Rebecca MacCeile's Blog
October 8, 2020
A Brief Hiatus
Hello everyone!
I have been very busy over the past two months. I've returned to school as well as homeschooling my three children. It has been a bit hectic to say the least.
I just wanted to inform you all that I will be taking a brief creative writing hiatus. I am not certain how long this break will last, but I do know that I have more important things to focus on at the moment.
I appreciate all of the wonderful support I have received from you as my audience, and I look forward to writing another great book (or two) in the future.
Love to all,
Becca
I have been very busy over the past two months. I've returned to school as well as homeschooling my three children. It has been a bit hectic to say the least.
I just wanted to inform you all that I will be taking a brief creative writing hiatus. I am not certain how long this break will last, but I do know that I have more important things to focus on at the moment.
I appreciate all of the wonderful support I have received from you as my audience, and I look forward to writing another great book (or two) in the future.
Love to all,
Becca
May 20, 2020
Coming Soon!
After a whirl wind two-ish months in quarantine… my latest project is complete and off to my editor with a scheduled release date of October 21st, 2020. I hadn’t planned on releasing it until next year, but with the abundance of extra time I was able to finish it early.
This story is probably the darkest piece I’ve published to date as we follow the titular character through his boyhood and into adulthood. It’s filled with the nuances of family life and how small things build up over time to send good people down dark paths with dire consequences.
It was an interesting journey to say the least as I stepped out of my comfort zone, but in a way the story itself brings a level of closure to many loose ends in my own life story. Writing has always been a part of my healing process, but for the longest time I needed to focus more on sorting out what actually happened in regards to my trauma. I couldn’t fictionalize it until I addressed it, which always resulted in any attempts at a novel screeching to a halt about half way through.
This past year I was finally able to fill in the gaps as it were with my trauma, and take on a new journey to healing. In a way, Jericho is my magnum opus. It ties all of my writing together and as the project draws toward completion I don’t know if I will feel compelled to start another.
I say that after poking around looking for inspiration to start a new story for the past several weeks and coming up empty handed. Although, Jericho will be my sixth book in less than three years. Perhaps I just need to take a while to find a new wave of inspiration.
I guess we’ll see what happens.
Keep an eye out for more updates, promotions and look for Jericho to hit shelves in October!
All families have their strengths and weaknesses. For the Fosters, it was no different. William, the patriarch of the Foster family, had made his lot in life by enlisting in the military immediately after high school. It was the quickest and most accessible way out of the tiny Midwestern town where he grew up. He served admirably through his young adulthood bouncing around from place to place, overseas and domestically until fate brought him to a small Alabama town where he met the woman who would soon become his wife. Their romance was effortless and things seemed to be going well, until the birth of their second child, a son, Jericho. Once Jericho arrived nothing about the Foster family would ever be the same.
Follow Jericho through his boyhood as he faces numerous challenges from bullies in the schoolyard, to gang members in back allies, drug abuse, a life of crime and multiple attempts to redeem himself. The journey is one full of heartbreak, yet leaves the audience rooting for Jericho at every twist and turn. It’s an intimate glimpse into family dynamics and the nuances of raising a child who lives on the fringe edge of society.
This story is probably the darkest piece I’ve published to date as we follow the titular character through his boyhood and into adulthood. It’s filled with the nuances of family life and how small things build up over time to send good people down dark paths with dire consequences.
It was an interesting journey to say the least as I stepped out of my comfort zone, but in a way the story itself brings a level of closure to many loose ends in my own life story. Writing has always been a part of my healing process, but for the longest time I needed to focus more on sorting out what actually happened in regards to my trauma. I couldn’t fictionalize it until I addressed it, which always resulted in any attempts at a novel screeching to a halt about half way through.
This past year I was finally able to fill in the gaps as it were with my trauma, and take on a new journey to healing. In a way, Jericho is my magnum opus. It ties all of my writing together and as the project draws toward completion I don’t know if I will feel compelled to start another.
I say that after poking around looking for inspiration to start a new story for the past several weeks and coming up empty handed. Although, Jericho will be my sixth book in less than three years. Perhaps I just need to take a while to find a new wave of inspiration.
I guess we’ll see what happens.
Keep an eye out for more updates, promotions and look for Jericho to hit shelves in October!
All families have their strengths and weaknesses. For the Fosters, it was no different. William, the patriarch of the Foster family, had made his lot in life by enlisting in the military immediately after high school. It was the quickest and most accessible way out of the tiny Midwestern town where he grew up. He served admirably through his young adulthood bouncing around from place to place, overseas and domestically until fate brought him to a small Alabama town where he met the woman who would soon become his wife. Their romance was effortless and things seemed to be going well, until the birth of their second child, a son, Jericho. Once Jericho arrived nothing about the Foster family would ever be the same.
Follow Jericho through his boyhood as he faces numerous challenges from bullies in the schoolyard, to gang members in back allies, drug abuse, a life of crime and multiple attempts to redeem himself. The journey is one full of heartbreak, yet leaves the audience rooting for Jericho at every twist and turn. It’s an intimate glimpse into family dynamics and the nuances of raising a child who lives on the fringe edge of society.
“You can withstand anything, or so you think. But little by little you are chipped away until you fall down. So it was with the walls of Jericho, so it is with fictional character Jericho. He grew up facing a few challenges, yet overcame to be his own man. Some decisions aren’t easily made, some consequences beyond unfortunate; but you do what you have to do to survive. As you walk with Jericho through his short life, you may question your own decisions and thoughts. Some lives seem to have it all, while others seem to be pitfalls for disaster. An impressive, intense new read by Rebecca MacCeile. Would you have been strong enough to live his life? Are you strong enough to read about it?”
November 1, 2019
New Release and Happy NaNoWriMo
Hello everyone,
Happy National Novel Writing Month! Are you tackling a new book this year? I'm working on a new project and so far it's going really well. I look forward to sharing it with you in the near future!
Speaking of NaNoWriMo projects... I'm happy to announce that my first work of fiction is now available in Kindle and Paperback format at the link below:
https://www.amazon.com/Eleanors-Libra...
I'm really proud of this one. It's fun, has a strong female lead, and a little bit of magic. Give it a look!
Back to the writing trenches for now. Until next time GoodReaders.
-Becca Rebecca MacCeile
Happy National Novel Writing Month! Are you tackling a new book this year? I'm working on a new project and so far it's going really well. I look forward to sharing it with you in the near future!
Speaking of NaNoWriMo projects... I'm happy to announce that my first work of fiction is now available in Kindle and Paperback format at the link below:
https://www.amazon.com/Eleanors-Libra...
I'm really proud of this one. It's fun, has a strong female lead, and a little bit of magic. Give it a look!
Back to the writing trenches for now. Until next time GoodReaders.
-Becca Rebecca MacCeile
June 14, 2019
Sneak Peek!
A wave of fresh creativity has hit me recently and I'm taking full advantage of it! I've written a total of 11k words on my brand new WIP. I'm also nearing the final editing phase on the release I have planned for the upcoming holiday season. It's still quite surreal that my writing career has begun to flourish after so many years of self doubt. I never imagined I'd see my work anywhere outside of a blog roll. I don't particularly know why, other than I gave in to the crippling internal voice of inadequacy. Others have always praised my writing, and yet my internal critic kept me from pursuing my passion for far too long.
Anyway... Here's a little glimpse of what's to come. The following are excerpts from two of my favorite projects. The first I expect to have finished and on the market around Thanksgiving this year.
Eleanor's Library is my first attempt at fantasy. I wrote it nearing the end of my first pregnancy. It was my first Camp NaNoWriMo win, written to inspire my future daughter and convey a love of literature from a young age. My daughter isn't quite old enough to read it yet, but I'm excited to share it with her once she is.
"What defines a library? Is it a collection of books for the masses? Is it a collection of knowledge for the taking? Or is it simply a quiet place to contemplate and learn? One might say that it’s a magical place filled with imagination, creativity, and the lost thoughts and ideas of the past. For Eleanor, all of those things were true. Not only did she inherit a brick and mortar building housed with books, but she also inherited something a bit magical.
Eleanor trudged up the large marble staircase of the Newton Public Library. The weather was dreary and so was her mood. She had no idea what she was going to do with her massive inheritance. Not only was the building itself falling into disrepair, but the catalogue was terribly outdated, and only a sparse following of patrons remained loyal to the tired system of borrowing physical books. Society had progressed by leaps and bounds in the years since Eleanor’s grandfather had opened the library. Most everything could be found online these days, and print books were becoming a distant relic of the past. As much as Eleanor tried to keep her library relevant by updating the computer system and providing ample space to access the internet from various electronic devices, fewer and fewer people continued to wander through the doors.
At first she had been honored to receive her grandfather’s most treasured possession as her inheritance, but she soon realized how much work actually went into the up keep and staffing of the library. She now realized that not only did her grandfather spend so much time in the library because he enjoyed it, but because it was necessary to keep things in order.
As a young college graduate, she felt that the library distracted her from pursuing her budding career as a journalist. She had recently finished her internship at a prestigious quarterly magazine, and was about to start a job there full time. First, she needed to get things in order with this library. One set back after another both depleted her finances and her chances at starting her career. So far her potential boss had been patient and understanding, but he couldn’t wait forever.
Her current challenge was to find a reliable security guard to check up on the place after hours and several times through out the night. Joe, the man her grandfather had previously employed, had slipped and fallen down the stairs breaking a hip. Eleanor had left the library unattended one night and it had been ransacked causing hundreds of dollars in damage. After that she had tried desperately to find someone else to no avail. Eventually she took the duty upon herself, which is why she was trudging up the stairs in the dreary weather late in the evening.
She paused at the giant oak doors, and turned around to view the street below. Cars and pedestrians were making their slow way home as the sun sank behind the cityscape casting an orange foggy glow. It would have been the perfect scene for a greeting card, or even a Christmas television special. She loved this part of town. It had been all she had known for most of her life. She spent countless days and evenings with her grandfather in this library, listening to his stories, and exploring her own. It would be a bitter sweet thing to take this new job and move away from her beloved neighborhood. IF she could ever take the job and move away. With a small sigh, she continued through the doors and into the impressive lobby.
As she made her way through the lobby her shoes made a soft clicking sounds across the marble floor. As far as she knew she and the evening librarian, Jill, were the only two people in the building. The library had technically been closed for half an hour, but with such a small patronage hours were more of a suggestion than a rule.
Jill was a rare breed, still more concerned with customers and their satisfaction that her own personal comfort. Sometimes she would stay for hours after the scheduled closing time to allow a flustered student extra time to study for an impending test, or a loyal patron find just the right book for the local book club to indulge in. It didn’t happen often, but when it did Jill never complained. She just quietly found things to do, whether it be cataloging, sorting, or filing until her patrons were ready to leave.
Eleanor rounded the corner and saw Jill patiently waiting behind the circulation desk for a single patron to finish up his allotted time on the public computer.
“Good evening, Jill” Eleanor whispered softly as she slipped out of her rain coat, and sat her purse underneath the counter.
“Hello, Eleanor. Mr. Jennings will be finished here in just a moment. He has about ten minutes left.” Jill replied in the same hushed tone with which Eleanor had initiated the conversation, and a warm smile.
“Anything exciting happen today, Jill?” Eleanor asked, leafing through a stack of return slips.
“Oh no. Nothing exciting per say. There was a bit of a leak in the Natural History section, but Bob got it patched right up. Thankfully it didn’t damage any of the books.”
“Natural History section? Isn’t that up on the third floor?”
“Yes it is. One of the sky lights was giving us a fit today. Most of the time it’s as dry as a bone up there.”
“And you said that Bob got everything taken care of? Or do I need to call a repair man to look at the sky light?”
“Well Bob got it all patched up, but I don’t think it would hurt to call a repair man. Wouldn’t want to leave it unattended and lose some of those books up there, you know.”
“Thanks Jill, I’m out of here. You all have a goodnight.” Mr Jennings called as he stood up from his seat at a nearby computer, and made his way toward the front door.
“Thank you Mr Jennings. If you’ll wait just a moment could you walk me to my car?” Jill replied.
“Sure thing. I’ll be just outside the door. Goodnight Eleanor.” Mr Jennings said, continuing his way through the lobby.
“Goodnight!” Eleanor called as she helped Jill gather her belongings and bundle into her coat. “Goodnight to you as well Jill. Thank you for staying over tonight.”
“Any time, dear. Any time.” Jill answered, buttoning up her rain bonnet over her silver permed locks and making her way toward the door.
Eleanor listened carefully for the sound of the lock being thrown, and then started to make her first round through the vast expanse of books. While she was certain when Jill had been waiting for Mr Jennings, Mr Jennings had been the only person left in the building, making her rounds helped pass the time. She also wanted to head upstairs and check on the troublesome sky light." -R. MacCeile,
Look for Eleanor's Library Kindle and paperback versions to arrive late November 2019.
The second project I'm really excited about is Jericho. I'm currently starting on the final draft, yet I can't quite define which genre best describes it. It's fiction; somewhere between a coming of age, crime drama, and thriller. It's my first attempt at storytelling from a third person perspective which has proved to be quite a challenge! I think it's flowing quite well right now, and hope to have it in editing by the end of the year.
Jericho focuses on the Foster family, how the various events contribute to the title character's growth and development, and how even the best intentions parents have for their children can often go awry. There isn't any one specific person(s) that Jericho nor the Foster family are based on, but I did draw inspiration from many people who have come and gone in my own life. I also took bits and pieces of my own childhood and tossed them into the mix which makes the story relatable and familiar but original just the same.
"One particularly challenging afternoon as Jericho had worn on her absolute last nerve Julia did what most exasperated parents do and sent Jericho outside with strict instructions not to come back in until Hannah arrived home from school; then she pulled out her newest mystery novel before settling in to read and relax her nerves. She occasionally glanced over her book through the sliding door into the back yard and watched Jericho playing gleefully with his army of action figures.
“At least it’s quiet in here. Thank God for that.” She mumbled to herself before polishing off her third glass of wine and returning to her book.
Jericho entertained himself for quite a while in the warm California sun, pausing to dig in the dirt and rocks, and build forts for his action figures. Soon he grew bored with forts and dirt and decided that his action figures could fly.
“I’ll race you Crash Jordan. I can fly, higher than all the planes in the world!” Jericho yelled bringing life to a robot from a popular television show. “No way, Dinobot. That’s impossible! No one can fly faster than me!” He yelped animating the second figurine.
“Oh yeah? Let’s see! Here I go! WHOOSH!” Jericho yelled throwing Dinobot as far into the sky and desert as his small arm would allow him to before running to find him. “That was pretty good, Dinobot, but Crash Jordan can fly fasterer than that!”
Again Jericho threw one of his toys as high and as far as his small arm would allow him to chasing after it with reckless abandon. He continued his game until the heat of the sun began to wear on him.
“I thirsty, guys. Let’s go get some juice.” Jericho said scooping up his toys and turning around to head back into the house. Much to his surprise the house was nowhere to be seen as he turned around in a complete circle.
“Oh.” He muttered to himself as he clutched his toys a little tighter. “I must have flied them farther than I thought.”
He turned in a complete circle once again, before picking a direction and beginning to walk. Surely the house was just over the next small hill. He couldn’t have gone that far.
Back at the house Julia finished her novel, stretched and peered outside once again, fully expecting to see Jericho playing right where she left him in the back yard. When she didn’t immediately see him, she let out an exasperated sigh as she stood and made her way to the back yard. She opened the sliding door and surveyed the entire yard.
“Jericho? Jericho! Where are you?” Julia yelled, annoyed, as she shielded the hot summer sun from her eyes. “Jericho, this isn’t funny. Come inside. It’s getting hot out.”
When she was met with silence, she stepped out into the back yard and checked all of Jericho’s usual hiding spots. As she checked each one of the spots Jericho had been known to hide in with no results, suddenly panic began to rise in her throat.
“Jericho! Jericho William! Jericho this isn’t funny! Come out this instant!” She yelled desperately. “Oh my God, Jericho please!”
Now frantic, Julia ran next door to see if the neighbors had noticed Jericho wander off. She went door to door on the entire block to no avail.
“My baby boy! My baby is gone!” She wept, defeated, as she returned home to call Will and the police. “What have I done? My God, what have I done!?”
Her hands shook as she picked up the phone and dialed the number to Will’s office. It rang several times until Rebecca, his secretary, answered the phone. “Captain Foster’s office, how may I direct your call?”
“Rebecca, this is Julia. Is he able to take calls right now? It’s urgent. I… I’ve lost Jericho. He was playing outside. I looked up and he was there, the next moment he was gone.” Julia choked, trying to remain calm and control the emotion in her voice." -R. MacCeile
Look for Jericho Kindle and paperback versions Summer 2021.
Copyright R. MacCeile 2019
Anyway... Here's a little glimpse of what's to come. The following are excerpts from two of my favorite projects. The first I expect to have finished and on the market around Thanksgiving this year.
Eleanor's Library is my first attempt at fantasy. I wrote it nearing the end of my first pregnancy. It was my first Camp NaNoWriMo win, written to inspire my future daughter and convey a love of literature from a young age. My daughter isn't quite old enough to read it yet, but I'm excited to share it with her once she is.
"What defines a library? Is it a collection of books for the masses? Is it a collection of knowledge for the taking? Or is it simply a quiet place to contemplate and learn? One might say that it’s a magical place filled with imagination, creativity, and the lost thoughts and ideas of the past. For Eleanor, all of those things were true. Not only did she inherit a brick and mortar building housed with books, but she also inherited something a bit magical.
Eleanor trudged up the large marble staircase of the Newton Public Library. The weather was dreary and so was her mood. She had no idea what she was going to do with her massive inheritance. Not only was the building itself falling into disrepair, but the catalogue was terribly outdated, and only a sparse following of patrons remained loyal to the tired system of borrowing physical books. Society had progressed by leaps and bounds in the years since Eleanor’s grandfather had opened the library. Most everything could be found online these days, and print books were becoming a distant relic of the past. As much as Eleanor tried to keep her library relevant by updating the computer system and providing ample space to access the internet from various electronic devices, fewer and fewer people continued to wander through the doors.
At first she had been honored to receive her grandfather’s most treasured possession as her inheritance, but she soon realized how much work actually went into the up keep and staffing of the library. She now realized that not only did her grandfather spend so much time in the library because he enjoyed it, but because it was necessary to keep things in order.
As a young college graduate, she felt that the library distracted her from pursuing her budding career as a journalist. She had recently finished her internship at a prestigious quarterly magazine, and was about to start a job there full time. First, she needed to get things in order with this library. One set back after another both depleted her finances and her chances at starting her career. So far her potential boss had been patient and understanding, but he couldn’t wait forever.
Her current challenge was to find a reliable security guard to check up on the place after hours and several times through out the night. Joe, the man her grandfather had previously employed, had slipped and fallen down the stairs breaking a hip. Eleanor had left the library unattended one night and it had been ransacked causing hundreds of dollars in damage. After that she had tried desperately to find someone else to no avail. Eventually she took the duty upon herself, which is why she was trudging up the stairs in the dreary weather late in the evening.
She paused at the giant oak doors, and turned around to view the street below. Cars and pedestrians were making their slow way home as the sun sank behind the cityscape casting an orange foggy glow. It would have been the perfect scene for a greeting card, or even a Christmas television special. She loved this part of town. It had been all she had known for most of her life. She spent countless days and evenings with her grandfather in this library, listening to his stories, and exploring her own. It would be a bitter sweet thing to take this new job and move away from her beloved neighborhood. IF she could ever take the job and move away. With a small sigh, she continued through the doors and into the impressive lobby.
As she made her way through the lobby her shoes made a soft clicking sounds across the marble floor. As far as she knew she and the evening librarian, Jill, were the only two people in the building. The library had technically been closed for half an hour, but with such a small patronage hours were more of a suggestion than a rule.
Jill was a rare breed, still more concerned with customers and their satisfaction that her own personal comfort. Sometimes she would stay for hours after the scheduled closing time to allow a flustered student extra time to study for an impending test, or a loyal patron find just the right book for the local book club to indulge in. It didn’t happen often, but when it did Jill never complained. She just quietly found things to do, whether it be cataloging, sorting, or filing until her patrons were ready to leave.
Eleanor rounded the corner and saw Jill patiently waiting behind the circulation desk for a single patron to finish up his allotted time on the public computer.
“Good evening, Jill” Eleanor whispered softly as she slipped out of her rain coat, and sat her purse underneath the counter.
“Hello, Eleanor. Mr. Jennings will be finished here in just a moment. He has about ten minutes left.” Jill replied in the same hushed tone with which Eleanor had initiated the conversation, and a warm smile.
“Anything exciting happen today, Jill?” Eleanor asked, leafing through a stack of return slips.
“Oh no. Nothing exciting per say. There was a bit of a leak in the Natural History section, but Bob got it patched right up. Thankfully it didn’t damage any of the books.”
“Natural History section? Isn’t that up on the third floor?”
“Yes it is. One of the sky lights was giving us a fit today. Most of the time it’s as dry as a bone up there.”
“And you said that Bob got everything taken care of? Or do I need to call a repair man to look at the sky light?”
“Well Bob got it all patched up, but I don’t think it would hurt to call a repair man. Wouldn’t want to leave it unattended and lose some of those books up there, you know.”
“Thanks Jill, I’m out of here. You all have a goodnight.” Mr Jennings called as he stood up from his seat at a nearby computer, and made his way toward the front door.
“Thank you Mr Jennings. If you’ll wait just a moment could you walk me to my car?” Jill replied.
“Sure thing. I’ll be just outside the door. Goodnight Eleanor.” Mr Jennings said, continuing his way through the lobby.
“Goodnight!” Eleanor called as she helped Jill gather her belongings and bundle into her coat. “Goodnight to you as well Jill. Thank you for staying over tonight.”
“Any time, dear. Any time.” Jill answered, buttoning up her rain bonnet over her silver permed locks and making her way toward the door.
Eleanor listened carefully for the sound of the lock being thrown, and then started to make her first round through the vast expanse of books. While she was certain when Jill had been waiting for Mr Jennings, Mr Jennings had been the only person left in the building, making her rounds helped pass the time. She also wanted to head upstairs and check on the troublesome sky light." -R. MacCeile,
Look for Eleanor's Library Kindle and paperback versions to arrive late November 2019.
The second project I'm really excited about is Jericho. I'm currently starting on the final draft, yet I can't quite define which genre best describes it. It's fiction; somewhere between a coming of age, crime drama, and thriller. It's my first attempt at storytelling from a third person perspective which has proved to be quite a challenge! I think it's flowing quite well right now, and hope to have it in editing by the end of the year.
Jericho focuses on the Foster family, how the various events contribute to the title character's growth and development, and how even the best intentions parents have for their children can often go awry. There isn't any one specific person(s) that Jericho nor the Foster family are based on, but I did draw inspiration from many people who have come and gone in my own life. I also took bits and pieces of my own childhood and tossed them into the mix which makes the story relatable and familiar but original just the same.
"One particularly challenging afternoon as Jericho had worn on her absolute last nerve Julia did what most exasperated parents do and sent Jericho outside with strict instructions not to come back in until Hannah arrived home from school; then she pulled out her newest mystery novel before settling in to read and relax her nerves. She occasionally glanced over her book through the sliding door into the back yard and watched Jericho playing gleefully with his army of action figures.
“At least it’s quiet in here. Thank God for that.” She mumbled to herself before polishing off her third glass of wine and returning to her book.
Jericho entertained himself for quite a while in the warm California sun, pausing to dig in the dirt and rocks, and build forts for his action figures. Soon he grew bored with forts and dirt and decided that his action figures could fly.
“I’ll race you Crash Jordan. I can fly, higher than all the planes in the world!” Jericho yelled bringing life to a robot from a popular television show. “No way, Dinobot. That’s impossible! No one can fly faster than me!” He yelped animating the second figurine.
“Oh yeah? Let’s see! Here I go! WHOOSH!” Jericho yelled throwing Dinobot as far into the sky and desert as his small arm would allow him to before running to find him. “That was pretty good, Dinobot, but Crash Jordan can fly fasterer than that!”
Again Jericho threw one of his toys as high and as far as his small arm would allow him to chasing after it with reckless abandon. He continued his game until the heat of the sun began to wear on him.
“I thirsty, guys. Let’s go get some juice.” Jericho said scooping up his toys and turning around to head back into the house. Much to his surprise the house was nowhere to be seen as he turned around in a complete circle.
“Oh.” He muttered to himself as he clutched his toys a little tighter. “I must have flied them farther than I thought.”
He turned in a complete circle once again, before picking a direction and beginning to walk. Surely the house was just over the next small hill. He couldn’t have gone that far.
Back at the house Julia finished her novel, stretched and peered outside once again, fully expecting to see Jericho playing right where she left him in the back yard. When she didn’t immediately see him, she let out an exasperated sigh as she stood and made her way to the back yard. She opened the sliding door and surveyed the entire yard.
“Jericho? Jericho! Where are you?” Julia yelled, annoyed, as she shielded the hot summer sun from her eyes. “Jericho, this isn’t funny. Come inside. It’s getting hot out.”
When she was met with silence, she stepped out into the back yard and checked all of Jericho’s usual hiding spots. As she checked each one of the spots Jericho had been known to hide in with no results, suddenly panic began to rise in her throat.
“Jericho! Jericho William! Jericho this isn’t funny! Come out this instant!” She yelled desperately. “Oh my God, Jericho please!”
Now frantic, Julia ran next door to see if the neighbors had noticed Jericho wander off. She went door to door on the entire block to no avail.
“My baby boy! My baby is gone!” She wept, defeated, as she returned home to call Will and the police. “What have I done? My God, what have I done!?”
Her hands shook as she picked up the phone and dialed the number to Will’s office. It rang several times until Rebecca, his secretary, answered the phone. “Captain Foster’s office, how may I direct your call?”
“Rebecca, this is Julia. Is he able to take calls right now? It’s urgent. I… I’ve lost Jericho. He was playing outside. I looked up and he was there, the next moment he was gone.” Julia choked, trying to remain calm and control the emotion in her voice." -R. MacCeile
Look for Jericho Kindle and paperback versions Summer 2021.
Copyright R. MacCeile 2019
October 30, 2018
Local Indianapolis IN Book Signing Event!
I’m thrilled to announce for my Indianapolis Indiana audience my VERY FIRST promotional event for Candy Apple Butterscotch!
The wonderful people at Books&Brews South Indy location have agreed to host me as a local author during their open mic night on Thursday, November 15th from 7pm-11pm, where I’ll be talking about my book, what lead me through my writing journey and reading a few select passages. I’ll also be discussing more details about my upcoming Holiday Charity Fundraiser benefiting the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.
It’s exciting! Also: tomorrow is the day! My latest release Novelties: A Collection of Unfinished Short Stories will be available to purchase TOMORROW on Amazon!
For more information about all of these events please be sure to stop by my website at:
rebeccasbookshop.com
The wonderful people at Books&Brews South Indy location have agreed to host me as a local author during their open mic night on Thursday, November 15th from 7pm-11pm, where I’ll be talking about my book, what lead me through my writing journey and reading a few select passages. I’ll also be discussing more details about my upcoming Holiday Charity Fundraiser benefiting the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.
It’s exciting! Also: tomorrow is the day! My latest release Novelties: A Collection of Unfinished Short Stories will be available to purchase TOMORROW on Amazon!
For more information about all of these events please be sure to stop by my website at:
rebeccasbookshop.com
October 13, 2018
New Website!
Hello everyone! I’ve been working hard to coordinate my various social media outlets, because wow is it difficult to keep up with everything!
I think I’ve finally managed to accomplish my goal with a nice new website.
Please, stop by and check it out!
www.rebeccasbookshop.com
I think I’ve finally managed to accomplish my goal with a nice new website.
Please, stop by and check it out!
www.rebeccasbookshop.com
October 12, 2018
Holiday Charity Promotion
Hi everyone! I’m very excited to announce my participation in a charity drive benefiting the Americans Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP). Myself, and several other independent authors are getting the details ironed out as we speak.
Right now the basics are: from November 20- December 25th 100% of my profits from all sales of Candy Apple Butterscotch will go to the AFSP.
Those who’ve already read Candy Apple Butterscotch know why the AFSP is an organization close to my heart. Without giving away too many spoilers, we’ll just say I had a brush with suicide in my youth, and thankfully someone stepped in to intervene. I know exactly how it feels to be so lost and alone. If there is any way I can help others receive the support they need I’d love to do so. Won’t you join me?
More specific dates and details to follow! Stay tuned!
Right now the basics are: from November 20- December 25th 100% of my profits from all sales of Candy Apple Butterscotch will go to the AFSP.
Those who’ve already read Candy Apple Butterscotch know why the AFSP is an organization close to my heart. Without giving away too many spoilers, we’ll just say I had a brush with suicide in my youth, and thankfully someone stepped in to intervene. I know exactly how it feels to be so lost and alone. If there is any way I can help others receive the support they need I’d love to do so. Won’t you join me?
More specific dates and details to follow! Stay tuned!
September 10, 2018
Coming Soon!!
I’m so thrilled with the success of my first book and I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read it. Seriously, I never thought I would be where I am right now after charging into the independent publishing world, and I am so sincerely thankful to every one of my readers.
I’m also excited to announce the beginning of my next project! Alligators on the Roof: The Challenges of Parenting with Mental Illness. Very much like Candy Apple Butterscotch it will be a collection of personal learning experiences that I’ve encountered during my initial voyage into the realm of parenthood. I'm just starting to get everything I'll need together, but I'd like to have it in editing by next Fall if not sooner. It's easy to write something about what already happened in my life. It's a bit more difficult to write about things that are still happening lol. My kids are young. I have years left to experience... but I also feel like my current issues with school and toddlerhood are worthy to share now.
I'd like to find some guest authors, or contributors to add their take too. Maybe those with adult children who have experienced all phases of parenting with mental illness.... hmm... I'll have to ponder on it... Either way... here's a brief teaser of what's to come!
"They say it takes a village to raise a child, but what happens if your village is full of toxic ideas, philosophies and people? You strike out on your own left with the scars of your village often resulting in mental illness and become a ship lost at sea."
I’m also excited to announce the beginning of my next project! Alligators on the Roof: The Challenges of Parenting with Mental Illness. Very much like Candy Apple Butterscotch it will be a collection of personal learning experiences that I’ve encountered during my initial voyage into the realm of parenthood. I'm just starting to get everything I'll need together, but I'd like to have it in editing by next Fall if not sooner. It's easy to write something about what already happened in my life. It's a bit more difficult to write about things that are still happening lol. My kids are young. I have years left to experience... but I also feel like my current issues with school and toddlerhood are worthy to share now.
I'd like to find some guest authors, or contributors to add their take too. Maybe those with adult children who have experienced all phases of parenting with mental illness.... hmm... I'll have to ponder on it... Either way... here's a brief teaser of what's to come!
"They say it takes a village to raise a child, but what happens if your village is full of toxic ideas, philosophies and people? You strike out on your own left with the scars of your village often resulting in mental illness and become a ship lost at sea."
August 27, 2018
Free Book Promotion!!
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July 6, 2018
Blown Away
Oh my goodness! You guys have absolutely blown me away with the positive reviews and ratings so far. Having my work impact my readers in such a way was something I’d always hoped for, but never truly expected!
I honestly expected my book to go blissfully ignored and fade away into the oblivion of an ever growing self published catalogue. Lol. I’m honored by those who have taken the time to read my work and so thankful that my struggles and triumphs are having an inspirational impact.
Thank you!!! Thank you so much, Readers!!
I honestly expected my book to go blissfully ignored and fade away into the oblivion of an ever growing self published catalogue. Lol. I’m honored by those who have taken the time to read my work and so thankful that my struggles and triumphs are having an inspirational impact.
Thank you!!! Thank you so much, Readers!!
