Category: Stephen King



”]Cover of "The Shining [Blu-ray]"In the literary world Stephen King is a name brand for horror writers.  I imagine there are few people in existence who don’t recognize his name or not know what he writes.  Until I picked up my first Stephen King book, Carrie, I was mostly reading romance books and anything I could get my hands on concerning paranormal phenomena.  Yeah, two very different genres I know,  but one was for enjoyment, the other for survival!  You see, I was living in a bona fide haunted house at the time and dealing with dead people.  I needed to know how to protect myself from things going bump in the night (and sometimes during the day), and I needed to understand just what, exactly, was going on.  Why was our house haunted?  What on Earth did they (the ghosts) want?  Why didn’t they float off to heaven and stay there?

But, I digress.  I read Carrie when I was in the eighth grade.  My homeroom teacher was disgusted with the book and ordered me to take it home and not bring that filth back into his classroom.  True story!  He only read a few random pages, not sure what part turned him off so badly but needless to say, I was pretty surprised by the reaction.  Can a teacher do that?  Can they tell you what you can read on your own time even if you are at school?  This, folks, was many years ago.  I hesitate to admit how many but it was long before all the crap going on today in which every aspect of our lives (or so it seems!) is under attack by someone!

I told my mom about my teacher’s reaction and she just piffed (my own word but I think you get the picture) it away.  “Who cares what he thinks.  I’m your mother and if you want to read that book, then read it.”  Yeah, my mom was a great one for going all “mother bear” when it came to defending her “babies”.  In any case, I did read the book and I enjoyed it so much that I went on to read more of King’s work.  One of them became very influential on my life…The Shining.  Speaking of which, I recently learned that King has a sequel to that book coming out in 2013 titled “Dr. Sleep“.  I’m quite excited about that and can’t wait to read it!

When I read “The Shining“, it scared the crap out of me.  And strangely enough, I’m not talking about the mallet bashing psycho intent on whacking his poor family into the afterlife.  No, it was all the ghosts hanging out at that hotel that scared me to death.  I was, after all, living with a bunch of ghosts myself and here was a book where a family is dealing with the same thing.  On a more evil scale of course.  Thank God for small mercies, right?  I have to admit, the one part that scared the bejeezus out of me was that danged dead woman in room 217.  That, my friends, totally creeped me out!

The Shining spurred my interest in reading other works of fiction in which ghosts were involved (it is only natural, is it not, that I would go on to write ghost stories myself?).  You want to know a really cool thing about all this?  I met Stephen King the summer after I read that book!  I lived in Maine, he lived in Maine (a mere 15 miles away…not even a stone’s throw by Maine standards!).  We were bound to meet at some point, right?  Not.  I got LUCKY!  I was waitressing at a really cool place right on the shores of Alamoosic Lake (my best friend’s parents owned the place) and King rented the facilities to treat his family and friends to a bona fide Maine picnic complete with lobsters, steamed clams, crabs, shrimp…you name it, he had it on the menu.  What a nice guy, right?  So anyway, I’m standing behind the buffet line keeping a close eye on the food levels, making sure nothing runs low, and this man starts by that looks awfully darned familiar.  My heart starts pounding (I was a teen at the time and quite impressed with celebrity anything) and I think to myself, “Is that Stephen King?”  Then, realizing the unlikelihood of such a thing, immediately dismissed the thought, “No, of course that isn’t Stephen King.  What would he be doing here?”  But then the woman next to him said, “When’s your next book due out?” and I KNEW!!  Instead of standing there gaping like a starstruck idiot, I ran for the kitchen and grabbed my friend.  “Stephen King is going through the buffet line!”  Of course she didn’t believe me and headed for the buffet line post haste to see for herself. Seconds later she returns and heads for her father (head chef for the day).  “Dad, is Stephen King supposed to be here today?”  Her dad is clueless.  “Who?”  And once he realizes how excited we are, he offers to go get the check because now that he thinks of it, he did seem to recall that the man paying for the event was somewhat well known.  Somewhat well known?  Seriously?  Once it was confirmed, my friend and I commenced to spy, covertly of course, on the famous man within our midst.  Was he normal?  Was he as weird as his books? He did write some pretty bizarre stuff after all.

Well, I’m here to tell you, we noticed nothing strange or unusual about this master of the macabre.  He was very friendly and attentive to everyone, especially his kids.  We wanted to meet him something fierce but didn’t want to bother him.  That didn’t stop my friend, however, from fetching one of his books from her room and asking her dad to get it autographed for her.  We peeked through the doorway as her father did her bidding.  King didn’t seem the least annoyed to have his meal interrupted by the request.  He happily obliged.  Then her dad points to the door where we were trying our best to stay out of view.  As King turns to look our way, we squeal (we were teenage girls remember) with embarrassment, pull our heads back into the kitchen and slam the door closed.  I was so danged jealous that my friend just snagged an autograph and it was me that started reading him first and who was the bigger fan and who wanted, after all, to be a famous writer someday!  Since we were not just the waitresses but the dish washers, food preparers, cleaner uppers and whatever else my friend’s parents threw our way, we began to wash the big pots waiting for us in the sink.  There we were, up to elbows in soapy water and my friend’s dad comes into the kitchen and says, “Ladies, guess who wants to meet you!”

NO WAY!  Oh yes.  Way.  Stephen King gallantly kissed our soapy hands, chatted with us for a bit and then thanked us for doing such a great job.  Yeah…(sigh)…he really is a nice man.

When the movie for The Shining came out, I went to see it for my birthday.  It was, I’ll admit, my first ever date (with a real boy and everything!)  The movie disappointed me somewhat because they (Hollywood) changed it so much but the scenery was magnificent!  I decided right then and there that I wanted to go to Colorado.  A year later, I joined the US Air Force.  I mentioned in another post (Military Lessons: Yes I Can and So Can You!) that I entered a career field which had recently opened to women, it’s primary job was bomb building and the like.  I wasn’t all that enthused to work with explosives until my recruiter said the magic words.  “You’ll be attending your technical training at Lowry Air Force Base in Denver, Colorado.”  Colorado?!  “I’ll take it,” I said and just like that, I made a career decision that was to affect me for the next 20 years, 5 months and 17 days.  A decision, mind you, based on a Stephen King novel (because it was the book, after all, that led to the movie).

Shortly after arriving to basic training, I was pulled aside by an important looking official who proceeded to offer me a different job.  My first question, “Where is the school for it?”  The man, very obviously convinced that this other job was a much better career choice, said, “California.”  And I made another decision based on that dang movie (and thus, the book!).  “I don’t want to go to California, I want to go to Colorado.”  The man looked at me as if I were daft (and yes, I can say now that I was).  “You are basing your decision on the state in which the school is located?”  I could feel my face go hot because it did sound stupid and I didn’t like looking stupid.  Who does?  But I remained firm with my decision.  It was something I would live to regret but you know, things go how they are supposed to go.  Looking back, I wouldn’t change a single, solitary thing.

I do think it interesting how things can influence us so profoundly (though we don’t really realize it at the time) and how differently our lives can go based on those influences.  Mine took a pretty drastic turn because of a book I read.

That, my friends, is the power of a book!  Until another time, blessings to all and Peace Out!!


Cover of "Brother Odd (Odd Thomas Novels)...

Cover of Brother Odd (Odd Thomas Novels)

I love books involving supernatural elements and paranormal activity.  Dean Koontz delivers those elements in all of his books…he’s a master of the macabre after all.  The thing is, for all my fascination with the paranormal, I’m really not into spine-crawling, OMG, hands to the eyes, heart pounding fear that most horror works initiate.  There’s usually just too much evil involved for me to enjoy it.  Honestly, I find horror way too horrifying.  Yeah, I know, that’s so cliche a statement but there it is.  That’s how I feel.  Thankfully (for horror writers and movie makers), there are a ton of other people who don’t share my sentiment.

I do, however, like spooky, scary stuff.  For me…unseen entities up to who knows what or when is more spine-chillingly captivating than evil gore, blood, guts, and over-the-top horror.  For make no mistake, almost anything in the horror genre includes death and blood.  Usually lots of both.  I’m not so much into blood.  As for death…I prefer dealing with those who are already dead rather than watching the gruesome process people often go through (especially in horror novels!) to enter that state.

Yeah, I’m a ghost/spirit fanatic.  Angels fascinate me too.  Spirit activity never fails to captivate my attention and curiosity.  I’m all agog about the idea of dead people interacting with our world.  And I’m most curious as to what takes place in the afterlife.  After all…each and every one of us will enter it someday.  No exceptions!  It’s perfectly understandable that I’d like to understand my ultimate destination.  It’s also quite understandable that, as a writer, I would enjoy writing books involving those interests.  And, of course, I love reading other people’s books involving them too!

One book series I’ve come to enjoy is Dean Koontz’ Odd Thomas series.  Koontz is a great writer.  He really is.  I respect and admire his skillful handling of the writing craft.  But, that doesn’t mean I like ALL of his books.  Some of them are a little too out of the ballpark for me.  Either that or the subject matter just doesn’t interest me.  The same goes for Stephen King.  He’s another master of the macabre and one of my favorites.  Even so, I don’t particularly care for ALL of his books either.  But you know, that’s okay.  A great writer often appeals to a broad audience.  Those guys have my attention with certain books and other people’s attention with other books.  That is a true master story teller…one who can appeal to a broad spectrum of personal story taste!

The character Koontz has created, Odd Thomas, is an interesting one.  He can see dead people.  He can’t hear them though.  Bummer on that one…it would make things so much easier if the ghosts who appear to him could say, “That guy you just passed? Yeah, he’s about to destroy the town.”  A quick 911 call, a police raid and the story is over.  Town elimination averted.  And what a conundrum that would be, for we now have no story!  Thomas has another interesting ability…if he just goes with the flow, wherever the moment takes him, he is led right to where he needs to be to garnish clues involving the disaster about to unfold.  Like it or not, Odd is tossed into the role of amateur private investigator, despite the fact that he regards himself as nothing more or less than a short-order cook.

Odd has, however, taken on other odd (pun intended) jobs since the first book “Odd Thomas“.  Although he was quite content to be the short-order cook for the Pico Mundo Grill, things didn’t go well for him in that first book.  He suffered a loss that sets him on a course that leads to lives-depend-on-it adventures in  “Odd Hours“, “Forever Odd” and “Brother Odd” (new book “Odd Apocalypse” due out in July!).   Odd is at once, from the very first introduction, a likable guy.  He’s very respectful, neat, polite, caring … and he has the support of Pico Mundo’s police chief to boot!  A good thing since he’s pulled into future tragic disasters in the making!

Poor Odd doesn’t quite know what to think of his gift, he even wonders if maybe he’s cursed.  Some people might see it that way…having dead people show up at all hours seeking help or hoping to offer it.  Regardless how Odd feels about spirits seeking him out, he does his best to help them.  What’s really cool about the Odd books is that all the action takes place within a couple days at most!  And man, are those hours filled with suspense, drama, mystery and thrill-building excitement.

I think one of the things I found particularly amusing about these books is Odd’s sidekick ghost.  Who isn’t going to like a guy who has attracted the King of Rock and Roll himself?  Yes, Elvis Presley puts in a regular appearance, at least for a time.  So, guess that solves that little mystery…yes, folks, Elvis Presley really is dead (a moment here of respectful silence).  Sadly, the beloved King does eventually move on…to where, who knows, and although I miss him, other spirits come along that are interesting enough to fill the void.

What Koontz has done is create an endearing character with some very interesting supernatural abilities.  This intriguing character, who is as odd as his name, befriends an assortment of supportive characters and the catastrophe’s Odd must somehow prevent from happening (hopefully!) keeps us enthralled until the nail-biting end.  As soon as I finish a book, I’m on line looking for when the next one will be out.  It’s a bummer to have to wait until July…I’ve been waiting a long time already, but I will.  I’m that devoted.  And that’s the kind of following I hope to have someday!  I hope people will like my stories and characters enough that they can’t wait for more, no matter how long the wait!

I’m hoping my Tess Schafer character (introduced in “Be Still, My Love“) will be one of those endearing characters people will look forward to following in future books.  Tess is a medium, she speaks to the dead, she regularly communicates with her spirit guide Sheila and she channels stories that give clues to the mystery she’s trying to solve (involving a restless spirit … or two…of course!).  I’m really liking the second book in the “Tess Scafer – Medium” series because she’s becoming more and more a real person to me and I’m learning things about her as I go that make me vastly intrigued with each word.  I never thought I’d be writing paranormal mystery novels.  I’ve always been a big-time romance fanatic (still am!) but that seems to be the way I’m going.  Besides, who is to say this young 25 year old widow won’t find love again?  After all, Kade Sinclair – a Marine whose career ended with injuries he sustained while on tour in Afghanistan – is definitely in the picture.  The two make an unlikely pairing and who knows where it will lead…if it leads to anything.  But I’m sure going to enjoy the evolution of their story as it filters through my brain onto the keyboard!

So, if you are a fan of the supernatural, if you like paranormal elements in a book’s story, you should give the Odd Thomas books a try.  If you have already…do you agree with my assessment?  Aren’t they great books?

Until next time, my friends, blessings and Peace Out!!

The Stephen King Influence


I read an article on Stephen King recently and it made me think about how much this man, whom I only met briefly, has influenced my life.  Sure, he’s provided countless hours of reading enjoyment, but he has done so much more than that.

I was in the eighth grade when I read his book Carrie.  It was my first foray into horror as I was mostly reading romances at this point.  But since Stephen King lived in the same state as I did, and not far away from me at that, I figured I needed to read something from Maine’s celebrated author. Besides, a couple friends suggested I read it! I was hooked from page one (good for him to have such a great hook!!). So it was that one day during school, I finished my classwork early and decided to pull my book out and read a few pages.  My math teacher (who also happened to be the school principal) Mr. Mercer, hunkered down beside my desk (I think he was impressed that I was reading a book!) and asked me what I was reading.  I showed him.  He took the book from me and leafed through it.  I could tell from the expression on his face that he was not impressed (sorry Mr. King!).

Mr. Mercer snaps the book shut and looks at me.  I squirm uncomfortably beneath that stare.  It wasn’t good, that look.  I wondered what could be the problem?  Finally he shakes the book at me, his eyes narrowed in displeasure.  “I don’t want to see filth like this in my classroom again.  You put this book away and if I see it again, I will take it away from you.”  He handed me the book though it was pretty clear he wanted nothing more than to toss it into the garbage.  “I can’t believe your parents are letting you read this.  Do they know what you are reading?”

Truly, I was at a loss.  What exactly, was wrong with the book?  He didn’t read but bits and snatches so how could he know anything about it to pass judgment like that?  I asked him what was wrong with the book and he would not clarify. He was too disappointed in me to give me any more of his attention.  I had committed an unforgivable sin apparently.  So, I took the book home and told my mom what happened.  She rolled her eyes, unimpressed with Mr. Mercer’s viewpoint.  Maybe he didn’t like books with blood in it.  I don’t know, but it made me aware of how something simple like a choice of reading material can sway someone’s opinion of you.  In return, however, my opinion of Mr. Mercer had dropped a little as well.  Clearly the man had a closed mind!  No doubt he was thinking that I clearly had a trashed one!

The next Stephen King book I read was The Shining.  I was once again enthralled.  I couldn’t put the book down and it scared the crap out of me (especially as I was living in a haunted house at the time!).   I mention this because it is this book that will later play a very important part in my life choices!

In the fourth grade a new girl joined our class.  Her name was Katrina and we became very good friends.  Her parents bought a lodge right on Alamoosic Lake which was only about a mile from where I lived.  They rented out rooms for overnight guests and catered many parties there.  Katrina and I initially pitched in helping with those parties and eventually we became their only “hired” help (not much in the way of pay but we sure did have a good time!).  Katrina and I helped in all aspects of their catering business.  We assisted with preparing the food and serving it.  We were also pretty much in charge of the clean up afterwards. Looking back on it, I see they (her parents) had a pretty good deal going on! Cheap labor that was really worth something!  We worked hard and took pride in what we were doing.  And if we were treated to a movie or an ice cream or a twenty dollar bill now and then, cool!!

So, one summer we are catering to an all day party…the works were being served…seafood (we did live on the coast of Maine after all!) to include lobsters, crabs and steamed clams.  Katrina and I decided the person funding the party must be rich to afford all that expensive food.  So, I’m behind the buffet table keeping watch, ensuring nothing ran low, when a man makes his way through the line that looks an awful lot like Stephen King.  I stare at him, realize that I’m staring and glance away.  Trying to pretend at this point that I am only interested in the food dishes before me, I listened as he talked with the woman following behind him in the line.  She asked him when his next book was due out. He replied.  Can’t say what he said because my jaw dropped open as realization hit that the man looked like Stephen King because he WAS Stephen King.  I raced into the kitchen.  “Katrina, I think Stephen King is here!”  She doesn’t believe me. I drag her out to the buffet table.  He’s near the end of the table at this point and as soon as she sees him, she knows I’m telling the truth.  Something about our manner must have caught his attention because he looked up at us and smiled. If he thought our behavior strange, he didn’t let on that he thought so.  I know we were looking like two star-struck idiots.  We stood there, still as trees, staring at him with our mouths hanging open and our eyes wide with wonder.  He was, after all, our very first sighting of a celebrity in the flesh.

Embarrassed to be caught staring thusly, Katrina and I turn and flee back into the kitchen, making a bee line for her father. “Dad,” says Katrina, “who is paying for this party?  Did you know that Stephen King is here?” Her father, unimpressed with our excitement and even less so with the name, stared at us and said, “Who?”  We impatiently tell him who Stephen King is and he wrinkles up his forehead as he goes into deep thought.  Truly, I remember this day as if it were yesterday.  Finally he says, “Well, it seems that I do recall something of the man being well known.”  He then pulls a folded check out of his shirt pocket and reads the name on it.  “Well,” he says, “what do you know.  It is Stephen King.”  He shows us the check.  Katrina says, “Oh my God!  You have to have him sign my book.” (Which she hadn’t even bothered to read mind you! Yes, I was very jealous that she was going to get an autographed book and I, who read his books and loved them…who recognized him in line and informed her that he was there…I was going to get nothing).  Katrina raced out of the kitchen and went to retrieve her book.  I, in the mean time, went back out to the dining room so I could watch this person who wrote books that scared the living daylights out of me.  I had to know…was he normal?  What kind of person thought stuff up like that?  Did he consider himself better than those not quite so successful as he? Lots of things went through my mind, I was curious and so I watched him, his every move.

I have to add here that he seemed like a very pleasant man.  His son was quite small then and running happily about the place.  Stephen King chased him as any father would.  They laughed, they had fun.  At one point his son ran passed the buffet table and Mr. King chased after him saying, “Earth to Owen, Earth to Owen!” and then when he finally managed to catch him, he swung him up into the air as little Owen squealed in delight. People constantly bothered him and he was courteous to them all.  He didn’t act weird or bizarre or eerie or anything like the books he produced.  Now, is that passing judgement on someone or what?  Talk about judging a book by its cover, it seems we also judge a writer by his books!

Finally I see Katrina’s dad come out of the kitchen with her book in his hand.  He strides right up to Mr. King (who is still trying to eat his dinner) and asks him if he’ll sign his daughter’s book.  Katrina is hiding in the kitchen, peaking from the doorway.  I go in and tell her how lucky she is to be getting an autographed book.  Slightly miffed, I begin scrubbing pots.  Katrina pitches in to help.  Soon we are both giggling over sudsy water and how we can’t wait to tell everyone at school that we worked at Stephen King’s party.  The kitchen door opens behind us and Katrina’s dad booms in a very loud voice, “Girls, guess who wants to meet you?”  We swing around, our hands dripping in dirty water, suds up to our elbows and stare open mouthed as Stephen King comes over to us and gives a slight bow.  A bow! To us. “Ladies,” he says, “it is a pleasure to meet you and I want to thank you for the excellent job you are doing with this party.”  He holds his hand out and I put my slippery wet hand into his.  He then gallantly raises it to his mouth and kisses the back of it.  He does the same to Katrina.  He asks us which books we’ve read.  I hid my smirk as Katrina admits that she’s just starting The Shining (the book he signed).  I proudly tell him that I’ve read Carrie, Salem’s Lot and The Shining.  He smiles, he’s pleasant, friendly, engaging. Then he says, with regret in his voice (certainly an inflection he put there just for us), “Well, girls, I must get back to my guests.  Thank you again for all your hard work and for reading my books.”  And he was gone.

As I wanted to be a writer at this point in my life, I thought to myself, “Someday, I’m going to be just like that when I’m a rich and famous author!”

On my eighteenth birthday, I went out on my first date (yes, you read that right…I was pathetically lacking in the romance department my entire venture through high school) and he (my date) took me to see The Shining.  I fell in love with the scenery of Colorado (where the movie was shot).  I decided right then and there that I would someday go to Colorado.  And so, indirectly, Stephen King was about to influence one of the most monumental decisions of my life.

A year after graduating high school, I joined the Air Force.  Because they had so many people wanting to go in, I had to wait for a job to open up.  I waited for nine months and then got the call.  My recruiter tells me that a career field has just opened to women.  I would be working outside building munitions (yes, that means things that blow up!).  At the time, I had worked so many office jobs through high school that I wanted something more exciting than a desk to work at.  He tells me that I will be a pioneer, paving the way for future women to follow.  All quite grand to be sure.  But…bombs?  No.  I tell him that I’m not sure that’s what I had in mind when I said I didn’t want to be sitting behind a desk. But then he says, “Well, you’ll be attending technical school in Denver, Colorado. I’ve heard it’s really a nice school.”  I’m sure, thinking back, that the recruiter had no clue on whether the base was nice or not.  It didn’t matter.  I wanted to go to Colorado!  “I’ll take the job.”

While attending basic training, I was taken aside, led into a private room and a man of high rank tried to convince me to change my job choice to something else.  I listened to his spiel and then asked, “Where is the school for this job?”  He says, “California.”  I said, “But I don’t want to go to California, I want to go to Colorado.”  He looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind.  “You are making a career choice based on where the school is located?”  Okay, he can look at me like I’m a moron, I don’t care.  I was determined.  I was going to Colorado.  Truly, he just sat there and looked at me as if I’d suddenly grown a second head and one not so appealing at that!  I figured out many years later why.  Building bombs was not a fun job.  At least, not for me.  In fact, I pretty much hated it for most of my 20 year military career. And that, being stuck in a job I did not enjoy, I can now say was Stephen King’s fault!

I read his book The Stand when I was stationed at a military base in Virginia.  I think it was around 1986.  As I was reading the book one day (people were dying en mass of a flu epidemic in the book) the news came on.  People were dying of a flu epidemic!  I remember being a little freaked out at the coincidence.  Mr. King, I thought, is a smart man!  Thank God we didn’t lose our world population. Still, the book inspired me, and I began writing again.  I wrote my first story at the age of eight.  I was sure I would be an author, a published one within a few years of graduating high school.  But, the Air Force took over my life and then my kids and so it went.  But after reading The Stand, I dug out my old notebooks and began again to dream my dream.

I was stationed in Okinawa, Japan, when I read Stephen King’s “On Writing“.  I started the book while my husband was in surgery.  I remember laughing a lot (who knew the master of the macabre had such a great sense of humor?) and getting curious looks from the others sharing the waiting room with me.  Finally I had to go in search of a highlighter.  Good stuff to remember!  I found a store, bought a yellow highlighter and a pen and went back to the waiting room so I could mark my favorite passages and quotes.  There were a lot.

Not long before this, I rediscovered a manuscript I’d started in high school (my first “horror”…inspired after reading Stephen King’s “The Shining”) and thought it must be the universe telling me I needed to finish that story.  It was laying on the bed when I got home from work.  I recognized the notebook right away and wondered why it was there.  I hadn’t seen it in over ten years! (my husband had gone digging for a notebook and of all the notebooks I’d packed away, he pulled that one out and tossed it on the bed).  A friend who knew I was working on a book bought me King’s “On Writing” thinking it would help. It did.  I became more inspired than ever to finish that book!  Someday I will publish “No Matter What”.  But first to get my “Be Still, My Love” out into the reading public.

I’m excited about the pending publication of my book (I’ve decided to join the ranks of other author hopefuls and publish it myself).  It’s been a long journey for me but considering the person from whom I’ve been inspired and influenced, I figure it’s a good omen.  I watched an interview King gave one time and he said, (paraphrasing somewhat) “If a story grabs you and excites you and you can’t wait to write it down…well, then you probably have the potential for a best-seller on your hands.”  That pretty much describes most of the books I’ve written so far! (the first part that is…about the story grabbing me with its hurry to be written down…but not, unfortunately, the second part…yet).  There is one particular quote from Stephen King’s book “On Writing” that really stuck with me all these years.  He said, “If God gives you something you can do, why in God’s name wouldn’t you do it?”  He’s got me there.  Writing is the one thing I’ve been doing almost all my life.  It’s been something of an obsession.  So, it must be my God given gift.  Can’t think what else it could be!  So, thanks, Stephen King, I think I will…take your advice and use my God given gift.

How about you?  Are you using your God given gift?

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Load Up - You Won't Gain a Pound!

Bargain eBooks

eBooks under $5.00!

Jennifer Probst

a little bit naughty, a little bit nice

Bob Mayer

Write on the River

Creating Weirdness On A Daily Basis...

Nicola Kirk: Author and Collector of Paranormal Stories and Other Strange Encounters

C h a z z W r i t e s . c o m

Write and publish with love and fury.

The Reader's Guide to Epublishing

Your destination site for the Best in Ereading

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