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Inspirational Journeys presents: Special Guest Interview with Meredith Burton

INSPIRATIONAL JOURNEYS PRESENTS!

Meredith Leigh Burton!
Hello:
I’m proud to announce the following guest for your listening pleasure.
Please be sure to read onward after the following message to learn how you can be my guest here on INSPIRATIONAL JOURNEYS.
Thanks for listening and do write to let me and my guest know what you thought of this presentation.

WHO?
Meredith Leigh Burton
WHEN?
Thursday, May 16, 2019
WHERE?

MORE ABOUT GUEST AUTHOR MEREDITH LEIGH BURTON

Meredith Leigh Burton was born on July 4, 1983. She developed retinopathy of prematurity and attended the Tennessee School for the Blind. She attended Middle Tennessee State University, where she received a Bachelors’ of Arts Degree in English and theater and a teaching certification for grades 7-12. Meredith is a motivational speaker, singer, teacher and writer. She loves teaching a Sunday school class of middle school-aged students and participating in other church activities. She writes young adult fantasy and inspirational fiction that often features disabled protagonists who are called upon to fight against evil. She hopes to demonstrate through her fiction that “all things work together for good to them who love God, to them that are called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28). Meredith resides in Lynchburg, Tennessee.

Connedt with Meredith on her GoodReads page:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4798776

Blind Beauty and Other Tails of Redemption

Book Description:

A blind beauty … a slave girl … a lonely daughter. Immerse yourself in three fairy tale retellings that are unique but reminiscent of tales as old as time. In Blind Beauty, Jenna, who has lost her sight as the result of a traumatic accident, must save her father from a horrible beast. But, things are not what they seem. Can Jenna’s lack of sight help her see beyond the beast’s hideous appearance to the cursed young man beneath? In “Crossing to Afendia,” Faluri, a young slave girl, may be the only one who can save her people from a malevolent evil that lies closer than one might think. In Hart Spring, Bianca’s stepbrother is dying, and she may be the only person with a unique gift that can save his life. But, when Bianca’s stepmother seeks to possess Bianca’s gift for herself, Bianca flees, seeking refuge in a slave settlement. Things may not be as they appear, however, and Bianca’s enemy may not be the one you expect. Enter worlds where trees transport you to enchanted castles and the earth sings. An anthology that features disabled protagonists, Blind Beauty and Other Tales of Redemption will take you on incredible journeys.

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Excerpt:

Jenna strolled through the lush meadows, delighting in the soft song of the grass beneath her feet. She listened for any sound that would herald someone following her, but she heard no one to hinder her walk. She sighed in relief. Songbirds serenaded her in joyous trills, and the scent of spring was redolent upon the air. Spring was her favorite season, the time when the land of Floraine radiated new life. It was the season when flowers and trees awoke from sleep and praised Tecoptra for his goodness. She remembered a proverb Mother had always been fond of murmuring. “The fragrance of spring is the fragrance of love.” Spring had been Mother’s favorite season, too.
As Jenna ascended the small hillock before her, she felt a thrill of anticipation. Her destination lay just ahead. She remembered how she used to admire the profusion of pink and white blossoms upon the majestic apple trees. Now she had to rely upon her ears, which brought to her the rustling music of the trees’ songs. Anger at the injustice threatened to rise and mar the beautiful morning, but she forced it back.
Jenna entered the apple orchard, brushing the sturdy stick she carried along the ground. Poppa had carved the guidance tool for her. As she walked, the tool encountered obstacles that would have caused her to fall. Thus she was able to avoid accidents.
As Jenna shuffled onward, a soft sound stole upon her, the sound of weeping. The piteous cries issued from her appointed destination.
Jenna was drawn to the cries. Hadn’t she made those moans of desolation only six months earlier? Shaking, she followed the sounds to her tree.
When trouble began stalking Jenna’s family, she’d sought refuge in the orchard that lay beyond the village. Her tree was a perfect sanctuary. Jenna named it the Tree with the Humped Back, for it bent at an awkward angle. Even so, there was no denying its majesty.
The Tree with the Humped Back was sacred in Jenna’s mind. Before the fire occurred, she had often come here to read.
Jenna approached the tree, compassion filling her heart. Softly, she asked, “Why’re you crying?”
“Go away!” A boy’s snarling voice reached her ears. Jenna involuntarily shuddered, for the voice was harsher than any she’d ever heard. Then she admonished herself for being silly.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
She heard thudding footfalls as someone stepped from behind the tree. “Go away,” the boy repeated. “Why aren’t you running?”
Fear was receding in favor of indignation. After all, she was trying to help. “Why should I leave? This is my tree.”
“I was here first,” the boy said indignantly.
Jenna heard the sadness beneath the harsh tones of the boy’s voice. Despite her frustration, she decided to be polite. She groped within the pocket of her threadbare frock. She withdrew two pieces of peppermint candy and popped one into her mouth. She also retrieved a small handkerchief. Holding forth her offerings, Jenna said around the melting sweetness, “These peppermint drops always comfort me. My sister makes them. She sells them at market. Would you like one?”
There was a long pause. Then Jenna felt a brief touch against her palm. She shivered at the touch, for the hand was strangely heavy. When its hold was relinquished, the peppermint had been taken. She still held the handkerchief. The boy spoke again, his voice emerging from behind the tree. “That’s a girl’s handkerchief.”
Jenna laughed. “So?”
“I don’t need your help. Why’re you pestering me?”
Enough was enough! “If you’ve nothing civil to say, then leave! You’re ruining my alone time.” Jenna trailed her hands along her tree’s crooked trunk. She placed her feet upon the lowest branch and began to climb. Her hands and legs shook with weakness as she pulled herself upward. Yet she was determined. Ah! Here was her branch at last. She sat and began swinging her legs as she caught her breath. “I know you’re still there,” she called cheekily.
“If you don’t go away, I’ll make the tree let you go.”
Jenna felt a shiver stroke her spine. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll break the branch. You’ll fall.”
Jenna snorted, an unladylike but appropriate sound given the circumstances. “You’re a ninny. You have no power over trees. They wouldn’t listen to a stuck-up–“
She felt the tree move, a sharp thrusting motion as if it were pushing against her. Jenna gasped. The tree moved yet again, and a snapping sound filled her ears. She plummetted toward the ground.
She felt two strange hands grip her sides, halting her fall. She was gently lowered to the ground. The hands felt like large paws, but her mind spun in confusion, and she wondered if she was imagining this fact. She stumbled as she tried to regain her bearings and brushed against something sharp with many prongs. She flinched.
Jenna heard the grass rustle as the boy drew closer to her. “You shouldn’t have said that.” His voice trembled. “You can’t se, can you?”
Jenna didn’t speak. She was too frightened. Frantically, she groped for her guidance tool which had dropped to the ground. She gasped when her exploring fingers touched a severed branch that lay beneath the tree. “How could you?” she whispered.
She felt her stick being placed within her hand. ”I was only trying to frighten you. I’ll leave now,” the boy said.
Jenna stepped away from the tree. Swallowing, she said, “I’m sorry I called you a ninny. You weren’t letting me help. Poppa and Mirabel are like that, and it makes me mad. Are you a Flower Master? I thought only grown-ups spoke to flora.”
“Claudio says Flower Masters can be any age. Trees and flowers are my friends. I talk to this one everytime I come here, and he talks to me. Now he’ll probably never speak to me again. He’s furious.” As if to confirm his words, the tree’s branches rustled violently, several apple blossoms falling to the ground as it did so. “I’ve made him cry,” the boy whispered sadly.
“This tree’s my friend,” Jenna said. “I never thought it would try and hurt me.”
“He wouldn’t have on his own. He says he’s sorry. So am I.” After another long silence, the boy said, “I’m glad you cannot see.”
Jenna blinked, unsure what to say. She thought of the fire. “It’s hard,” she said. Then, to distract herself, she asked, “Will you tell me why you were crying when I found you?”
“I wasn’t crying,” he growled.
Jenna sighed. “I’m not dimwitted.”
“Maybe I was crying, but you would too if your father told you not to leave the house and threatened to lock you in.”
Empathy stirred within Jenna’s heart. “But, you did leave,” she pointed out.
“I snuck out. The roses helped me. The servants’ll be searching.“
Jenna leant forward, whispering conspiratorially, “I snuck out, too.”
It was then that Jenna heard reverberating footfalls and a frantic cry. She felt her arm being jerked. “Catch him!” Poppa’s hoarse voice yelled.
Jenna struggled against Poppa’s grip, crying out in indignation.
She heard shouts as a large crowd approached her. She heard someone running and the notching of bowstrings and the whoosh of arrows. A low whimper stole upon her ears. Poppa lifted her into his arms. He began running, paying no heed to his daughter’s angry flailings.
When Jenna was finally placed upon the ground, she snarled, “How did you find me? I thought you’d gone to help mend Ms. Carruthers roof.”
Poppa spoke through clenched teeth. “Confound you, girl! Thank Tecoptra’s providence I forgot my tools. I found Mirabel in a dreadful state. She said she went next door to give Charlotte some mint syrup for the baby’s cough. She’d only just returned and couldn’t find you. Can’t we leave you even for a minute? What were you thinking?“
“I’m sick of being cooped up, Poppa. You won’t let me go anywhere.“
“That’s not true. You accompany Mirabel to market everytime she goes.“
“Yes, and what do I do there?” Jenna’s voice shook. “I sit on a stool and swing my legs. People cluck at me. They’re like ill-bred hens! I had to get away.” She blinked rapidly, her eyes burning. Sadness burrowed into her soul like an animal unreleased. “How could you hurt that boy? I was only trying to help.”
“What boy?” Poppa’s voice was softer now, tinged with concern. “That beast would’ve killed you.”
Jenna blinked. “Beast?”
Poppa clutched her hand. She felt him trembling. “A monster,” he whispered. “A wolf with a deer’s head.”
Jenna shuddered. Poppa was many things, a worrier, a careless businessman, and a protector, but he wasn’t a liar. Yet what he was saying was absurd, wasn’t it? She thought of the boy’s touch. Had she been imagining it, or had his hand felt paw-like? Shaking, she allowed Poppa to lead her home.

BE A GUEST…

As authors, creative artists and entrepreneurs, we often find it hard to stand out above the constant chatter on the internet. If that sounds like you, I’d like to help you boost the visibility of your brand. My name is Ann Harrison-Barnes and I run a podcast called Inspirational Journeys. On my podcast I post solo episodes of value to my listeners, led by the Holy Spirit. I also talk to authors, creative artists and entrepreneurs who want to share their inspirational journeys with the world. If you’re interested in being a guest on my show, please send an email to annwrites75@gmail.com or fill out the form found at:
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Thanks for listening to Inspirational Journeys and have a Blessed Day.

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Book Review of The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch

Please listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: Book review of the last lecture  https://anchor.fm/inspirational-journeys/episodes/Book-review-of-the-last-lecture-e3q7ah

 

In this episode I give a book review of The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch and my thoughts on what he had to say about living your childhood dreams, along with his quotes and my revelation by the Holy Spirit about brick walls. Brick walls have been placed in our path as God’s way of testing how badly we want to succeed and how hard we are willing to fight to push through them to do His blessed will.

 

I also give recommendations for two books: The 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership by John C. Maxwell and Fly a Little Higher: How a Mom’s Small Prayer was Answered in a Big Way by Laura Sobiech. All three books I mention in either the episode itself or the podcast description, can be found at all the major online eBook retailers, including Amazon.

 

I hope you enjoy this Spirit led episode and I pray that it blesses you just as much to hear it, as it has blessed me to record it. Thanks for listening to Inspirational Journeys and visiting my website. You guys have a blessed day.

 

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A featured book and a guest interview

Hello and welcome to my blog!

Today I am excited to feature one of two versions of the same book. I was going to do a double feature this week, but I didn’t want to make my post overly long and I figured that you’d get more enjoyment out of seeing each author featured. Therefore, this week I have a special treat for you.

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This week’s  featured book is entitled Toxic – Adult Edition, written by Karina Kantas. I had the pleasure of interviewing Karina on my podcast.

Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: Interview with Karina Kantas https://anchor.fm/inspirational-journeys/episodes/Interview-with-Karina-Kantas-e3pjc7

 

You can also watch the interview on YouTube at the following link:

 

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Description:   Lexi isn’t your normal Malok. She craves adventure and freedom from the mundane life forced upon her. 100 years ago, the first drop of acid rain fell. Maloks fled to the mountains, building a new way of life—a desolate life—a life Lexi knows all too well.

Lexi has a plan, her ticket out of this miserable existence, becoming a ranger. Aron, her partner, believes she’s not strong enough to fight alongside him. Lexi will stop at nothing, no matter what the danger, to achieve her independence, even if that means defying him.

Amidst everything, Marcus, Lexi’s childhood best friend makes a sudden return. Before she can rejoice in a reunion, her happiness is crushed when she sees Mae, the bully that had terrorized her in her teens. Marcus was aware of the mental abuse Lexi had suffered and yet the person she loved and the person she hated the most, stand before her, together.

“A powerful dystopian thriller that captures the heart and imagination”.

 

 

Purchase link:

http://www.books2read.com/ToxicAE

 

 

Excerpt:

“Lexi,” greeted the young medic.

“Hey, Sha.” Lexi smiled.

She walked past Sha and sat down on a stool, took a sterile cloth, and wiped away the dead skin, causing her to take an intake of breath. No matter how many times she had been burnt there was no way to get used to that kind of pain.

As she reached for a jar of Dozax paste, Sha spoke. “You’ve been outside again, haven’t you?”

Lexi didn’t answer at first, as she felt the wonderful relief as the paste went to work, taking away the pain and healing the burn. The skin immediately started to regenerate and within moments all that was left on her hand was a green coloured dye, which would eventually fade. Still, Lexi needed to wear a patch that had a tiny spot of Dozax cream to complete the treatment. It was dangerous for any Malok to use Dozax in its pure form. Everything had to be diluted.

“You are such a strange Malok,” Sha said, shaking her head.

Lexi smiled. “I can’t help it. I’d go crazy if I was cooped up here forever.”

“Has your ranger training started?” Sha asked.

Lexi’s grin was wide. “Not yet. At the end of the week,” she answered, still not believing she had been accepted into the academy. “Okay, I’m done,” she said and then jumped off the stool. “See you tomorrow.”

“Oh wait. You have four inoculations to do tomorrow.”

“Four?” Lexi questioned.

“Yes, some Maloks arrived last night with the new commander.”

“Oh, yes I forgot about Jow. So sad. He was nice as a commander, and so approachable and happy all the time, you know?”

“Yeah,” Sha agreed and then giggled. “Remember when he came and said he wanted to learn basic aid? Oh my, he was so funny.”

Lexi laughed as she remembered that day and how he always made her smile. “See even now, just thinking of the late commander makes us happy. He left a great legacy behind.”

“He sure did. Let’s just hope the new one can live up to that.”

“Okay, I’m off. See you tomorrow, Sha.”

“I will have the Dozax jabs ready for you in the incubator,” Sha called.

“Super! Thanks,” Lexi mumbled.

Lexi still couldn’t get that sad day out of her mind. She even had to visit the Charmer to talk and get closure. The loss of Commander Jow was hard for everyone. A party of fifteen went out that day and only two returned. Lexi wished for peace every day, but the only way that would happen was if the Outcasts and the Maloks agreed to share.

She shook her head. Of course, that would never happen, she was kidding herself. Outcasts needed the Terra leaves to feed their addiction. Never mind that this amazing plant could cure pain, protect the body from germs, Illness and normal medical problems that come from age and a weary body. She couldn’t imagine how life used to be when young people would die, because they didn’t know the secret of the plant and the properties it possessed. So, sad, she thought, as she quickly made her way back to the residence she shared with Aron.

Everyone assumed that Lexi and Aron would marry and settle down. Her friends certainly thought so, and at the start, so did Lexi. Only now she had woken up, and the adventurous Lexi wanted so much more from life and becoming a ranger was a step in the right direction.

 

PROLIFIC AUTHOR (004)

About the Author:

 

Karina Kantas is the author of the popular MC thriller series, OUTLAW and the loved romantic fantasy duology, Illusional Reality. She also writes short stories and when her imagination is working overtime, she writes thought-provoking dark flash fiction.

There are many layers to Karina’s writing style and voice, as you will see in her flash fiction collection, Heads & Tales and in UNDRESSED she opens up more to her fans, giving them another glimpse into her warped mind.

When Karina isn’t busy working on her next bestseller, she’s a publicist, author manager and VA. She’s also the host of the popular radio show, Author Assist on the Artist First Radio Network.

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Connect with Karina at the following links:

 

Facebook:

https://bit.ly/FBFPKK – FB

 

Instagram

http://bit.ly/INSTKK –

 

Twitter

http://bit.ly/TwittKK –

 

Website

http://bit.ly/BLOGKK –

 

Goodreads

http://bit.ly/KKGRE –

http://bit.ly/KarinaKantas  – Amazon author page
http://eepurl.com/daKief –  Mailing list sign up

 

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Would you like to be a guest on my podcast Inspirational Journeys? Would you like to have your book featured on my blog? If so, please do one of the following: send an email to annwrites75@gmail.com with either featured book of the week or inspirational journeys in the subject line, or fill out the form on my website at

https://annwritesinspiration.com/contact.

I challenge you today to let me help you promote your book or your author brand.

 

I challenge you today, to go out there and read to get inspired, write something inspiring and share your creation with the world. For when you’ve touched one life, you’ve touched a thousand. Thanks for following, liking, sharing and commenting on my blog. You guys have a blessed week ahead.

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My first Podcast Episode and my experience with Anchor

Hello everyone,

Have you ever wanted to conduct your own podcast, but didn’t know how to get started? Well, let me explain something, I was like you. However, I have finally found a platform that is accessible, though you have to do a bit of working around the app to discover what one of the unlabeled buttons are. I won’t go through all the steps to making a podcast episode here, but I will share that information with you in a future blogpost and podcast episode. However, I will say that with all the planning, brainstorming, practicing to get my recordings just right, the thought of podcasting was a bit nerve racking, but I stuck my neck out and fiddled with the app to learn how to add new segments, invite friends to record, and I put together an episode. Here’s my episode of encouragement to aspiring authors and podcasters.

 

Please Let me know what topics you’d like me to discuss or if you have any questions about being an author or a podcaster. Pleas feel free to send me any links to resources or any tips you’d like me to share with my audience.

 

You can interact with me via the podcast in two ways, you can leave comments in the show notes associated with a given episode, which will appear as blog posts, visit my contact page and leave me a message on the contact form found at:

https://annwritesinspiration.com/contact

or you can send an email to

annwrites75@gmail.com with podcast feedback in the subject line. If you’d like to be a guest on my show, pleas let me know via email or my contact form and I’ll be happy to send you my podcast interview framework.

 

Until next time, happy writing and may God Richly bless you.

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Featured Book of the Week: A New Summer Garden: An Electric Eclectic Novelette by Paul White

Hello everyone, I hope you enjoyed my featured books about poetry. I posted these previous books in honor of National Poetry month. This week, we are working our way back to short fiction with a special featured book which launched on Wednesday April tenth. Without further ado, let’s highlight our new Electric Eclectic book.

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This week I am proud to feature a book entitled A New Summer Garden: An Electric Eclectic Novelette written by Paul White.

 

Description:

 

A crime drama. Sam was a down and almost out, with little prospect for the future when he meets Rachelle, the beautiful wife of the philanderous Peter, the kingpin of an international criminal business empire.

When Peter catches Sam ‘in flagrante’ with Rachelle, he ensures Sam’s simple life becomes complicated.

What happens next takes Sam on a surreal path, where the only plausible outcome is for Sam to end up in prison or dead… most probably both.

 

Please note, the following excerpt contains language and subject matter that some may find offensive. Reader discretion is advised.

 

Excerpt:

 

I have never played poker before. The only game I played with cards was ‘Snap’ when I was a child and I usually lost then. Yet somehow, by one o’clock in the morning, there was a great pile of money in front of me, bunches of twenty and fifty-pound notes.

Things were looking good.

By three o’clock my entire wad of cash was gone. So was my original three hundred pounds stake money Peter gave me.

It had all gone tits-up.

The game was wound up at four o’clock and I was in the shit. I was left with five IOU’s, totalling five thousand seven hundred and twenty pounds. The debt belonged to the two Kosovans and the big Russian, with a few hundred owing to the three Polish fellows.

They said I had one month to come up with the cash or pay with my kneecaps.

Peter laughed aloud saying it was the best three hundred pounds investment he had made in years. In fact, he said, he often paid twice that amount to fuck one of his poxy little whores.

I knew then I had been fucked over. Again.

But this was not the end of the night. Oh no, things were to get a little more complicated than just being stitched up by a jealous husband and owing a gambling debt to a bunch of unstable, possibly ex KGB type, gangsters.

It was from this point on things began to get a little bit dark.

Very dark.

Pitch black.

 

Purchase link:

http://authl.it/az2

 

About the Author

 

Paul White is a prolific storyteller, a wordsmith, tale weaver and an International bestselling author.

He writes from his Yorkshire home, situated near a quiet market town in the East Ridings.

Paul has published several books, from full-length novels to short story collections, poetry, children’s books, semi-fiction, non-fiction & military social history.

Paul has published several books, from full-length novels to short story collections, poetry, children’s books, semi-fiction, non-fiction & military social history.

He also contributes to various collective anthologies.

You can learn more about Paul, his current works-in-progress, artworks, photography and other projects, by visiting his website:

http://paulznewpostbox.wix.com/paul

 

Paul is the founder of Electric Eclectic books, of which this, A New Summer Garden is one.

You can find all the Electric Eclectic books and introductions to the other Electric Eclectic authors by visiting the website:

http://bit.ly/visitEEbooks

 

Like Paul on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/paulwhitewriter

 

and follow him on twitter:

https://twitter.com/fluffybunnypj

 

Call to action

 

If you have a book you’d like featured on my blog, you can do one of two things. You can fill out the contact form found at the following link:

https://annwritesinspiration.com/contact

or you can send an email to annwrites75@gmail.com with “Featured Book of the Week” in the subject line.

Once I receive your email, I will gladly send you my featured book of the week questionnaire, as either an attached word document or pasted in the body of an email, if you prefer. Along with the filled-out questionnaire, please send any photos you’d like me to add as either JPG or PNG attachments, as I am unable to paste a photo onto my blog that has been inserted into the body of an email.

 

Until next time, happy reading and have a blessed week ahead.

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Leaving behind a piece of your soul in your writing

When you read books, do you find the little nuggets of inspiration the author has left behind? Why not use that inspiration to leave behind a part of your soul in your own writing.

Here’s a post that explains what I’m talking about in greater detail. Please like, share and comment on the original blog.

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What If Every Book You Read Offers You a Piece of Another Writer’s Soul?

 

Y’all have a blessed one and continue to make progress on your current WIP.

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Featured Book of the Week: Words of Life: Poems and Essays by Ann Chiappetta

Hello everyone,

Thanks to all of you who commented on Joan Myles’s book last week. This week I have another fabulous book of poetry to share with you.

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Our featured book of the week is entitled Words of Life: Poems and Essays, written by Ann Chiappetta

 

Description:

Beautifully and powerfully, the author writes about both the light and dark sides of life. Here are poems and essays about nature, blindness, social isolation, families, dogs, delightful scents, and the power of the muse. Just as in her first book, Upwelling, there is no fluff here. To read Ann Chiappetta’s works is to feel them deeply, appreciate them mightily, and remember them forever.

 

Purchase link:

https://www.amazon.com/Words-Life-Essays-Ann-Chiappetta-ebook/dp/B07PH82GJ5/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Words+of+Life%3A+Poems+and+Essays&qid=1554404844&s=gateway&sr=8-1

 

Excerpt:

 

The writing muscle

 

Pumps ideas from gray matter

 

The writing muscle

Is a narsisist

Caring not for other obligations

Pouting when ignored

 

The muscle

requires attention,

exercise, nurturing

 

Sometimes it even demands control like

Symbiotic partnerships

 

And then, like the actions

Demanded by a well pumped

bicep or quadriceps

It will tremble with effort and delight

Overtake the writer’s chore list

 

Odorous Laundry piles ignored

Phone calls delayed

And an occasional burnt dinner entrée

fall victim

To the whims of

The Schwarzenegger Muse.

 

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About the Author:

 

Ann Chiappetta M.S. is an author   and poet.  Her writing has been featured in many small press publications and collegiate journals. Ann’s nonfiction essays have been printed in Dialogue magazine. And her poems are often featured in Magnets and Ladders. Her poetry is also included in Breath and Shadow’s 2016 debut anthology, Dozen: The Best of Breath and Shadow.  Her first collection, UPWELLING: POEMS and FOLLOW YOUR DOG A STORY OF LOVE AND TRUST, released in 2016 and 2017, are available in both eBook and print formats from:

www.dldbooks.com/annchiappetta/.

 

 

Connect with Ann at the following links:

 

blog:

http://www.thought-wheel.com

personal website:

www.annchiappetta.com

 

Social links:

https://twitter.com/Anniedungarees

https://www.facebook.com/verona.chiappetta

 

Call to Action:

 

If you’d like to have a book featured on my blog, please fill out the form at the following link:

https://annwritesinspiration.com/contact

or send an email to:

annwrites75@gmail.com

with “featured book of the week” in the subject line, and I’ll be happy to send you my questionnaire.

Until next time, God bless you and may you find your next great read.