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Kate's Way
Just checked with Amazon.com. Kate's Way is up and running as an ebook. I thought it would take longer.
It's only $5.99
Enjoy it
It's only $5.99
Enjoy it
ebooks
Many of you have written to me about making my books ebooks. I have held back on this because I personally love reading the paper version. But, I have acquiesced to the techno advances in the publishing world.
That being said, Kate's Way and Voices From the Land are now ebooks. The Mindful Writer, Still the Mind, Free the Pen is on its way and should be an ebook within days. All ebooks have been borne thorough Amazon.com.
Enjoy!!!
That being said, Kate's Way and Voices From the Land are now ebooks. The Mindful Writer, Still the Mind, Free the Pen is on its way and should be an ebook within days. All ebooks have been borne thorough Amazon.com.
Enjoy!!!
Kate's Way
Here is an excerpt from my book Kate's Way. Few fortunate individuals do not know the devastation of a heartache. For those who do, I'm sure this scene will become alive. Kate's Way is a story of one woman's journey to wholeness. It is a testament to everyone that life can begin anew at any point. Kate's Way is now an ebook on Amazon. Enjoy this small part of Kate's journey. If you choose to read the complete story in paperback, order it at www.createspace.com/3498926
I stuffed everything into the back of my car. Surprisingly it all fit; not a pretty picture, but I wasn’t concerned about pretty. My car was a story of heartache, why not look like it? I started to back down the driveway when Richard’s car appeared. A woman in the front seat with blond hair pulled tightly back in a pony tail, mascara smeared in the corner of one eye, bent her head as I looked into the car. I wanted to look her in the eyes, let her see the woman whose marriage she broke to pieces. In her mind I was the other woman, and I had an unnerving desire for her to know me, know what she did to me, make her suffer too. I wanted to sear her eyes with my glare. She didn’t look like Richard’s type. She looked like a mix between a bull dog and a pit bull. Richard casually waved as if I wasn’t staring into the reason he broke up our marriage. There was no embarrassment on his face, as if he wasn’t driving up to our home with another lover, as if I weren’t on my way out, no good-bye, no apology, nothing. I held up the bottle of wine. No smile, no laughter, no tears, no comments then put the car in reverse. Maybe I should have hesitated just long enough to stare into his eyes, eyes that were cold, hard, joyously narcissistic, reeking with the message look at me, as if he had won a prize. Only a sociopath could hold such arrogance. Maybe I should have held up the bottle, kissed it, threw back my head with a fling of my hair - look, free again! When someone tries to suck you down low, and you go there of your own free will, you always hate yourself in the morning. It’s difficult to know just how to act in moments that last shorter than a twitch but whose effects last forever. You never get those moments back to do it again. There are no retakes or edits. Best to keep it simple, stay honorable, and run, fast. I backed down the driveway, drove away, didn’t look back.
I hope you enjoyed this moment, the one that set Katie Abrams on her road to a new life.
Until next time,
I stuffed everything into the back of my car. Surprisingly it all fit; not a pretty picture, but I wasn’t concerned about pretty. My car was a story of heartache, why not look like it? I started to back down the driveway when Richard’s car appeared. A woman in the front seat with blond hair pulled tightly back in a pony tail, mascara smeared in the corner of one eye, bent her head as I looked into the car. I wanted to look her in the eyes, let her see the woman whose marriage she broke to pieces. In her mind I was the other woman, and I had an unnerving desire for her to know me, know what she did to me, make her suffer too. I wanted to sear her eyes with my glare. She didn’t look like Richard’s type. She looked like a mix between a bull dog and a pit bull. Richard casually waved as if I wasn’t staring into the reason he broke up our marriage. There was no embarrassment on his face, as if he wasn’t driving up to our home with another lover, as if I weren’t on my way out, no good-bye, no apology, nothing. I held up the bottle of wine. No smile, no laughter, no tears, no comments then put the car in reverse. Maybe I should have hesitated just long enough to stare into his eyes, eyes that were cold, hard, joyously narcissistic, reeking with the message look at me, as if he had won a prize. Only a sociopath could hold such arrogance. Maybe I should have held up the bottle, kissed it, threw back my head with a fling of my hair - look, free again! When someone tries to suck you down low, and you go there of your own free will, you always hate yourself in the morning. It’s difficult to know just how to act in moments that last shorter than a twitch but whose effects last forever. You never get those moments back to do it again. There are no retakes or edits. Best to keep it simple, stay honorable, and run, fast. I backed down the driveway, drove away, didn’t look back.
I hope you enjoyed this moment, the one that set Katie Abrams on her road to a new life.
Until next time,
Is it Creative Writing?
Can you write a story and not have it be creative? Yup. Ever read a story that left you wanting to do something else in the middle of it? Don't you want a reader to give your written work undivided attention?
Watch what happens when you read. Study sentences for what they make you feel and try to identify why they make you react.
Here is an excerpt from my book Kate's Way. (www.createspace.com/3498926 now also an ebook.)
I started to back down the driveway when Richard’s car appeared. A woman in the front seat with blond hair pulled tightly back in a pony tail, mascara smeared in the corner of one eye, bent her head as I looked into the car. I wanted to look her in the eyes, let her see the woman whose marriage she broke to pieces. In her mind I was the other woman, and I had an unnerving desire for her to know me, know what she did to me, make her suffer too. I wanted to sear her eyes with my glare. She didn’t look like Richard’s type. She looked like a mix between a bull dog and a pit bull. Richard casually waved as if I wasn’t staring into the reason he broke up our marriage.
Imagine the paragraph read like this:
Richard's car pulled up with a blonde woman in the front seat. It broke my heart.
Which paragraph sounds more impactful? Why? What is it about the first paragraph that is so different from the second?
Here are a few sentences to compare:
'I enjoyed the ham sandwich' versus 'I enjoyed the ham sandwich knowing dad didn't have to slaughter miss piggy to make it.'
Which one sounds creative to you and what sentence resonates with your gut? I tell my students that to write something that makes a perfectly good and accurately stated sentence does not mean it is going to knock my socks off. What writer doesn't want to impact a reader so deeply that she doesn't take the impressions of your words into her day?
What do you think of these sentences?
I chose the green pen. versus
I chose the green pen that Aunt Helen held in her trembling hand as she wrote her last words.
He kissed me as I hoped he would. versus
He kissed me as I hoped he would because I had already decided if he didn't make my world shake that would be the last kiss he could ever make upon my lips.
Puppup was the smartest dog I ever owned. versus Puppup was the smartest dog I ever owned because he woke me up just in time as the bacon fat began a small fire on top of the stove.
Maybe my quick examples aren't the best in town but I hope I'm making the point just the same.
Read your written work aloud and as you do notice what your gut says. If it doesn't feel something I'd say rewrite them to create more than just a telling.
Until next time,
Jan
www.JanMarquart.com
Watch what happens when you read. Study sentences for what they make you feel and try to identify why they make you react.
Here is an excerpt from my book Kate's Way. (www.createspace.com/3498926 now also an ebook.)
I started to back down the driveway when Richard’s car appeared. A woman in the front seat with blond hair pulled tightly back in a pony tail, mascara smeared in the corner of one eye, bent her head as I looked into the car. I wanted to look her in the eyes, let her see the woman whose marriage she broke to pieces. In her mind I was the other woman, and I had an unnerving desire for her to know me, know what she did to me, make her suffer too. I wanted to sear her eyes with my glare. She didn’t look like Richard’s type. She looked like a mix between a bull dog and a pit bull. Richard casually waved as if I wasn’t staring into the reason he broke up our marriage.
Imagine the paragraph read like this:
Richard's car pulled up with a blonde woman in the front seat. It broke my heart.
Which paragraph sounds more impactful? Why? What is it about the first paragraph that is so different from the second?
Here are a few sentences to compare:
'I enjoyed the ham sandwich' versus 'I enjoyed the ham sandwich knowing dad didn't have to slaughter miss piggy to make it.'
Which one sounds creative to you and what sentence resonates with your gut? I tell my students that to write something that makes a perfectly good and accurately stated sentence does not mean it is going to knock my socks off. What writer doesn't want to impact a reader so deeply that she doesn't take the impressions of your words into her day?
What do you think of these sentences?
I chose the green pen. versus
I chose the green pen that Aunt Helen held in her trembling hand as she wrote her last words.
He kissed me as I hoped he would. versus
He kissed me as I hoped he would because I had already decided if he didn't make my world shake that would be the last kiss he could ever make upon my lips.
Puppup was the smartest dog I ever owned. versus Puppup was the smartest dog I ever owned because he woke me up just in time as the bacon fat began a small fire on top of the stove.
Maybe my quick examples aren't the best in town but I hope I'm making the point just the same.
Read your written work aloud and as you do notice what your gut says. If it doesn't feel something I'd say rewrite them to create more than just a telling.
Until next time,
Jan
www.JanMarquart.com
Love
This week more than ever love is will be on everyone's mind. Flowers and chocolates, jewelry and cards will be purchased at alarming rates.
But how about giving a book that speaks to love and success triumphing over heartaches and setbacks?
Check out my book Kate's Way. You can read some of it on Amazon. Please purchase it on www.createspace.com/3498926. The ebook copy is sold on Amazon.
Have a loving Valentine's Day everyone.
until next time,
jan
But how about giving a book that speaks to love and success triumphing over heartaches and setbacks?
Check out my book Kate's Way. You can read some of it on Amazon. Please purchase it on www.createspace.com/3498926. The ebook copy is sold on Amazon.
Have a loving Valentine's Day everyone.
until next time,
jan
