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January 7, 2019
On the threshold of where I grew up
About a year ago I sifted through the contents of my suitcase, and was just about to discard a letter, which my father had written to me some time ago. Almost by accident my eye caught the line, I have no one to blame for all this but myself, which I had never noticed before, because it was written in an odd way, as if it were a secret code, almost: upside down, in the bottom margin of the page, with barely a space to allow any breathing. The words left some impression in my memory. I almost wished he were next to me, so I could not only listen to him, but also record his voice saying that. I imagined him back home, leaning over his desk, scrawling each letter with the finest of his pens with great care, as if focusing through a thick magnifying glass. The writing was truly minute, as if he had hated giving away even the slightest hint to a riddle I should have been able to solve on my own. I detested him for that. And so, thinking him unable to open his heart to me, I could never bring myself to write back. In hindsight, that may have been a mistake. Even so, I am only too happy to agree with him: the blame for what happened in our family is his. Entirely his. If not for his actions ten years ago, I would never have run away to Firenze, to Rome, to Tel Aviv. And if not for his actions a couple of weeks ago, this frantic call for me to come back and see him would never have been made. And so I find myself standing here, on the threshold of where I grew up, feeling utterly awkward. I knock, and a stranger opens the door. The first thing that comes to mind: what is she doing here? The second thing: she is young, much too young for him. The third: her hair. Red.
Ben in Apart From Love
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So much more could be said about the manner in which the author brings understanding to the hierarchies of relationships, but that would be robbing the reader of the joy of discoveries that Poznanasky accomplishes in this profound novel.
-Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer
Kiss & Kill: everything from Romance to Suspense
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Uvi Poznansky Virtually LaceApart from War The Edge of Revolt Apart from Love Aaron Paul Lazar Murder on Brewster Flats Betrayal Jacquie Biggar Tempted by Mr. Wrong A Rebel’s Redemption Tidal Falls Hold ‘Em Judith Lucci Chaos The Imposter Viral Intent
Angelica Kate A Soldier’s Promise Loving Abby Discord
Linnea Tanner Apollo’s Raven Dagger’s Destiny James DiBenedetto
A Reel Christmas in Romance Betty & Howard’s Excellent Adventure Finder’s Keepers Dream Doctor Casi McClean Between the Shadows Beneath the Lake Beyond the Mist
Stephanie Queen Let it Snow The Hotshots S.R. Mallery Genteel Secrets Tales to Count On R.M Alexander The Right One Matter of Choice Dark Crossings Veil of Secrecy CeeCee James Mind Your Manors Cherry Pie or Die Janna Yeshanova Love Is Never Past Tense
John W. Wood White Crow With Deadly Purpose
My author friends have joined forces with meTo bring you amazing stories narrated by great voice actorsJust in time for Valentine’s Day. Come listen to these audiobooks You may win one of them!
Uvi Poznansky Virtually LaceApart from War The Edge of Revolt Apart from Love Aaron Paul Lazar Murder on Brewster Flats Betrayal Jacquie Biggar Tempted by Mr. Wrong A Rebel’s Redemption Tidal Falls Hold ‘Em Judith Lucci Chaos The Imposter Viral Intent
Angelica Kate A Soldier’s Promise Loving Abby Discord
Linnea Tanner Apollo’s Raven Dagger’s Destiny James DiBenedetto
A Reel Christmas in Romance Betty & Howard’s Excellent Adventure Finder’s Keepers Dream Doctor Casi McClean Between the Shadows Beneath the Lake Beyond the Mist
Stephanie Queen Let it Snow The Hotshots S.R. Mallery Genteel Secrets Tales to Count On R.M Alexander The Right One Matter of Choice Dark Crossings Veil of Secrecy CeeCee James Mind Your Manors Cherry Pie or Die Janna Yeshanova Love Is Never Past Tense
John W. Wood White Crow With Deadly Purpose
January 6, 2019
I wished I could find my way back into that circle
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The sun scorched overhead, beating upon the steep, rocky slopes. I hesitated. I looked back. The peaks of the tents had shrunk away. A short time later, they disappeared completely from view. The notion of asking my brother—no, begging him—to forgive me, crossed my mind. I thought of retracing my footprints and perhaps, finding my way back home, only to realize, by nightfall, that those footprints had led me astray. I must have been walking around in circles that entire day, which made me feel helpless. I thought that in the future, if I was lucky enough to have one, I could never become more helpless than this. How wrong was I then! Now I laid down under some wilted bushes, using a rock for a pillow. So miserably disgraced, so alone was I, that I wished to bury myself right there in the sand. A great blackness yawned upon me. It was like no other night sky I had ever seen before. Back home, I remembered, it would be lit up by the campfire, around which the family would gather for the evening meal. The faces of the young girls, sitting with their skirts spread on the woven mat, would blush. You could see their cheeks flaming as they giggled, hinting at the shepherds, who would rise up then, stand in a loop and play their flutes, made out of reeds, or strum their stringed instruments, made out of sheep sinews. The blaze of the fire would be mirrored in my father’s eyes, and looking at him, you could barely believe he was going blind. His rich voice would lead us in songs, which turned, gradually, into wordless melodies, as the wine cask was passed from one hand to another, making its way several times around the fire.At bedtime you could spot, through the canvas of your tent, the glitter of my mother’s candlelight. Her soft, charming voice would bid goodnight to you, goodnight to all. Then, from the maidservant’s quarters, you could hear the gurgle of a baby, falling asleep on his mother’s breast. And later, the whispers of love making from one tent, then another, followed by peaceful rhythms of breathing. All around you, men and women stirring, from time to time, in their sleep. The glow of this memory was as tempting and as fanciful as delusion. I ached for warmth, and wished I could leap, somehow, over time and distance, and find my way back into that circle. I wished I could sit there by the fire pit, and stretch out my hands, even blacken them by touching the dying embers. Now in this place, the moonless sky was completely devoid of light, and for the first time in my life I was forced to listen, really listen, to the desert.
Here was the void. The silence of God.
Jacob in A Favorite Son
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She opens the old story to be instead a lively psychological study of family and of greed and longing for paternal love and more. It works spectacularly well." - Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer
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The sun scorched overhead, beating upon the steep, rocky slopes. I hesitated. I looked back. The peaks of the tents had shrunk away. A short time later, they disappeared completely from view. The notion of asking my brother—no, begging him—to forgive me, crossed my mind. I thought of retracing my footprints and perhaps, finding my way back home, only to realize, by nightfall, that those footprints had led me astray. I must have been walking around in circles that entire day, which made me feel helpless. I thought that in the future, if I was lucky enough to have one, I could never become more helpless than this. How wrong was I then! Now I laid down under some wilted bushes, using a rock for a pillow. So miserably disgraced, so alone was I, that I wished to bury myself right there in the sand. A great blackness yawned upon me. It was like no other night sky I had ever seen before. Back home, I remembered, it would be lit up by the campfire, around which the family would gather for the evening meal. The faces of the young girls, sitting with their skirts spread on the woven mat, would blush. You could see their cheeks flaming as they giggled, hinting at the shepherds, who would rise up then, stand in a loop and play their flutes, made out of reeds, or strum their stringed instruments, made out of sheep sinews. The blaze of the fire would be mirrored in my father’s eyes, and looking at him, you could barely believe he was going blind. His rich voice would lead us in songs, which turned, gradually, into wordless melodies, as the wine cask was passed from one hand to another, making its way several times around the fire.At bedtime you could spot, through the canvas of your tent, the glitter of my mother’s candlelight. Her soft, charming voice would bid goodnight to you, goodnight to all. Then, from the maidservant’s quarters, you could hear the gurgle of a baby, falling asleep on his mother’s breast. And later, the whispers of love making from one tent, then another, followed by peaceful rhythms of breathing. All around you, men and women stirring, from time to time, in their sleep. The glow of this memory was as tempting and as fanciful as delusion. I ached for warmth, and wished I could leap, somehow, over time and distance, and find my way back into that circle. I wished I could sit there by the fire pit, and stretch out my hands, even blacken them by touching the dying embers. Now in this place, the moonless sky was completely devoid of light, and for the first time in my life I was forced to listen, really listen, to the desert.
Here was the void. The silence of God.
Jacob in A Favorite Son
★ Love literary fiction? Treat yourself to a gift ★A Favorite SonAudible: US ★ UK ★ FR ★ DEAudiobook: Amazon US ★ Amazon UK ★ iTunesPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
She opens the old story to be instead a lively psychological study of family and of greed and longing for paternal love and more. It works spectacularly well." - Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer
January 4, 2019
Trouble, that’s my middle name
So later, while sticking the key in the door, I turned to him and said, “Trouble, that’s my middle name,” which was a line I used sometimes, ‘cause it sounded so clever. “No, really?” he said. To which I replied by asking, “What, you think it’s a crime? Like, kissing me, I mean?” And he said, “It’s just... I do not want to start something which can lead nowhere, really.”What could I say to that, except, “There’s no one home. Stay a minute. Is that a crime, too?” I handed him an old record, something slow from the sixties, which years ago used to bring tears to ma’s eyes, because—in spite of looking so tough—she still had a soft spot somewhere in her, even if most of the time you can’t find it. She used to play it often—but now not so much no more. So I thought he might like it. Lenny put it on the record player, so in a second the mood was better, even though the thing squeaked from time to time. He turned to me the minute I untied my pony tail, and told me I reminded him of a girl he used to know, and would I like to dance. I stepped out of my shoes and into his arms, and before he could say anything I slipped out of my dress, too. I thought I looked, like, a little too slender in my panties, so I told him to close his eyes—but at this point, because of being so aroused, and trying so hard not to show it, I forgot all about them tissues at each side of my bra, which now and again, made a slight swoosh. Later I wondered if he wondered about that.I rose to the tips of my toes, feeling the touch of his shirt and the pleat of his pants, right against my bare skin. And I placed my hands on his shoulders, and felt his hands on my hips. And so he held me there, a long, long time in the dark. And me, I got to touch his lips, and that crease up there, on his forehead, and we swayed back and forth: I clinging to him, he—to that one girl, the girl he used to know.Then he moved away abruptly, saying that he was too old for me, and anyway, what was he doing, he had a child, a boy just a year older than me. So I took a step closer, like, to close the gap again. And feeling lost, like a stray kitten out in the cold, I said, “Just hold me, Lenny. Just hold me tight. I need you so bad.”
And the minute I said it, I knew he needed to hear these words, needed to know that he was really needed.
Anita in Apart from Love
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"There is an air of mystery about the book that runs from the beginning to the final pages, but that also draws the reader in and makes the book difficult to put down." - Kathy Parsons, Top 1000 Reviewer
You would never forget that night
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The voice sample for the audiobook edition of Apart from War captures Lenny's longing to the early days with Natasha, back when both of them joined forces with the French Resistance. My narrator, Don Warrick, gives voice to the pain and joy of these memories and their contrast with the present:
Sometimes I wonder: after such a long time together, how little do we know each other?Who is this woman, with whom I have built a family? Behind this frightened gaze, is this really Natasha, my love, my inspiration? Can I stop her from becoming even more damaged? Can I save her? Is she still present?And if this is no longer Natasha as I know her, Perhaps this is Rochelle? Perhaps she is just fooling me—and not only me but everyone else too, including the doctors—because... Because to win a victory against a dangerous foe, sometimes you must work your way through deception, through secrets and lies.Is she just pretending—for reasons known only to her—to be a new person, different from the one I thought she was? Oh, how I would like to believe that!I lean over to comb that unruly strand of hair away from her eye. At first, Natasha seems startled. Then she lets me tuck it, ever so gently, around her ear.I say, “There’s so much I want to ask you, sweetheart.”“Really?” she asks, with a reluctant tone. She stares blankly at the corner of the kitchen floor, evading my eyes as if in anticipation of some trick question. “Like what?”“Remember that night, in Vernon?”She replies, “Yes,” but does so with a shaky tone, which means no, I don’t really remember but I’ll give you the answer you want. Just let me be.I wipe a bit of syrup from her chin. She must have licked it when I wasn’t looking. “You told me,” I say, “that come what may, you would never forget that night.”“That night?” she says. “Which one?”“In Vernon, when we woke up in each other’s embrace, to the sound of shots.”I pause for a second, so she may reply. And as I wait for her, the memory comes back to me. It seems so fresh, so vivid, as if it happened just yesterday...Following the failed attempt to blow the bridge, fights erupted between French Resistance fighters and German soldiers. Rochelle and I ran frantically through the narrow streets to join Monsieur Antoine and about forty other fighters. Upon arriving at city hall, he handed us some home-made explosives, which we started hurling, along with the other fighters, at German tanks and trucks. I remember the shine in her eyes. “This,” she cried out to me, “is a life worth living!”Just then, one of the tanks caught fire. The blast pushed her back, accidentally, into my arms. Oh, what a fiery woman she used to be!And still, there is fire in her. I dread the day when she will stop playing altogether. As long as her music—such as it is—is full of rage, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps there is still hope.
Apart from WarAudible: ★ Soon Audiobook: ★ Soon Paperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
I'm so excited to present my new bundle, Apart from War. It includes three novels, where one begins where the previous one ends, so you keep yourself immersed in the times and in the saga that begins when Lenny and Natasha first meet, following them from the US to England to France during WWII:
Check this out on Chirbit
The voice sample for the audiobook edition of Apart from War captures Lenny's longing to the early days with Natasha, back when both of them joined forces with the French Resistance. My narrator, Don Warrick, gives voice to the pain and joy of these memories and their contrast with the present:
Sometimes I wonder: after such a long time together, how little do we know each other?Who is this woman, with whom I have built a family? Behind this frightened gaze, is this really Natasha, my love, my inspiration? Can I stop her from becoming even more damaged? Can I save her? Is she still present?And if this is no longer Natasha as I know her, Perhaps this is Rochelle? Perhaps she is just fooling me—and not only me but everyone else too, including the doctors—because... Because to win a victory against a dangerous foe, sometimes you must work your way through deception, through secrets and lies.Is she just pretending—for reasons known only to her—to be a new person, different from the one I thought she was? Oh, how I would like to believe that!I lean over to comb that unruly strand of hair away from her eye. At first, Natasha seems startled. Then she lets me tuck it, ever so gently, around her ear.I say, “There’s so much I want to ask you, sweetheart.”“Really?” she asks, with a reluctant tone. She stares blankly at the corner of the kitchen floor, evading my eyes as if in anticipation of some trick question. “Like what?”“Remember that night, in Vernon?”She replies, “Yes,” but does so with a shaky tone, which means no, I don’t really remember but I’ll give you the answer you want. Just let me be.I wipe a bit of syrup from her chin. She must have licked it when I wasn’t looking. “You told me,” I say, “that come what may, you would never forget that night.”“That night?” she says. “Which one?”“In Vernon, when we woke up in each other’s embrace, to the sound of shots.”I pause for a second, so she may reply. And as I wait for her, the memory comes back to me. It seems so fresh, so vivid, as if it happened just yesterday...Following the failed attempt to blow the bridge, fights erupted between French Resistance fighters and German soldiers. Rochelle and I ran frantically through the narrow streets to join Monsieur Antoine and about forty other fighters. Upon arriving at city hall, he handed us some home-made explosives, which we started hurling, along with the other fighters, at German tanks and trucks. I remember the shine in her eyes. “This,” she cried out to me, “is a life worth living!”Just then, one of the tanks caught fire. The blast pushed her back, accidentally, into my arms. Oh, what a fiery woman she used to be!And still, there is fire in her. I dread the day when she will stop playing altogether. As long as her music—such as it is—is full of rage, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps there is still hope.
Apart from WarAudible: ★ Soon Audiobook: ★ Soon Paperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
I'm so excited to present my new bundle, Apart from War. It includes three novels, where one begins where the previous one ends, so you keep yourself immersed in the times and in the saga that begins when Lenny and Natasha first meet, following them from the US to England to France during WWII:
January 3, 2019
Apart from War is #1 new release in Historical UK Biographies
Doing the happy dance again! My new boxed set, Apart from War is #1 new release in Historical UK Biographies!
Apart from WarAudible: ★ Soon Audiobook: ★ SoonPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
I'm so excited to present my new bundle, which includes three novels, where one begins where the previous one ends, so you keep yourself immersed in the times and in the saga that begins when Lenny and Natasha first meet, following them from the US to England to France during WWII:
Apart from WarAudible: ★ Soon Audiobook: ★ SoonPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
I'm so excited to present my new bundle, which includes three novels, where one begins where the previous one ends, so you keep yourself immersed in the times and in the saga that begins when Lenny and Natasha first meet, following them from the US to England to France during WWII:
January 1, 2019
Astonishingly well written. This is one fine series to follow
Author of War Songs, Dr. Grady Harp is an artist representative, gallery owner, writer of essays and articles on figurative and all Representational art for museum catalogues and for travelling exhibitions, and an Amazon Hall of Fame Reviewer. He describes himself as being ever on the alert for the new and promising geniuses of tomorrow. So I am deeply honored that he has posted this five-star review in the on San Fransisco Review of Books for my techno-thriller, Virtually Lace:
Book Review: 'Virtually Lace (Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance Book 2)' by Uvi Poznansky
Uvi Poznansky wears a coat of many colors. Originally from Israel where she studied Architecture and Town Planning then moving to the US where she studied Computer Science and became an expert in Software Engineering, Poznansky managed to combine the design elements of two studies into unique formats. And she has accomplished the same with the other side of her brain - making visual her ideas (she is an accomplished painter, drawer, and sculptor who has enjoyed exhibitions both in Israel and in California, her present base) and making words in poetry and in short stories and children's books.
Now Uvi introduces another aspect of her creativity – thrillers with romance – a series she titles Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance. This is the second volume in a series that demonstrates Uvi can take literature in any direction of her choice and succeed.
Uvi’s skill at both visual and written art is outstanding, but her history of diversity does not end there. A synopsis of this new book follows: ‘Haunted by discovering the body of Lace, a beautiful dancer whose throat has been slit, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash? Suffering some memory loss due to a violent incident in her own past, Ash is unable to identify her attacker. Despite the persistent fear, she puts her life in danger to draw out the man she suspects of killing Lace, so as to avenge her murder. Meanwhile, the cops treat Michael as their prime suspect. The only reason they haven’t arrested him yet is an urgent rescue mission, as Laguna Beach is engulfed in flames. Will Michael manage to slip away from them and save his sweetheart before it’s too late? Will he catch the murderer?’
Astonishingly well written, Uvi once again surprises us with the depth of her talent. This is one fine series to follow. Highly recommended.
Book Review: 'Virtually Lace (Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance Book 2)' by Uvi Poznansky
Uvi Poznansky wears a coat of many colors. Originally from Israel where she studied Architecture and Town Planning then moving to the US where she studied Computer Science and became an expert in Software Engineering, Poznansky managed to combine the design elements of two studies into unique formats. And she has accomplished the same with the other side of her brain - making visual her ideas (she is an accomplished painter, drawer, and sculptor who has enjoyed exhibitions both in Israel and in California, her present base) and making words in poetry and in short stories and children's books.
Now Uvi introduces another aspect of her creativity – thrillers with romance – a series she titles Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance. This is the second volume in a series that demonstrates Uvi can take literature in any direction of her choice and succeed.
Uvi’s skill at both visual and written art is outstanding, but her history of diversity does not end there. A synopsis of this new book follows: ‘Haunted by discovering the body of Lace, a beautiful dancer whose throat has been slit, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash? Suffering some memory loss due to a violent incident in her own past, Ash is unable to identify her attacker. Despite the persistent fear, she puts her life in danger to draw out the man she suspects of killing Lace, so as to avenge her murder. Meanwhile, the cops treat Michael as their prime suspect. The only reason they haven’t arrested him yet is an urgent rescue mission, as Laguna Beach is engulfed in flames. Will Michael manage to slip away from them and save his sweetheart before it’s too late? Will he catch the murderer?’
Astonishingly well written, Uvi once again surprises us with the depth of her talent. This is one fine series to follow. Highly recommended.
December 31, 2018
Obsession leads to compression
With every audiobook he produced for me, Don Warrick shared his thoughts about his craft, about the way he explores his experience to find the core of the story and inhabit the characters. This time, working on our suspense audiobook, Virtually Lace, felt like a marathon. It came into being in super-speed, so I became more curious than ever to hear his thoughts. I'm so glad to share these thoughts with you:
Obsession leads to compressionBy Don Warrick
There is an expression that engineers and geeks understand. Obsession leads to compression. First the obsession part. I was introduced to Uvi's work with the WWII series that we produced. I loved performing her sweeping historical romances. They were warm and lovely, humorous and sometimes poignant. I still want an Uncle Schmeel of my own.
Then came Lace. I had no idea what I was getting into. I wasn't prepared for how compelling this novel would be. Up to this point I had been doing a lovely waltz, and she changed the music to hard rock. I am also a technologist so the very idea grabbed my attention from the start. Then the book sucked me in.
It didn't tug at me, or coax me, or ask me politely, it pulled me in recklessly with abandon. Adrenalin is a dangerous thing.
Ordinarily when I am producing an audiobook I take my time, I set a reasonable pace. I had estimated that I would have the book finished by the end of January. I am writing this post on new year's eve 2018 a month ahead of schedule. Compression.
When you record an audiobook, you have three things in your awareness. Being true to the charactersPaying attention to the rhythm and paceActively listening to sound quality and articulation Ordinarily you juggle all three balls in the air and you proceed in a reasonable manner. What I encountered with Lace, is that when you become a little bit obsessed it greatly reduces your production time. Obsession leads to compression.
I so enjoyed crawling into this book that I never slowed down. I got the tracks laid down and immediately jumped into post. I have never enjoyed recording a book this much.
When Uvi asked me to explain how I managed this feat of legerdemain I can only do so in the rear view mirror. This book was an amazing read. A roller coaster and a brain teaser. She never ceases to amaze.
Virtually Lace(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)Preorder $0.99Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ SmashwordsAudiobook: SoonPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
Haunted by discovering the body of a beautiful dancer, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash?
Don Warrick's Website
His body of work:
AudioBooks:
Uvi Poznansky Marriage before Death The Music of Us Dancing with Air Mary Campisi A Family Affair: The Promise (Truth in Lies book #7) A Family Affair: Winter (Truth in Lies, Book 6) A Family Affair: Christmas (Truth in Lies, Book 5) A Family Affair: Fall (Truth in Lies, Book 4) A Family Affair: Summer (Truth in Lies, Book 3) The Betrayed Trilogy: Boxed Set Michael J Dawson Life on Mars Oleg V. Oksevski Flying With The Enemy: Memoir of a Young Cadet Richard James Chance The Last Lesson The Song of Kings Julie Elizabeth PowellThe Box That Jane Built Christmas Past Figments 13 Lost Shadows John Franz Chakra: Maximize Your Potential Physically and Mentally Artistic DirectionDayton Playhouse, Dayton OhioCentral Ohio Professional Theatre, Columbus OhioCovered Bridge Theatre, North East Maryland,PerformanceA Little Night Music - FredrickKiss Me Kate - PetruchioMack & Mable - Mack SennettMan of La Mancha - Don QuixoteSound of Music - Capt. von TrappSouth Pacific - Emile DeBequeSweeney Todd - SweeneyThe King and I - King of SiamTwo by Two - Noah The Grand Duke - The Grand DukeHMS Penafore - RalphPirates of Penzance - The Pirate King The Merry Widow - Danilo The Mikado - Nanki Poo Orpheus - MercuryLes deux aveugles - PatachonDie Fledermaus - EisensteinGianni Schicci - GerardoLa Boeheme - ParpignoLa Traviata - Georgio GermontMarriage of Figaro - Don BasillioThe Impressario - Herr EilerA Lion in Winter - HenryLend Me a Tenor - Tito MerrelliMedea - Jason Oleanna - JohnOn Golden Pond - NormanPlaza Suite - Jessie KipplingerThe Odd Couple - Felix The Rainmaker - StarbuckZoo Story - Jerry Brigadoon - Tommy AlbrightCamelot - ArthurCandide - CandideJacque Brel - Player Convenience - AbeFantastics - El GalloGodspell - JesusGuys and Dolls - Sky Masterson
Obsession leads to compressionBy Don Warrick
There is an expression that engineers and geeks understand. Obsession leads to compression. First the obsession part. I was introduced to Uvi's work with the WWII series that we produced. I loved performing her sweeping historical romances. They were warm and lovely, humorous and sometimes poignant. I still want an Uncle Schmeel of my own.
Then came Lace. I had no idea what I was getting into. I wasn't prepared for how compelling this novel would be. Up to this point I had been doing a lovely waltz, and she changed the music to hard rock. I am also a technologist so the very idea grabbed my attention from the start. Then the book sucked me in.
It didn't tug at me, or coax me, or ask me politely, it pulled me in recklessly with abandon. Adrenalin is a dangerous thing.
Ordinarily when I am producing an audiobook I take my time, I set a reasonable pace. I had estimated that I would have the book finished by the end of January. I am writing this post on new year's eve 2018 a month ahead of schedule. Compression.
When you record an audiobook, you have three things in your awareness. Being true to the charactersPaying attention to the rhythm and paceActively listening to sound quality and articulation Ordinarily you juggle all three balls in the air and you proceed in a reasonable manner. What I encountered with Lace, is that when you become a little bit obsessed it greatly reduces your production time. Obsession leads to compression.
I so enjoyed crawling into this book that I never slowed down. I got the tracks laid down and immediately jumped into post. I have never enjoyed recording a book this much.
When Uvi asked me to explain how I managed this feat of legerdemain I can only do so in the rear view mirror. This book was an amazing read. A roller coaster and a brain teaser. She never ceases to amaze.
Virtually Lace(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)Preorder $0.99Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ SmashwordsAudiobook: SoonPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
Haunted by discovering the body of a beautiful dancer, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash?
Don Warrick's Website
His body of work:
AudioBooks:
Uvi Poznansky Marriage before Death The Music of Us Dancing with Air Mary Campisi A Family Affair: The Promise (Truth in Lies book #7) A Family Affair: Winter (Truth in Lies, Book 6) A Family Affair: Christmas (Truth in Lies, Book 5) A Family Affair: Fall (Truth in Lies, Book 4) A Family Affair: Summer (Truth in Lies, Book 3) The Betrayed Trilogy: Boxed Set Michael J Dawson Life on Mars Oleg V. Oksevski Flying With The Enemy: Memoir of a Young Cadet Richard James Chance The Last Lesson The Song of Kings Julie Elizabeth PowellThe Box That Jane Built Christmas Past Figments 13 Lost Shadows John Franz Chakra: Maximize Your Potential Physically and Mentally Artistic DirectionDayton Playhouse, Dayton OhioCentral Ohio Professional Theatre, Columbus OhioCovered Bridge Theatre, North East Maryland,PerformanceA Little Night Music - FredrickKiss Me Kate - PetruchioMack & Mable - Mack SennettMan of La Mancha - Don QuixoteSound of Music - Capt. von TrappSouth Pacific - Emile DeBequeSweeney Todd - SweeneyThe King and I - King of SiamTwo by Two - Noah The Grand Duke - The Grand DukeHMS Penafore - RalphPirates of Penzance - The Pirate King The Merry Widow - Danilo The Mikado - Nanki Poo Orpheus - MercuryLes deux aveugles - PatachonDie Fledermaus - EisensteinGianni Schicci - GerardoLa Boeheme - ParpignoLa Traviata - Georgio GermontMarriage of Figaro - Don BasillioThe Impressario - Herr EilerA Lion in Winter - HenryLend Me a Tenor - Tito MerrelliMedea - Jason Oleanna - JohnOn Golden Pond - NormanPlaza Suite - Jessie KipplingerThe Odd Couple - Felix The Rainmaker - StarbuckZoo Story - Jerry Brigadoon - Tommy AlbrightCamelot - ArthurCandide - CandideJacque Brel - Player Convenience - AbeFantastics - El GalloGodspell - JesusGuys and Dolls - Sky Masterson
December 30, 2018
Why I Did It
A great review of my novel, A Favorite Son, from Aurora Dawn:
Aurora Dawn
5.0 out of 5 stars
Why I Did It - Jacob vs EsauDecember 29, 2018
Format: Kindle Edition
In this story, Poznansky tackles the biblical story of Issac's sons in the form of a frank, first person recollection on the event from a much older Yankle (Jacob). The author expertly portrays a dysfunctional family where the bitter rivalry between a pair of twins and their parents favoritism is so great that we can easily believe and even sympathize with Yankle's plotting to steal his brother's birthright by deceiving his dying father.
Like so much of the Old Testament, this is a story of brutal people who were jealous, conniving and dishonest (and those were the good guys), but in this version of the story, told in modern, colloquial language, we are given insights that helps us to imagine what it might have been like to have been that younger brother and just how the events that are laid out in the Bible as facts, without much explanation, might have come to happen.
Poznansky's stories are always a delight to experience, whether in the written or the audio versions and this one, though a little shorter than most, was no less of a magical journey into a magical past.
Aurora Dawn
5.0 out of 5 stars
Why I Did It - Jacob vs EsauDecember 29, 2018Format: Kindle Edition
In this story, Poznansky tackles the biblical story of Issac's sons in the form of a frank, first person recollection on the event from a much older Yankle (Jacob). The author expertly portrays a dysfunctional family where the bitter rivalry between a pair of twins and their parents favoritism is so great that we can easily believe and even sympathize with Yankle's plotting to steal his brother's birthright by deceiving his dying father.Like so much of the Old Testament, this is a story of brutal people who were jealous, conniving and dishonest (and those were the good guys), but in this version of the story, told in modern, colloquial language, we are given insights that helps us to imagine what it might have been like to have been that younger brother and just how the events that are laid out in the Bible as facts, without much explanation, might have come to happen.
Poznansky's stories are always a delight to experience, whether in the written or the audio versions and this one, though a little shorter than most, was no less of a magical journey into a magical past.
December 29, 2018
Virtually Lace is #1 new release in Virtual Reality!
Doing the happy dance! My new Suspense novel is #1 new release in Virtual Reality!
Virtually Lace(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)Preorder $0.99Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ SmashwordsAudiobook: SoonPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
Haunted by discovering the body of a beautiful dancer, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash?
Virtually Lace(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)Preorder $0.99Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ SmashwordsAudiobook: SoonPaperback: Amazon ★ Barnes&Noble
Haunted by discovering the body of a beautiful dancer, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash?
