed the door from its hinges, placed him on a gurney, rolling him toward the awaiting ambulance.

“Where is he? Where is the man dressed in white?”
“We didn’t see anyone, son,” came the response.
“You had to have seen him. He was right there talking to me a second before you arrived.”
The paramedics shook their head in puzzlement, thinking the young man in shock and babbling.

“Don’t know about any man but you’re sure as hell lucky to be alive. Your entire vehicle is crushed and mangled, except where you sat in the driver’s seat. It’s as if someone held you up and plopped you down after the wreck. ”

And Richard Stever would have never found out that angels do exist had it not been for the accident.

Some Inspirations To Share

One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of others."

Archibald Rutledge

Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: could have, might have, and should have."

Louis E. Boone


Begin somewhere; you cannot build a reputation on what you intend to do."

Liz Smith

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you."

William Arthur Ward

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil."

James Allen

Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway."

Mary Kay Ash

Two Politicians

On this day of my birth, I find myself reflecting on the warmth, love, compassion and true generousity of so many in our world.

I thought I'd add a short tale for all to enjoy.

Two Politicians


Two Politicians were exchanging ideas regarding the rewards for
public service.

"The reward which I most desire," said the First Politician, "is
the gratitude of my fellow-citizens."

"That would be very gratifying, no doubt," said the Second
Politician, "but, alas! in order to obtain it one has to retire
from politics."

For an instant they gazed upon each other with inexpressible
tenderness; then the First Politician murmured, "God's will be
done! Since we cannot hope for reward, let us be content with what
we have."

And lifting their right hands from the public treasury they swore
to be content.

My Personal Experience of Epidermolysis Bullosa

Long word for a rare disease, isn’t it?

You may be thinking you have never heard of Epidermolysis Bullosa, also referred as E.B.  You are in the majority as it is so rare many hospitals and physicians will never come across E.B. in their entire career. Yet, it does exist and there is presently no known cure or even effective treatment for E.B.

I went along for years, happy as a lark, donating to several different charitable organizations when able. Then I moved to Missouri and met the most beautiful, loving, pure-hearted little girl, my great-niece who was born with E.B. At first, I thought she was a burn victim as I viewed her tiny thin arms, hands and legs wrapped in white gauze bandages. It was not until later when I was able to speak with her mother that I grew aware of E.B. and I was in complete shock!   

My body shook with great sadness, my eyes filled with tears as I heard the quality of life my sweet little angel experienced every single day of her life. It was not so much that she didn’t play or romp about as most children, but the ever-present fear that she would produce yet another blister in doing so.  To be touched a bit too rough, to be lifted in the wrong way, to swallow food that would rub against the inside of her throat...all standard threats for a child with E.B.  All actions I had taken for granted my entire life.

I was to learn, later, of the need to tear these blisters, a ritual that took hours and caused physical pain to the child and emotional pain to the caregiver who was usually a parent. You cannot just pop them. Ah, that of course would be too easy. No, you had to take a sterilized needle and actually tear each and every blister apart.  Call me a coward if you must but I am not strong enough to watch the ritual of pain and I marvel at the courage, strength, and pure act of love any parent who performs this daily ‘bathe’ possesses.

Guess I fell in love with my nieces at this exact moment, mother and daughter bound by a devotion greater than you or I could ever imagine.  How proud I was, and still am, of these two females, one a child growing into a teen, the other an intelligent, beautiful young mother. I wanted to wrap my arms around them, protect them from harm, yet I sat still unable to control the hard, cold facts of this disease, nor speak of hope when I found none. I hit me hard, as if a jackhammer had struck me across the face...no cure...little research...a death sentence.

You see, as E.B. is rare and quite unknown, large corporations and pharmaceutical companies are unwilling to fund research.  Does it make sense to put money above human lives or profit before care and love? These are children. What is wrong with our world?

 I cried to myself, “Dear God why...why...why?” Then it struck me. Perhaps God, the universe or whatever force creates life, held a plan.  Maybe these were very special children who would teach us courage and strength, would illustrate by their pain and existence what really matters in life. 

Most of all, they would show us how to grasp each precious moment and live life to the fullest, not looking back, nor forward but living each second of life, not just existing.

Ending, I can say that I view my great-niece as perfection. No longer do I see the bandages, the blisters or feel pity. She has such wise eyes and a remarkable spirit and zest within her which emits a light so bright it overpowers any other emotion except pure love.

Authors note:  I will not be silent as long as a disease such as EB exists in the world, nor will I stand by taking no action.  Each book I write is penned with broader intent as I am committed to donating a portion of each sale of my book(s) to the EBMRF Foundation who use 98% of funding on actual research. There are videos and information on E.B. on my web-site Meaningful Writings.

My release, The Turn of the Karmic Wheel, can be viewed at Amazon or my web-site, Meaningful Writings http://tinyurl.com/237mvru or http://monicabrinkmanbooks.webs.com

Why Not Karma?

I pondered what to write when invited to be a guest blogger on Farrahs’ site. After deliberation it became apparent the logical answer...why not Karma?

So what is Karma? We seem to use the word as a fear tactic insuring our goodwill toward others.

Karma simply means - action.

The definition in Hinduism/Buddhism: action, seen as bringing upon oneself inevitable results, good or bad, either in this life or reincarnation.

Many will argue the case of karma occurring exclusively in a next life while others adamantly endorse the idea we will feel karma’s full force as a payback in the same life. What they all have in common is the belief we are accountable for our deeds and actions. 

Yet we see greed, self-satisfaction, lust, murder, rape, and mayhem all around us and many of the individuals who carry out these acts seem to get by just fine in life, without retribution in any form. While others, the kind, caring, giving souls, grow poorer, hungrier and more desperate in their quest for survival.

Life may not seem fair but you may rest assured, karma seeks truth.

The millionaire who layed off his entire labor force and shipped it off to China may look to the outward world as if he is showered with riches, yet hidden from view is the cheating wife, the daughter who committed suicide or the lack of any real friendships.

Do I believe in Karma? Absolutely! I’ve experienced it within my lifetime and if you are honest with yourself, you will agree that you also have felt the force of karma. How many have judged another, stating they would never ever do such a thing only to find, under the same circumstances, they reacted the exact way years later? 

To me, karma is the ultimate judge and it takes care of the world and universe just fine, thank you.  There is no need for me to condemn someone and I am free to be responsible for my actions alone. It is up to each individual to take responsibility for his or her life, never blaming someone else. 

In my mind, karma sets you free to be the person you are without apology. I’d fear it if I chose the wrong path in life and embrace it if living through kindness, compassion and care.

Monica M. Brinkman is the author of the newly released novel, ‘The Turn of the Karmic Wheel’, a mixed genre of suspense, horror, the paranormal and spirituality.  Here's a taste,

Excerpt from Chapter One, ‘The Turn of the Karmic Wheel’

Harry went to the window and watched his friend walk down the street. He wondered if he should be concerned. For some reason, he felt a bit of uneasiness; just couldn’t put his finger on the why or wherefore. Aw, hell, he reasoned, it ain't none of my business. Yet there was something eating at his mind, a voice telling him to go no further with this transaction. It was a gut feeling he couldn’t shake, a feeling that his friend and neighbor of over 30 years was not ‘quite right’. There was definitely something ‘off the scale’ about Euclid today. A vivid image entered his mind. A vision so unfathomable he had to let it go. Harry shivered as he moved to slowly close the store’s door, continuing to watch the retreating figure kicking stones along the road, unable to shake his feelings of dread.

Ms Brinkman, along with Oana host  an exciting  blogtalkradio show called  ‘Two Unsynchronized Souls, that airs every Thursday , 7 PM CST. You may join the live show by calling 213/769-0952. For the schedule shows, click on the below referenced link.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/monicabrinkmanandoana

Visit Monica’s personal web site, Meaningful Writings, to view articles, short stories, videos, books and inspirations @ http://tinyurl.com237mvru