Angelia Sparrow's Blog, page 37
December 6, 2012
Yuletide Youtube
December 6 is the Feast of St. Nicholas. He is the patron saint of the Varangian Guard, sailors, merchants, archers, thieves, children, pawnbrokers and students. He is also the patron of the cities of Aberdeen (where the Kirk of St. Nichols dates to 1157), Amsterdam, Barranquilla, Bari, Burgas, Beit Jala, Fribourg, Huguenots, Kozani, Liverpool, Paternopoli, Sassari, Siggiewi, and Lorraine.
Pic of the Day:
Because I'm right there.
Craft of the day:
Ribbon Candy Ornament
What You Need
Spray adhesive
Wide, medium, and narrow ribbon
Water-soluble marking pen
Long-eye beading needle
White embroidery floss
Eleven 10-mm-round pearls
How to Make It
1.Glue the medium-width ribbon to the center of the wide ribbon.
2.Trim the length to measure 16 1/2 inches.
3.Using the pen and a ruler, mark dots down the center of the ribbon at 1-1/2-inch intervals on both sides of the ribbon.
4.Thread the beading needle with an 18-inch length of embroidery floss.
5.Slip a pearl onto the floss.
6.Carefully remove the needle, and then rethread it with both ends of the floss. The ends of the floss should be even.
7.Push the needle from one side of the ribbon through the other side at the first mark (the first pearl is now at the bottom of the ornament); add a pearl.
8.Push the needle from the one side of the ribbon through to the other side at the second mark; add a pearl.
9.Continue until you have 11 pearls on the string.
10.To finish, secure the thread and attach a hanging ribbon.
Shopping link:
The Hunger Site Gift Shop
All purchases go to feeding the hungry, Many fair trade items by independent artisans in developing countries.
https://thehungersite.com/store/ths/site?origin=HS-BidOpt_GOOGLE_ADGROUP_HungerSiteStore
Pic of the Day:
Because I'm right there.
Craft of the day:
Ribbon Candy Ornament
What You Need
Spray adhesive
Wide, medium, and narrow ribbon
Water-soluble marking pen
Long-eye beading needle
White embroidery floss
Eleven 10-mm-round pearls
How to Make It
1.Glue the medium-width ribbon to the center of the wide ribbon.
2.Trim the length to measure 16 1/2 inches.
3.Using the pen and a ruler, mark dots down the center of the ribbon at 1-1/2-inch intervals on both sides of the ribbon.
4.Thread the beading needle with an 18-inch length of embroidery floss.
5.Slip a pearl onto the floss.
6.Carefully remove the needle, and then rethread it with both ends of the floss. The ends of the floss should be even.
7.Push the needle from one side of the ribbon through the other side at the first mark (the first pearl is now at the bottom of the ornament); add a pearl.
8.Push the needle from the one side of the ribbon through to the other side at the second mark; add a pearl.
9.Continue until you have 11 pearls on the string.
10.To finish, secure the thread and attach a hanging ribbon.
Shopping link:
The Hunger Site Gift Shop
All purchases go to feeding the hungry, Many fair trade items by independent artisans in developing countries.
https://thehungersite.com/store/ths/site?origin=HS-BidOpt_GOOGLE_ADGROUP_HungerSiteStore
December 5, 2012
Yuletide Youtube
Yuletide Youtube, because this one is awesome. It's not just Annie and her outfit and the boots. It's the hurdy gurdy, the laughing drummer, the whole early 1900s feel of it. And of course horned Santa.
Pic of the Day:
Since we seem to be on a Horned God theme, let me refer you to SJ Tucker, Sooj, AKA Skinny White Chick. Independent pagan musician who makes her living doing this. "Hymne to Herne" is a fave rave.
http://skinnywhitechick.com/
Pic of the Day:
Since we seem to be on a Horned God theme, let me refer you to SJ Tucker, Sooj, AKA Skinny White Chick. Independent pagan musician who makes her living doing this. "Hymne to Herne" is a fave rave.
http://skinnywhitechick.com/
December 4, 2012
Yuletide goodies
Yuletide Youtube:
Pic and craft of the Day:
Samantha Parisi is very talented.
Shopping Link:
Beauty Watcher is a sculptor who makes lovely ornaments.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/beautywatcher
Pic and craft of the Day:
Samantha Parisi is very talented.
Shopping Link:
Beauty Watcher is a sculptor who makes lovely ornaments.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/beautywatcher
December 3, 2012
Yuletide Youtube
Yuletide Youtube
Pic of the day, a bit rude, because that's how I feel:
Craft/Recipe of the Day:
Grandma Fantz's Nighty-Nite cookies
2 egg whites, at room temperature
1 pinch of salt
2/3 c. sugar
1 c. chocolate chips
1 c. chopped nuts
Beat egg whites with pinch of salt until foamy. Add sugar and beat until stiff. Fold in chocolate chips and nuts. Drop by teaspoon on ungreased foil covered cookie sheets. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Put cookies in and TURN OVEN OFF. Do not open oven for 9 to 10 hours. Makes 2 dozen.
Shopping link:
http://www.kiernankelly.com/index.html
Kiernan Kelly consistantly writes some of the best same sex romance in the biz.
Pic of the day, a bit rude, because that's how I feel:
Craft/Recipe of the Day:
Grandma Fantz's Nighty-Nite cookies
2 egg whites, at room temperature
1 pinch of salt
2/3 c. sugar
1 c. chocolate chips
1 c. chopped nuts
Beat egg whites with pinch of salt until foamy. Add sugar and beat until stiff. Fold in chocolate chips and nuts. Drop by teaspoon on ungreased foil covered cookie sheets. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Put cookies in and TURN OVEN OFF. Do not open oven for 9 to 10 hours. Makes 2 dozen.
Shopping link:
http://www.kiernankelly.com/index.html
Kiernan Kelly consistantly writes some of the best same sex romance in the biz.
December 2, 2012
Yuletide Youtube
Yuletide Youtube:
Pic and craft of the Day:
Shopping:
The Den of Debauchery's Gift Shoppe had a bunch of new items added last night.
Kitchen towels and tarot readings. Hairbows and baby afghans. Scarves and gloves. Come and see.
Pic and craft of the Day:
Shopping:
The Den of Debauchery's Gift Shoppe had a bunch of new items added last night.
Kitchen towels and tarot readings. Hairbows and baby afghans. Scarves and gloves. Come and see.
December 1, 2012
Yuletide Youtube 3: Return of the Youtube!
Throughout December, I will be posting fun stuff.
Every day you can count on a song, a picture, a craft idea or recipe and a shopping link
Your Yuletide Youtube:
Your Image of the Day and Craft Idea all in one!:
Your shopping link of the day:
The Literary Underworld. http://literaryunderworld.com/
A small press author consortium, we have something for most readers.
Someone likes superheroes? Frank Fradella's book Swan Song is half off
For the horror fan, we have Stoker Winner John Everson, Darrell Winner Elizabeth Donald, The Sinister Minister Maurice Broaddus, Wrath James White, and yours truly,
For the music lover, we have Mark Kaiser & Jessica Haines in CD or mp3
Kids? No problem. We carry Jackie Gamer's YA dragon series, and other fantasy novels.
Short stories, paranormal erotica, comics, and steampunk. We have it.
We even have Nick Mamatas' Starve Better for the writer on your list.
Every day you can count on a song, a picture, a craft idea or recipe and a shopping link
Your Yuletide Youtube:
Your Image of the Day and Craft Idea all in one!:
Your shopping link of the day:
The Literary Underworld. http://literaryunderworld.com/
A small press author consortium, we have something for most readers.
Someone likes superheroes? Frank Fradella's book Swan Song is half off
For the horror fan, we have Stoker Winner John Everson, Darrell Winner Elizabeth Donald, The Sinister Minister Maurice Broaddus, Wrath James White, and yours truly,
For the music lover, we have Mark Kaiser & Jessica Haines in CD or mp3
Kids? No problem. We carry Jackie Gamer's YA dragon series, and other fantasy novels.
Short stories, paranormal erotica, comics, and steampunk. We have it.
We even have Nick Mamatas' Starve Better for the writer on your list.
November 30, 2012
NaNoWriMo
I did it!
50232, and verified!
Surprisingly, although I've been doing this for 11 years, this is only my 5th win.
Most of it was on a serial we're submitting to Storm Moon soon.
For your entertainment, have a brief scene:
“Engel, your lawyer is here.”
Jason looked up from where he sat on the bunk of the cell. He'd been expecting the public defender for a while now. He couldn't afford a real lawyer of his own.
The guard shackled Jason and ushered him into the privacy room. He sat down at the table and waited some more. His life had been nothing but waiting for the past few weeks.
The door opened again and two women came in. The lawyer was a freaking amazon, well over six feet tall, and the heels made her even taller. All of that blue-black hair piled in a bun on top of her head looked like it was scraping the door frame. The severe brown suit she wore made her look stern, and the emerald green blouse matched her earrings and shoes. She set her briefcase on the table and glared at him with dark brown eyes with just a hint of almond shape
The woman in her wake was not quite as imposing, coming only to the amazon's shoulder, with her red hair caught into a braid. Her black slacks and sapphire blouse didn't intimidate like the suit, nor did the heels on her ankle boots give her any advantage of height. She settled in a chair right beside the lawyer, her cute little pixie face scrunched in concentration as she opened her briefcase.
Just his luck. He was being sent away to the all-boys camp forever, and the last thing he'd see were these two hot cock-teases. He squelched that thought real fast. Say shit like that and the high and mighty corpora-bitch would make sure he went away forever.
The redhead cocked an eyebrow at him like she could hear what he was thinking. Remembering specials and movies about mind-reading aliens, he started humming a stupid song in his head. She hid a chuckle in her paperwork.
The lawyer cleared her throat. “Jason Manfred Engel.”
He winced at his full name and silently cursed his family for having such an obnoxious legacy of a middle name. Why couldn't it have been something like John or Dennis?
She didn't seem to notice and went on. “You seem to be in a bit of a bind, young man. Why don't you give me your side of things? Right now, there seems to be a bit of a mob ready to hang you in the town square and four friends I would not spit on if they were afire.”
“We were hanging out one night, you know how it is. Nothing to do, nobody's gotta work the next day. I'd just got my baby up and running sweet, so I asked if anyone wanted to go on a beer run. We were getting low. Everybody came along, and I ran us down to the local quick-stop. My girl was making a rattle I didn't like so I stayed in the car to listen and figure it out while they went in for beer and cigs.” He took a breath. Here was where it all went straight to hell. “Next thing I know, there's gun shots and my friends are tearing across the lot like their heads're on fire and their asses are catching. They're yelling for me to drive. I don't know what the hell is going on, but they have the beer and they pile in so we peel out.” He covered his face. The next part was awful. “I never even saw her step off the curb. I felt us hit something and I felt it under the tires, but I thought it was just a dog or something. Everyone was shouting and pounding me and there were sirens and I just kept driving, foot to the floor.”
He took a drink of the water on the table. “The cops stopped us about ten miles out. I blew a point-one. And I haven't been outside of this cell since. I'm going to prison forever, ain't I?” He asked it matter-of-factly, hoping for an equally matter-of-fact answer.
“You fail to grasp the gravity of your situation, Mr. Engel. Your so-called friends are claiming you orchestrated the entire robbery, including giving orders to kill the Pakistani store owner and his family as part of a hate crime, and any customers to cover your tracks. That it was the owner's mother you ran over does not help the case! The fine state of Alabama has decided they will not be paying your room and board for the next sixty years. Not when an IV and a shot are so much cheaper and more effective.” She steepled her fingers and leaned on the table. “Unless, of course, you choose to ride the lightening.”
Jason slumped in the chair, feeling as if granddaddy's prize bull had just stepped on his chest. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The situation was just too much. The needle. He was going to get killed over a damned beer run.
She went on, inexorably. He'd heard the word, but never really knew what it meant. It felt like some giant boulder rolling after him, inevitable, intense and inescapable. She was rolling all over him with her words, leaving him too flat to speak.
“Have you ever seen someone electrocuted, Mr. Engel? No, of course you haven't. It starts hard and fast and they arch, wetting themselves. The smell of cooking pork hangs in the air where their wrists, ankles and scalp fry. The heart muscles spasm and you die from lack of blood to the brain. This can take several minutes for complete death to set in.”
Jason stared, his mouth hanging open. He finally got the air to gasp out, “I just drove a beer run. I don't wanna die.”
The redhead laid a hand on her boss' arm. “Maria, I think he grasps. And I am losing my grasp on my lunch.” She turned to Jason. Her voice was soft and sweet, after the hard words of her superior. She reached over and took his hand. “There is an alternative to all of this, Mr. Engel. Jason, may I call you Jason?”
He nodded. She could call him anything she wanted if she would just make sure he didn't die over two lousy cases of beer and a carton of cigarettes.
“We've been over your school records, and you employment history, and your trade school application. We find your abilities to be most remarkable.” She smiled. “And I've seen the car. She's a beauty. It's a shame she's going to be sold on auction or crushed to a cube. We'd like to put your skills to a more noble and far-reaching cause than you can possibly imagine. In return, there is a handsome paycheck, and we can make all of this go away...like the bad dream you so desperately hope it is.” Her smile widened. “We should even be able to get your car back.”
“I don't know anything about noble causes. I just don't want to die. Money and my car are just gravy.”
“Mr. Engel, we all die. It's simply a matter of when and how. And for what.” She let go of his hand and took papers out of her briefcase. He took them as she slid them across the table to him.
Near as he could read it, the contract said he was in the employ of Blackhall Security Consulting Corporation, answerable to Kathleen Gallagher and Edward Corelli. The contract could be extended past the year by mutual agreement. After the year, the contract would be considered fulfilled, and he would be relocated to any city of his choosing, with a new identity and any schooling or employment he wished.
He looked up from the dream deal in his hands and asked, “So, what's the catch?”
“You can never return home. You will never again have any contact with friends or loved ones. You can never tell your new friends what has happened. This is a new start in every sense of the word.”
“My folks are dead and I'm an only child. And every friend I thought I had just made me out to be the Grand Dragon to save his own hide.” Jason picked up the pen. “I'm in.” He scrawled a semi-legible signature at the bottom of the contract.
Maria stood up. “Very good. I'll arrange your release at once.”
“Thanks. I'd see you to the door, but...” He rattled the shackles that held him to the chair.
The smile that crossed the amazon's face made something deep inside Jason squeak in fear. He hoped the meep didn't come out of his mouth. The redhead's smile told him it might have, always assuming she didn't read minds like every other redhead he'd known. Every damn one of them was a witch.
She stuck her hand across the table. “By the way, we weren't properly introduced. I'm Kathleen Gallagher, your new boss.” She pulled herself across the table to whisper in his ear, “And it's only cock-teasing if there is no delivery.”
Jason stared as she bundled the papers into her briefcase and marched out the door behind her boss.
50232, and verified!
Surprisingly, although I've been doing this for 11 years, this is only my 5th win.
Most of it was on a serial we're submitting to Storm Moon soon.
For your entertainment, have a brief scene:
“Engel, your lawyer is here.”
Jason looked up from where he sat on the bunk of the cell. He'd been expecting the public defender for a while now. He couldn't afford a real lawyer of his own.
The guard shackled Jason and ushered him into the privacy room. He sat down at the table and waited some more. His life had been nothing but waiting for the past few weeks.
The door opened again and two women came in. The lawyer was a freaking amazon, well over six feet tall, and the heels made her even taller. All of that blue-black hair piled in a bun on top of her head looked like it was scraping the door frame. The severe brown suit she wore made her look stern, and the emerald green blouse matched her earrings and shoes. She set her briefcase on the table and glared at him with dark brown eyes with just a hint of almond shape
The woman in her wake was not quite as imposing, coming only to the amazon's shoulder, with her red hair caught into a braid. Her black slacks and sapphire blouse didn't intimidate like the suit, nor did the heels on her ankle boots give her any advantage of height. She settled in a chair right beside the lawyer, her cute little pixie face scrunched in concentration as she opened her briefcase.
Just his luck. He was being sent away to the all-boys camp forever, and the last thing he'd see were these two hot cock-teases. He squelched that thought real fast. Say shit like that and the high and mighty corpora-bitch would make sure he went away forever.
The redhead cocked an eyebrow at him like she could hear what he was thinking. Remembering specials and movies about mind-reading aliens, he started humming a stupid song in his head. She hid a chuckle in her paperwork.
The lawyer cleared her throat. “Jason Manfred Engel.”
He winced at his full name and silently cursed his family for having such an obnoxious legacy of a middle name. Why couldn't it have been something like John or Dennis?
She didn't seem to notice and went on. “You seem to be in a bit of a bind, young man. Why don't you give me your side of things? Right now, there seems to be a bit of a mob ready to hang you in the town square and four friends I would not spit on if they were afire.”
“We were hanging out one night, you know how it is. Nothing to do, nobody's gotta work the next day. I'd just got my baby up and running sweet, so I asked if anyone wanted to go on a beer run. We were getting low. Everybody came along, and I ran us down to the local quick-stop. My girl was making a rattle I didn't like so I stayed in the car to listen and figure it out while they went in for beer and cigs.” He took a breath. Here was where it all went straight to hell. “Next thing I know, there's gun shots and my friends are tearing across the lot like their heads're on fire and their asses are catching. They're yelling for me to drive. I don't know what the hell is going on, but they have the beer and they pile in so we peel out.” He covered his face. The next part was awful. “I never even saw her step off the curb. I felt us hit something and I felt it under the tires, but I thought it was just a dog or something. Everyone was shouting and pounding me and there were sirens and I just kept driving, foot to the floor.”
He took a drink of the water on the table. “The cops stopped us about ten miles out. I blew a point-one. And I haven't been outside of this cell since. I'm going to prison forever, ain't I?” He asked it matter-of-factly, hoping for an equally matter-of-fact answer.
“You fail to grasp the gravity of your situation, Mr. Engel. Your so-called friends are claiming you orchestrated the entire robbery, including giving orders to kill the Pakistani store owner and his family as part of a hate crime, and any customers to cover your tracks. That it was the owner's mother you ran over does not help the case! The fine state of Alabama has decided they will not be paying your room and board for the next sixty years. Not when an IV and a shot are so much cheaper and more effective.” She steepled her fingers and leaned on the table. “Unless, of course, you choose to ride the lightening.”
Jason slumped in the chair, feeling as if granddaddy's prize bull had just stepped on his chest. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. The situation was just too much. The needle. He was going to get killed over a damned beer run.
She went on, inexorably. He'd heard the word, but never really knew what it meant. It felt like some giant boulder rolling after him, inevitable, intense and inescapable. She was rolling all over him with her words, leaving him too flat to speak.
“Have you ever seen someone electrocuted, Mr. Engel? No, of course you haven't. It starts hard and fast and they arch, wetting themselves. The smell of cooking pork hangs in the air where their wrists, ankles and scalp fry. The heart muscles spasm and you die from lack of blood to the brain. This can take several minutes for complete death to set in.”
Jason stared, his mouth hanging open. He finally got the air to gasp out, “I just drove a beer run. I don't wanna die.”
The redhead laid a hand on her boss' arm. “Maria, I think he grasps. And I am losing my grasp on my lunch.” She turned to Jason. Her voice was soft and sweet, after the hard words of her superior. She reached over and took his hand. “There is an alternative to all of this, Mr. Engel. Jason, may I call you Jason?”
He nodded. She could call him anything she wanted if she would just make sure he didn't die over two lousy cases of beer and a carton of cigarettes.
“We've been over your school records, and you employment history, and your trade school application. We find your abilities to be most remarkable.” She smiled. “And I've seen the car. She's a beauty. It's a shame she's going to be sold on auction or crushed to a cube. We'd like to put your skills to a more noble and far-reaching cause than you can possibly imagine. In return, there is a handsome paycheck, and we can make all of this go away...like the bad dream you so desperately hope it is.” Her smile widened. “We should even be able to get your car back.”
“I don't know anything about noble causes. I just don't want to die. Money and my car are just gravy.”
“Mr. Engel, we all die. It's simply a matter of when and how. And for what.” She let go of his hand and took papers out of her briefcase. He took them as she slid them across the table to him.
Near as he could read it, the contract said he was in the employ of Blackhall Security Consulting Corporation, answerable to Kathleen Gallagher and Edward Corelli. The contract could be extended past the year by mutual agreement. After the year, the contract would be considered fulfilled, and he would be relocated to any city of his choosing, with a new identity and any schooling or employment he wished.
He looked up from the dream deal in his hands and asked, “So, what's the catch?”
“You can never return home. You will never again have any contact with friends or loved ones. You can never tell your new friends what has happened. This is a new start in every sense of the word.”
“My folks are dead and I'm an only child. And every friend I thought I had just made me out to be the Grand Dragon to save his own hide.” Jason picked up the pen. “I'm in.” He scrawled a semi-legible signature at the bottom of the contract.
Maria stood up. “Very good. I'll arrange your release at once.”
“Thanks. I'd see you to the door, but...” He rattled the shackles that held him to the chair.
The smile that crossed the amazon's face made something deep inside Jason squeak in fear. He hoped the meep didn't come out of his mouth. The redhead's smile told him it might have, always assuming she didn't read minds like every other redhead he'd known. Every damn one of them was a witch.
She stuck her hand across the table. “By the way, we weren't properly introduced. I'm Kathleen Gallagher, your new boss.” She pulled herself across the table to whisper in his ear, “And it's only cock-teasing if there is no delivery.”
Jason stared as she bundled the papers into her briefcase and marched out the door behind her boss.
November 26, 2012
The Winterfaire is open!
http://valarltd.livejournal.com/1683347.html
Where you can comment with the good stuff you make or are looking to buy.
Sorry, this isn't a crosspost, but keeping up with one is plenty.
Where you can comment with the good stuff you make or are looking to buy.
Sorry, this isn't a crosspost, but keeping up with one is plenty.
November 23, 2012
Sales sales sales
Pink Petal Books has a discount:
Customers can use code "smallbizthanks" to get 10% off their order,
including already discounted releases. The coupon is good through the end of
the month.
http://pinkpetalbooks.com/
I have Sky-Rat, Showdown at Yellowstone River, and Shell-Shocked
Literary Underworld Through 11:59 PM central time Mon Nov 26
Free shipping on orders over $25!
Free Music download with every purchase!
Free ebooks!
Discounted titles from many authors and small presses!
(all my titles are 15% off!)
http://literaryunderworld.com/
(lots of my books here!)
Friday Only:
Storm Moon Press novellas, novels, and anthologies are all 15% off over at All Romance Ebooks! ONE DAY ONLY! Enjoy Black Friday with this great sale! :)
SALE! - Storm Moon Press is having a sale now through Cyber Monday! Head to our official website: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/ for 25% off all novellas, novels, and anthologies + double reader reward points on all e-books! Help us welcome the holiday season!
You can get my Power in the Blood, or Songs for Guitar and French Harp, or Carved in Flesh or Like it or Not Or Wild Passions
At the Den of Debauchery's Gift Shoppe, you can use the code Holiday2012 to get 15% off your order.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/valarltd
Now's the time to do your Holiday shopping.
And it's not on sale, but my Mudd has a coffee mug available:
http://www.cafepress.com/mudd0359
For telling veryone how you feel in the morning.
Customers can use code "smallbizthanks" to get 10% off their order,
including already discounted releases. The coupon is good through the end of
the month.
http://pinkpetalbooks.com/
I have Sky-Rat, Showdown at Yellowstone River, and Shell-Shocked
Literary Underworld Through 11:59 PM central time Mon Nov 26
Free shipping on orders over $25!
Free Music download with every purchase!
Free ebooks!
Discounted titles from many authors and small presses!
(all my titles are 15% off!)
http://literaryunderworld.com/
(lots of my books here!)
Friday Only:
Storm Moon Press novellas, novels, and anthologies are all 15% off over at All Romance Ebooks! ONE DAY ONLY! Enjoy Black Friday with this great sale! :)
SALE! - Storm Moon Press is having a sale now through Cyber Monday! Head to our official website: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/ for 25% off all novellas, novels, and anthologies + double reader reward points on all e-books! Help us welcome the holiday season!
You can get my Power in the Blood, or Songs for Guitar and French Harp, or Carved in Flesh or Like it or Not Or Wild Passions
At the Den of Debauchery's Gift Shoppe, you can use the code Holiday2012 to get 15% off your order.
http://www.etsy.com/shop/valarltd
Now's the time to do your Holiday shopping.
And it's not on sale, but my Mudd has a coffee mug available:
http://www.cafepress.com/mudd0359
For telling veryone how you feel in the morning.
Elisa's having a treasure hunt
Originally posted by at My blog's 6th anniversary and Rainbow Awards pre-party 
So another year is gone, and my Journal is now 6 years old :-) Since end of November is also really near the time when the Rainbow Awards will wrap up nicely (on December 8th) this year I want to have a joint party! So I asked to many of the authors in this year contest to be generous and donate a book or two... and the answer was overwhelming: 243 among print and ebooks!
But this time you have to "earn" your prize and so there is a "little" treasure hunt: nothing complicated but you need to complete a chain made of Title-Word-Definition-Cover-Number. How? I will try to explain LOL
We have 243 book titles, you can find them here: The Books: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1805679.html (mirrored here if you don't have a LJ account to comment and you are not friend on LJ: http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/3359348.html) from each title I extracted a word, but be careful, same word can match more titles, BUT there is an unique matching (example, if I have two titles, Love Story and Story of Me, "story" match both titles, but probably, from the first title I took "Love" and from the second I took "Story". Your job to discover the right matching ;-)).
You can find the words here: The Words: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1805826.html (mirrored here if you don't have a LJ account to comment and you are not friend on LJ: http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/3359509.html) to each word corresponds a definition.
The definition refers to single word (even if the word is plural) or not conjugated verb (even if the word is a conjugated verb). You can find the definitions here: The Definitions: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1806109.html (mirrored here if you don't have a LJ account to comment and you are not friend on LJ: http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/3359969.html)
Once you have the matching Book-Word-Definition, you need to go and search for the Cover here: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.446587205375367.103212.100000722741394&type=1&l=1a717d4880 (if you don't have a Facebook account, you can try and find the Cover browsing this tag: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/tag/rainbow%20awards%202012 but you have to scroll down a lot of entries ;-)) view the right cover, on the comment section there is a comment by me (Elisa Reviews) with a link to a post on LJ (Rainbow Awards: Current Submissions). Open the link and see what number was assigned to that book in that post.
Comment on THIS post (not on THAT post with the Current Submissions), sending me: Book Title-Word-Definition-Number. You can pick one book per day, if tomorrow there will be still available book, I will assign them. So you can send me more matching but first in-first out, you will win the first right matching still available book. http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1806591.html
Exception, for the Book marked as New (
) there is no Cover/Number, so once you have the matching Book Title-Word-Definition, you can leave the comment. And now, lets the party start! Enjoy and good luck with your hunt!
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So another year is gone, and my Journal is now 6 years old :-) Since end of November is also really near the time when the Rainbow Awards will wrap up nicely (on December 8th) this year I want to have a joint party! So I asked to many of the authors in this year contest to be generous and donate a book or two... and the answer was overwhelming: 243 among print and ebooks! But this time you have to "earn" your prize and so there is a "little" treasure hunt: nothing complicated but you need to complete a chain made of Title-Word-Definition-Cover-Number. How? I will try to explain LOL
We have 243 book titles, you can find them here: The Books: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1805679.html (mirrored here if you don't have a LJ account to comment and you are not friend on LJ: http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/3359348.html) from each title I extracted a word, but be careful, same word can match more titles, BUT there is an unique matching (example, if I have two titles, Love Story and Story of Me, "story" match both titles, but probably, from the first title I took "Love" and from the second I took "Story". Your job to discover the right matching ;-)).
You can find the words here: The Words: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1805826.html (mirrored here if you don't have a LJ account to comment and you are not friend on LJ: http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/3359509.html) to each word corresponds a definition.
The definition refers to single word (even if the word is plural) or not conjugated verb (even if the word is a conjugated verb). You can find the definitions here: The Definitions: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1806109.html (mirrored here if you don't have a LJ account to comment and you are not friend on LJ: http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/3359969.html)
Once you have the matching Book-Word-Definition, you need to go and search for the Cover here: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.446587205375367.103212.100000722741394&type=1&l=1a717d4880 (if you don't have a Facebook account, you can try and find the Cover browsing this tag: http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/tag/rainbow%20awards%202012 but you have to scroll down a lot of entries ;-)) view the right cover, on the comment section there is a comment by me (Elisa Reviews) with a link to a post on LJ (Rainbow Awards: Current Submissions). Open the link and see what number was assigned to that book in that post.
Comment on THIS post (not on THAT post with the Current Submissions), sending me: Book Title-Word-Definition-Number. You can pick one book per day, if tomorrow there will be still available book, I will assign them. So you can send me more matching but first in-first out, you will win the first right matching still available book. http://elisa-rolle.livejournal.com/1806591.html
Exception, for the Book marked as New (
) there is no Cover/Number, so once you have the matching Book Title-Word-Definition, you can leave the comment. And now, lets the party start! Enjoy and good luck with your hunt! The Livejournal is friends only. This entry was originally posted at http://reviews-and-ramblings.dreamwidth.org/3360138.html. If you are not friends on the live-journal, Please comment there using OpenID.
