R. Williams's Blog
April 11, 2024
Write. Read. Write. Repeat.
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Currently, I am working on my next novel. I believe I can finish it by the end of this year. Writing takes a lot of dedication. Plus, I have several more books I want to read. 📚📚📚
Currently, I am working on my next novel. I believe I can finish it by the end of this year. Writing takes a lot of dedication. Plus, I have several more books I want to read. 📚📚📚
March 24, 2024
Hello, Happy Readers,
Today is a great day. Rise, sparkle, and read.✨
Here is another excerpt from my novel, The Story Queen.
(Copyrighted Material)
Evie talked with a lisp. Her tiny hands nervously held the microphone close to the green checkered shirt, which covered her body like a robe.
“Uh, well, what did the big, hairy monster say right before bedtime?” Evie uttered the words, then stood back like a deer in headlights. There was this long, unnerving pause. After what felt like an eternity, she finally cleared her throat and began to speak again.
“Really people. Come on now.” Her voice reverberated with a bit of sarcasm as she looked around the room. Shockingly, that joke fell flatter than a pancake. Evie’s scratchy voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She looked like a squirrel in the midst of a deep, dark jungle. But, whatever the matter, Evie knew she had to continue.
To read more, please click here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CK3HKTM8
Thank you!
Here is another excerpt from my novel, The Story Queen.
(Copyrighted Material)
Evie talked with a lisp. Her tiny hands nervously held the microphone close to the green checkered shirt, which covered her body like a robe.
“Uh, well, what did the big, hairy monster say right before bedtime?” Evie uttered the words, then stood back like a deer in headlights. There was this long, unnerving pause. After what felt like an eternity, she finally cleared her throat and began to speak again.
“Really people. Come on now.” Her voice reverberated with a bit of sarcasm as she looked around the room. Shockingly, that joke fell flatter than a pancake. Evie’s scratchy voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She looked like a squirrel in the midst of a deep, dark jungle. But, whatever the matter, Evie knew she had to continue.
To read more, please click here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CK3HKTM8
Thank you!
March 12, 2024
It’s a beautiful day in my reading room.
Yes, I have my own reading room. It is an empty room in my house with a large window overlooking a pasture. This room is where I escape with fictional characters from other authors. Where do you like to read? Please leave a comment. Thank you, and have a beautiful day!
March 5, 2024
Hello, Everyone!
Today is a great day. Rise, sparkle, and read.✨
Here is an excerpt from my novel, The Story Queen.
(Copyrighted Material)
Evie’s big eyes looked around the room with a wild gaze. She seemed timid and out of place, but her mouth moved like a bell clapper.
“Oh, I can’t take your handkerchief, Ms. Phillips. It is too pretty. I just can’t.” Evie spoke the words with a frown. She then looked away while waiting for the awkward silence.
“My dear little Evie, but I, I want you to have it.” Ms. Phillips spoke politely. “I would be pleased if you would accept it.” The elderly lady pleaded in a sincere manner.
Eventually, Evie accepted the kind gift. She stuck it in her pocket, and it stayed there until Mom found it in the wash. The small white handkerchief was embroidered with orange lacing. The neat designs ran across the fabric like a racing horse darting across the English countryside. I loved the thing. It reminded me of my days at Ms. Phillips small but quaint home.
To read more, please click here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CK3HKTM8
Thank you.
Here is an excerpt from my novel, The Story Queen.
(Copyrighted Material)
Evie’s big eyes looked around the room with a wild gaze. She seemed timid and out of place, but her mouth moved like a bell clapper.
“Oh, I can’t take your handkerchief, Ms. Phillips. It is too pretty. I just can’t.” Evie spoke the words with a frown. She then looked away while waiting for the awkward silence.
“My dear little Evie, but I, I want you to have it.” Ms. Phillips spoke politely. “I would be pleased if you would accept it.” The elderly lady pleaded in a sincere manner.
Eventually, Evie accepted the kind gift. She stuck it in her pocket, and it stayed there until Mom found it in the wash. The small white handkerchief was embroidered with orange lacing. The neat designs ran across the fabric like a racing horse darting across the English countryside. I loved the thing. It reminded me of my days at Ms. Phillips small but quaint home.
To read more, please click here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CK3HKTM8
Thank you.
