April Aasheim's Blog, page 16

Author Interview

An author interview from Pembroke Sinclair.
http://pembrokesinclair.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-witches-of-dark-root-by-april.html

Here's a highlight...

Q) What is the oldest thing in your fridge and how old is it?  When I'm novel writing, something has to give. Usually it’s housework and the zipper on my jeans. At this point, I’m not sure that even carbon dating could track the age of what’s in the fridge. It might be easier to just buy a new refrigerator. Or move.

Lessons from the Litter Box

Since I've gotten a cat, I've learned a lot of new things. Here are some of the greatest life lessons my cat has taught me in the last three months...




10. If you didn't catch me, I didn't do it.

9. If I'm not listening to you, it's because you're boring. Do something interesting instead.

8. Meat that comes in a can can't be trusted.

7. If you're fluffy enough, no one notices the weight gain.


6. If the litter box is full, someone WILL come along and clean it. Just wait it out.

5. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. Bite the foot instead. Then run away very fast.

4. No matter what that large, slobbery dude next door tries to tell you, it's not bones he is burying in his backyard.

3. The cuter you are, the badder you can be.

2. When someone squirts you in the face you will stop doing whatever you were doing.


1. There is no problem in the world that a sunbeam and a good nap can't fix.









(one final note: Ive also learned that my husband isn't a huge fan of cats. eek!)

Illusions of Intimacy: Top Five Selling Items in Miss Sasha’s Magick Shop...

In 1973 Miss Sasha's Magick Shoppe was the toast of Dark Root, Oregon. Follow the link to see what her best sellers were during that time.

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Feed Your Fiction Addiction: Review, Guest Post & Giveaway: The Witches of Dark...

The chapter titles in The Witches of Dark Root are named after 70's songs. Here's the first ten. Read on to see how I came up with them and why. Also, a great review on the book.

Prologue: Magic Man
One: Sister GoldenhairTwo: Stairway to HeavenThree: Hotel CaliforniaFour:DreamsFive: Turn the PageSix: Wild WorldSeven: Witchy WomanEight: Maggie MayNine: Goodbye Yellow Brick RoadTen: Cat’s in the Cradle Feed Your Fiction Addiction: Review, Guest Post & Giveaway: The Witches of Dark...: I am thrilled to be hosting The Witches of Dark Root tour today. Make sure you read the fun guest post by the author (I had to go back a...

Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews: The Witches of Dark Root by April Aasheim: Charact...

Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews: The Witches of Dark Root by April Aasheim: Charact...:

Stop by for a chance to win some fun witchy prizes and read Maggie's interview (from The Witches of Dark Root)

Roam If You Want To

Went to Bozeman, MT last weekend to see my husband's family and friends. It was a great event and Im always astounded by how vibrant the downtown area is. Im even more astounded by the fact that my husband can pick up his friendships he held over 20 years ago and act as if not a day had passed. I envy that a little.

He asks me if I will move there with him when we are old?

"You mean next week?" I respond, rubbing the sore spots on my hips and knees after a water aerobics class.

Even though I know its in the distant future it is scary to think about leaving a community that I love behind. I have lived in this neighborhood for ten years now, which is a record for me. I've always been a 'traveling girl', ready to run off at the first signs of trouble or dash away to a new adventure when life got too mundane. Now, I'm a creature of habit who sings to her cat. When did that happen?

Still, I'm open to the next phase of my life. I've always counted on The Universe to guide me and it's never disappointed, at least when it comes to giving my life meaning. I may not always like, or even agree with the meaning, but every new chapter brings something to the table.

Anyways, will start catching up on this blog again soon. Until I have something solid to write I might just be rambling...

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Sock Blocker

There's a mystery afoot. Or rather, off my foot. No matter how I rack my brain I just can't seem to figure out where all my socks are running off to. Not just one sock, or even a few, but lots and lots of socks.

I've looked under beds, in sofas, behind the dryer, and in the refrigerator (Yes, I've been known to toss strange things in the fridge when my mind is distracted). Nothing. I've even put up posters around the neighborhood with the caption Have You Seen This Sock? This only netted me
snickering comments from area children and a few propositions from a local foot fetishist.

It's a sad plight and my husband seems to be taking this the hardest.

"Not Bob," he says, tossing it's limp helpless mate into the ever growing pile on the guestroom bed. "He left without saying goodbye."

"Maybe it was suicide. We should look for a note."

We search for a post-it note that would read something like: What is the point? Stuck in the same dead-end drawer day after day. Partner ogling odor-absorbing sock at the gym. I'm launching myself down the nearest drain. Goodbye cruel world.

But either socks don't write or Bob didn't care enough to explain why he had to leave so suddenly.

"What do we do with the spares?" my husband asks. Neither of us can stand to toss them out. That would mean that we have given up all hope.

I scratch my head. "Send them to a home for unmatched socks?"

"This isn't the fifties," he reminds me. "Let's let them go with some dignity."

I agree. "Maybe donate them to charity?"

"No one wants to wear one tube sock and one ankle sock in varying degrees of off-white as a pair. Not even the homeless."

"Oh," I sigh, feeling the weight of our problem. "Then I guess your daughter is getting sock puppets for her birthday. And Christmas. And maybe even in her Easter basket."

"That seems the most humane option."

My husband and I sit on the bed, hand in hand. We discuss our dream. The same dream we've always had, once we get the money.

"We are going to throw out all of our socks," he says excitedly.

"Every last one of them!" I add enthusiastically.

"And then..."

"And then..."

We look at each other, our eyes sparkling like they had when we had first met.

"And then," we say together, "we go into the Nike store and buy five new packages each, all the exact same color!"

A smile warms our faces. It's a genius plan. Every sock looks exactly like the other socks in our Utopian dream world. There may be an occasional odd man out, but there will never be a mismatched sock again.

We slump over collectively and sigh, the daydream over. When we win the lottery that's what we will do. Until then, the hunt is on.

"Did you check the towel closet?" he asks, standing to resume his task.

"I'm on it," I say. "In the meantime, you check the freezer."




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