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Review of Escape of Princess Madeline by author, Kirstin Pulioff!

Escape of Princess Madeline. Young Adult Fiction/Fantasy 
As I read this book, I couldn't help thinking about my days as a young girl in middle school. This is the exact kind of book I would have devoured! 
Escape of Princess Madeline was a treat. It had all of the elements girls crave...adventure, a forbidden romance, wizards, and a beautiful setting. 

Madeline is headstrong and knows her own mind. When she decides to defy her father, the king of Soron, and deny the many suitors that have arrived her hand in marriage, she enters a world unlike anything she could have imagined. 
The outside world is not what she envisioned...
Running away from the palace and into the hands of bandits makes Madeline change her mind about her situation.
I enjoyed the parallel story of Daniel, her knight champion and secret crush. It was fun seeing his POV, although a little jarring at times, in that his thoughts invade a chapter without notice. I would have loved a little insight into how he came to love her. Was it love at first sight? Had they met as children? That would have been amazing!
Escape of Princess Madeline was cute, fun, and a quick, satisfying read! It was well written, full of imagery, and left me wanting  more. I look forward to the next one, Battle for Princess Madeline!
 
Available on Amazon!
Kirstin Pulioff Interview!
Kirstin Pulioff is a storyteller at heart. Born and raised in Southern California, she moved to the Pacific Northwest to follow her dreams and graduated from Oregon State University (Go Beavs!) with a degree in Forest Management. Happily married and a mother of two, she lives in Oregon, and enjoys being a stay at home mom. When she's not writing, she is busy with her kids, church and the family business.I love to hear from my readers and fans. Please connect with me on my other sites:
Webpage: www.kirstinpulioff.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/kirstinpulioffauthor
Twitter: www.twitter.com/KirstinPulioff
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/author/show/6558842.Kirstin_Pulioff

The Chronicles of Koa Book/Blog Tour!

I'm not sure how many of you all have secret blogs out there, but The Chronicles of Koa is now on book/blog tour! Want to up your site traffic and stats? With over 16,000 fans and followers, we can boost your stats! Host me this summer! 
Contact me for details! 
Check out my tour so far...

With Karen Soutar
http://karensoutar.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/interview-with-k-n-lee-author-of-the-chronicles-of-koa-netherworld/#comments
With Kristen Pham
http://kristenpham.com/
With Lions & Lambs (funniest)
http://lions-and-lambs.blogspot.com/2013/06/book-review-chronicles-of-koa.html?m=1
With Thomas R. Manning 
http://thomasraymann.wordpress.com/2013/05/24/books-interview-with-author-k-n-lee-of-the-chronicles-of-koa/
More this summer!

Ten Things You Never Knew About K.N. Lee!

This has been one of the best years of my life! Who am I kidding? It is the best year of my life. 2010 when I went to South Korea is a very close second! So, we've had a book release...three publications: The Chronicles of Koa: Netherworld , Thicker Than Blood , and Wicked Webs . 

Guess what...it's not over! This fall I finally get to go to London. I have dreamed about these two things when I was a little girl. To hold my published paperback in my hands was an extremely emotional moment for me. I don't know what I'll do once I set foot on London soil (you'll have a difficult time convincing me to go home!) 

In honor of this joyous year, I thought I'd share a few things with you all. Maybe some of you know a few of my little secrets, but I'm sure most of you don't! So...HERE GOES!


I collect Roman history books (Awesome, I know!)I've chronicled my dreams ever since I was in high school (Call me the next Stephen King. Those dreams are creepy!)I've never eaten a cookie (Hehehe...let's get serious)I had to see a psychologist when I was in the 5th grade due to emotional trauma caused by bullying (I wonder how I turned out so cheerful!)I used to want to be an archaeologist, like Indian Jones...or a martial arts master. (Hmmm...any similarities with Koa and Ian?)Um...I'm a gamer girl. Mic, ventrilo, and all...(Psst...don't tell anyone.)I was Homecoming Queen in high school. (Woot! Didn't see that coming!)After my father was murdered, my mom took me on a trip around the country. I was only four, but I remember every stop! (I didn't know how powerful that trip was until I was older. No tears anyone!)I used to copy my textbooks during school so that I could reread and study them during the summer. (<---nerd!)I think my obsession with red hair comes from my envy of my mom's beautiful red hair. (Meet Lilae! My red-haired warrior in Rise of the Flame)

An interview with author, Greg Smith!

  Introducing this weeks guest, author Greg Smith! Q&A in the comments section!   Where are you from? “I come from the land Down Under, where women glow and men chunder...” (Sydney, Australia). I was born in Sydney, grew up in Papua New Guinea, moved to Sydney when I was 5, then emigrated to America in 1999 where I currently live in the Pacific Northwest.
What inspired you to write your first book? My very first book was born of a dare. My wife and one or two friends dared me to write an erotic thriller. Within 3 months I had written KILLING SOFTLY which was immediately picked up by a publisher. But it also opened the door to something I’ve always dreamed of doing — to write.   Do you write full-time or part-time? How do you balance your writing life with your family/work life? Right now I write part-time (while job hunting—I’m a graphic designer by trade), and I struggle like the majority of aspiring writers with balancing that passion with family/work life. I’m fortunate to have my studio to which I hibernate when writing, but with that comes the guilt that I’m neglecting others; my wife, pets and friends. Thankfully my wife understands and supports my new venture—others, they insist of me coming out to play. So I generally write from morning to lunch, then sometimes in the evening.   What jobs have you held that influence your stories? It’s not so much jobs that I’ve had but the people they have introduced me to that influence my stories (many of which are yet to be told). Many of the characters in my stories are drawn from people I’ve met, or the blending of two or more people to create one character. But I have to say that being an artist and illustrator I am blessed (or cursed) with a wild imagination. 

Do you have a specific writing style? As an aspiring writing I have yet to identify or determine if I have a specific writing style, or voice, as it’s sometimes referred to. Right now I just write as I feel the story should be written, how the characters direct me to portray them. I would be most interested, and would welcome readers to let me know how they would describe my style.

How did you come up with the title? Hmmm, good question. Here again, my career as a graphic designer probably comes to my aid. Over the years of working on projects for numerous clients I have had to write some of the copy for various projects and I guess being able to do that has helped me devise titles for my stories. But having said that, the title that sprang to mind for my soon-to-be-released book surprised even myself. THE PITS couldn’t be a better title for my newest book—it incorporates the underlying theme to the story while giving expression to the protagonist’s outlook on his chosen career and his new encounter with the wiles of men. 
 
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? THE PITS has a definite message that should be felt by everyone that reads it. The story was inspired by an article I read in a newsletter put out by the ASPCA. It affected me so much that I sensed an underlying message that screamed to be told. It wasn’t long before I conjured up a storyline—a man and his dog pit themselves against the insidious blood sport of dog fighting. 

How much of the book is realistic? Quite a lot of it, in fact. If there’s one specific part of writing that I really enjoy it’s the research that I devote to my stories. THE PITS has a great deal of realism and fact interwoven in the story, the same can be said for my current project THE ARCHER OF COED CADW which is a historical fiction novel—to date I have spent a year or more researching the history of the era in which the story is set.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life? None of the stories I have written or am currently writing carry any personal experiences of either myself or anyone else I know. However, I do have another storyline in mind which would entail a very large part of my personal experiences at a time I was a very active member of a coven of ‘white witches.’

Really? That is very interesting! What books have most influenced your life most? Hmmm, another good question and one that I really haven’t given a lot o thought to. But looking back over some of the books I’ve read I would have to mention SARUM by Edward Rutherfurd, THE POWER OF ONE by Bryce Courtenay, among others—but most importantly, the books of the New Testament.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?Ah, now that’s a hard question. If I had the opportunity (for real) I think I would choose either Patricia Cornwell or Stephen R. Lawhead.

What book are you reading now? Right now—when I have or make the time—I’m reading THE SKYSTONE, Part One of The Camulod Chronicles by Jack Whyte...historical fiction of the forging of Arthur’s Britain.
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

What are your current projects? As mentioned previously, THE ARCHER OF COED CADW, an historical fiction that spans the times from Medieval England to the present day. It will have two stories running concurrently. I’ve been working on it off and on for 4 years to date. 

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members. Growing up I had an auntie Mitch who, recognizing my talent, persistently encouraged me to draw and use my imagination. If there was any one person I could say fully supported me at an age that forged who or what I am today, I would have say it was her.

Do you see writing as a career? That would be another dream fulfilled if it came to pass, and as I retirement approaching fast (next year, in fact) I would dearly love to think I could eventually write full-time.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book? Probably not. It has survived 6 rewrites and one editorial purge and improved from the process. It is currently undergoing its final editing and polishing before being published and I would like to believe the final product will be the best it can be for the reader.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated? My interest in writing was born in primary school when I was the ripe old age of 10. My English teacher would set us homework that quite often entail us having to write stories, real or imaginary. This aspect of my schooling carried into high school where I consistently scored top marks for everything I wrote.

Can you share a little of your current work with us? The day James Alderton buries his parents he inherits a mysterious heirloom that has been passed down by the women of his mother's lineage for centuries—a small treasure chest containing a handful of relics and a diary.      James’s mother also leaves him a letter and documents outlining his intriguing genealogy. She also leaves him with a mission—complete the extensive investigation she has started into the history and authenticity of the relics and diary, then decide if the world is ready for his findings that she believes James will find to be true.      The young Alderton sets out from Sydney, Australia with his best friend, Gavin Allawa, an Australian aborigine, for London, England in search of answers concerning not only James's strange inheritance but the truth behind the supposed 'accidental' death of his parents.       What he and Gavin uncover will astound them, cause an international uproar, and virtually rewrite history.       However, there are those who wish to keep their discovery secret from the world; and others who want his inheritance for themselves—at any cost!
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? I’m new to this field and find almost every aspect of writing somewhat of a challenge. Discipline in my writing schedule would have to be one of the hardest challenges for me at the moment. The process of looking for a full-time job takes up quite a lot of each day and can prove to be extremely distracting at times when I’d rather be writing, so I have to discipline myself to set aside specific amounts of time each day to my projects.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work? That’s not a fair question only for the fact that I have more than one favorite author. But I guess Patricia Cornwell springs to mind. What I particularly love about her work is how she develops her characters, maintains the integrity of the storyline despite the myriad of twists and turns, and how she manipulates suspenseful situations. Once I begin reading one of her books I find it extremely hard to put down.

Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)? Oh, how I would love so much to be able to travel to research my stories, especially my current project which is set in Australia and England. Thankfully I was born and grew up in Australia, and have visited England twice, so I have a bounty of images and memories to draw on. I am most thankful for living in the age of the Internet, a limitless source of information for any writer. But if you’re also referring to that aspect of writing that I’m guessing the majority of writers wish they could avoid—marketing—then, no, I haven’t had to travel a lot with regards my books. Yet.

Who designed the covers? At the moment, I design my own covers. I have 20+ years experience in both the publishing and printing industries and feel I have the expertise to do justice to my own material in that regard.  What was the hardest part of writing your book?Time. Time is my nemesis when it comes to writing. But when I retire I see myself winning that battle.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it? I already had a good sense of man’s inhumanity to man, but THE PITS opened my eyes to the worse possible characters who take advantage of innocent animals who neither have the power or voice to fight back at being exploited in one of the most debasing and horrible ways ever inflicted on anyone or any animal. Dog fighting is one aspect of society that needs to be stamped out, but never will while there are those walking around willing to make a living off the deaths and maiming of others. 

Do you have any advice for other writers? At this early stage in what I hope could be a career, I cannot assume to advise any other writer other than to make sure you devote a part of every day to writing—whether it be just jotting down notes and ideas, or working on a certain project. And don’t be afraid to ask questions of other writers—you’ll be surprised by how helpful they will be to support you in your own writing.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? I regard myself as an apprentice Wordsmith. I have chosen to try my hand at a relatively new trade and ask that if you choose to read any of my work that you will visit my web site and leave comments, or email me. It is from your valuable insightful feedback that I will grow better and improve.

What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life? Research for fairly easy because of the Internet, the only challenge there was sifting through all the information and determining the more pertinent facts for my story. Next came devising the plot and developing the characters—getting into their minds, seeing the story from each of their views, then pulling all that together into a cohesive, believable and interesting story. I belong to various online writers’ groups and forums and it’s interesting to hear that I’m not the only one whose characters take on a life of their own and quite often dictate the flow of the story. The challenge is to remind them who’s really in control.
What do you think about e-publishing versus technical publishing? From my background in printing and publishing I can appreciate the changes both industries are undergoing, and have been for quite some time now. I regard that both aspects of publishing have a valid reason for being. More and more of the public, the writer’s market, is constantly on the move and looking to technology to quench their thirst for immediacy in everything to do with their living style. Writers have to embrace the growing demand for e-books; it’s something that will never go away but grow stronger. When it comes to marketing your own work, a writer has to cast as wide a net as possible to catch as big an audience as possible and to do that any marketing strategy has to take into account all the current avenues available for publishing. Regardless of what genre you may be writing, your market is open to both publishing forms—e-publishing and technical. A writer should utilize both. The real question that I see facing a writer is whether to self-publish or publish through a traditional house. This is where I turn to members of my online groups for their input.
Do you have an agent or publisher? How did you go about finding one? Following on from the previous question, with regards to THE PITS my first thought was to publish traditionally; to find myself an agent or publisher. My background in publishing forged that idea originally out of dedication, I guess, but as I involved myself online with other writers my plan was brought into question. Now I’m looking to self-publish THE PITS for one main reason—immediacy. I turn 65 this year and suddenly I don’t want to sit around waiting for my book to reach the public, a process that could well take any number of years. My decision to self-publish was helped by the fact that I never intended to make a living from the sales of my work; my main concern was to have it readily available for readers and as quick as possible. Maybe when it comes to my historical fiction novel I’ll consider an agent or publisher, only for the concept of the story being more to their taste.
If you could live anywhere, where would it be? England or Ireland. My roots are there. I love history and legends and both can be found in glorious abundance in those countries. My apologies to any Aussies reading this interview.
I agree with you! I'd love to live in England or Ireland. If you could have any super power, what would it be? There was an occasion when Superman was able to use his speed to travel back in time—to fly so fast that he reversed Time. To be able to fly anywhere, any time and fast—that would be bloody awesome!  For More on Greg Smith:
http://gregsmith-writer.weebly.com/http://gregsmith-graphicdesigner.weebly.com/

Thicker Than Blood is live on Amazon!

Available on Amazon 99 cents!

Three tales all in one dark and twisted collection.
Thicker Than BloodPhoebe and Tara are twin sisters. When Tara is diagnosed with terminal cancer, the twins decide to embark on a journey. Fear, discovery, and death await. But what if death is not what it seems?
Where is Katie?Emily is a little girl that lives with her parents. Why does she live in a room that is locked, boarded shut, and kept away from other children. This little girl is not what she seems.
The Galloway LakeThere are rumors that the Galloway Lake is haunted. Tanya wakes up to find herself drowning in it. Will she survive the night?
Available on Amazon kindle and paperback.

I Saw a Girl

I Saw a Girl K.N. Lee
I saw a girl A beauty so fair With gray eyes And short brown hair Tattoos stretched Across her wrists My name was etched Into her kiss

Writing Challenge with Author, Greg Smith!!

The Challenge:
In 3000 words or less, write a story about a baby that was stolen from a hospital. Who took the baby? Who are the parents and what do they do to get their child back?
The Result: STOLEN MOMENTS
by Greg Smith © Greg Smith 2013


The heavy veil of midnight stretched across the harbor, lights from the city center played hide and go seek among the undulating waves that lapped the shoreline. Overhead, the soft rumble of sporadic traffic washed down from the bridge connecting the city with slumbering suburbia. 
The zoo, a lingering reminder of days long gone, occupied a section of foreshore that swept down from a tree-lined ridge to the refurbished wharf that functioned as the lower entrance for visitors arriving by harbor ferries. The wharf was utilized exclusively by the state transport department and since, at this late hour, no maritime services were operating, it was curious that a medium sized craft should be tied up at the wharf. Even stranger were the black-garbed figures that alighted from the vessel. Without pause the six figures moved straight to the heavy wire fence and the padlocked gate.
City light glinted off metal as a large bolt cutter appeared. The snap of the padlock went unheard as the discordant sounds from the zoo’s tenants rumbled from the shadowed slopes overlooking the harbor.
The gate swung back and the group moved quickly to the pathway leading up to the zoo’s main building that housed administration and medical facilities. Hundreds of eyes followed the dark figures running quietly and purposefully along the path as it snaked its way towards the top of the ridge where suburbia nestled against the edge of the zoo property.
The night watchman was too preoccupied with a late night TV program to notice the shadows flit across one of the several security monitors then reappear on the screen that displayed the entrance to the zoo hospital. The guard swiveled in his chair to retrieve his coffee and shot a perfunctory glance at the monitor. The seemingly secure hospital entrance belied the fact that it had just been breached.
Inside the medical center several rooms led off the main arterial corridor that ran the length of the building. A few of the rooms functioned as offices while the remainder were examination rooms and operating theaters. The group of six sprinted the length of the corridor, passing empty rooms and the occasional lighted desk lamp. At the end of the corridor the group stopped. A small metal plate fixed at eye level to a door read SECURE AREA – NO ADMITTANCE WITHOUT ATTENDING GUARD.
Without hesitation, one of the six withdrew a key card and swiped it through the security lock. For the briefest moment nothing happened, then a small green light atop the lock winked at the group and they heard a soft metallic click. Silently they stepped into the room. A hand reached out and suddenly the room was awash with light.
The doorway stood in one corner of the large room. Wide workbenches, covered with medical equipment, lined the entire length of the walls leading from the door and two over-sized examination tables occupied the center of the room. The group moved slowly towards the large islands, all focus directed at the far corner that was sealed off from the rest of the room by thick steel bars that reached from floor to ceiling. The cell filled a goodly portion of the clinic and appeared extremely secure and for good reason judging by its current occupants.
Staring through the bars at the uninvited guests dressed head to toe in black were two huge albino silverback gorillas, one of which cradled a young albino baby gorilla. The only movement from within the cell came from the male’s deep yellow eyes as they narrowed. He regarded the strangers warily. He and his partner were quite used to the attending zoo staff dressed in their white lab coats; this group, however, was different and the smell emanating from it was that of fear, greed, and danger. The gorilla’s mind recalled his first encounter with Man. His eyes narrowed further, almost closed, and his gaze tracked from one black figure to the next.
“Get on with it,” a voice rasped.
Three of the group unslung rifles from their backs and loaded them with large tranquillizer darts. Ready, the three men stepped forward, raised their weapons and fired. Unfortunately for the male silverback these were marksmen and the darts passed cleanly between the steel bars and struck home. The gorilla was able to swat one of the projectiles from his body but the sedative from the other two overpowered him quickly and he slumped slowly onto his side with an angry grunt. Even as he felt his eyes flutter close, he heard the strangers’ weapons cough again and sensed rather than saw his partner slide to the floor.
A whimpering chatter came from the baby gorilla as its mother’s arms released their comforting hold and the baby found itself tumble to the cool hard floor. It brushed its knuckled hands over the mother’s face trying to rouse her but to no avail. Then, even as the cage door swung open, the baby scampered to its father but no amount of chatter or pummeling could stir the drugged mountainous gorilla.
Then everything went black.
The baby silverback didn’t struggle inside the heavy sack. Like most wild animals when they find themselves suddenly enveloped in darkness, instead of fighting they submit to the apparent safety and comfort of the strange nightfall. Even the slight jostling didn’t bother it.
The intruders secured the cage and quickly retraced their steps. Everything had gone according to plan, even smoother than expected. The group was half way along the corridor when a loud commotion stopped them in their tracks. All eyes turned. The racket was coming from the far end of the building; from the room they had just left. A tremendous howl pierced the air and office windows shook in their frames. Metal screamed in protest as it was twisted and bent.
“HOLY SHI—!”
A door—no, a whole section of wall exploded into the corridor and a cloud of dust billowed towards the transfixed group. The bundle inside the sack went still. The ever-efficient ventilation system sucked the dust from the corridor and there, in all his terrifying glory, stood the male silverback gorilla. 
The deep overhanging brows furrowed but did nothing to hide the murderous glint in his yellow eyes. His arms, like two monstrous pillars, rose from the floor to his powerful shoulders that almost spanned the corridor. The gorilla’s mighty chest gleamed a steely gray from the light spilling from the destroyed room and heaved slightly from the strenuous task of ripping the steel cell asunder.
The men expected the silverback to rise and pound its chest and possibly scream its defiance. They didn’t expect it to begin moving slowly towards without a sound. If anything, it made the approaching animal seem all the more terrifying. Hands began fumbling for weapons, and darts clattered to the floor from jittery fingers. The silverback kept advancing.
Finally a tranquillizer dart was rammed home and a rifle coughed. The men stared in amazement as the dart hurtled down the corridor only to be batted aside by the sweep of a brawny hand. Another rifle fired but its projectile met the same fate as its predecessor. And the silverback kept coming.
Panic and sheer terror seized the group and they turned as one in a run for the only door providing escape. In their mad rush the sack holding the baby gorilla was dropped and instantly forgotten. Upon reaching the stirring bundle, the silverback paused long enough to release his son from the tangle of cloth and, with a tap on his rump, sent him scampering back to his mother.
Then, knowing his baby was safe, the father gorilla returned to the task in hand.
The group had reached the door. The key card was needed for exiting the building as well as entering. In the frantic commotion to escape the card was dropped and trampled underfoot. A woeful moan went up as men dropped to their knees and hands began scrabbling around in the dark for the key.
A scream curdled the men’s blood as the silverback weighed into their group.
The weekend was uneventful; crowds of excited children and their smiling parents poured into the zoo, ogled and clamored at the array of animals, consumed copious amounts of fast food and pop, and departed almost as quickly as they had arrived, leaving overflowing waste bins as silent testimony of their visit.
Zoo staff assigned to the medical center arrived Monday morning to begin another week of studious work caring for the zoo tenants. Administrative personnel looked up from their cluttered desks as screams of shock and horror echoed across the zoo grounds.
From the horrific evidence that filled the center’s corridor from the entrance to the far end of the building and the destroyed examination room it was deduced that, sometime late the previous Friday night, a band of men had broken into the building to steal the baby albino silverback gorilla. To date it was the only one ever born in captivity and therefore could demand a huge price on the black market for exotic animals. Despite the use of tranquillizers, the group’s plan had gone awry when they must have miscalculated the correct dosage of drug needed to safely sedate the silverback gorillas.
Most surprising of all, as far as the zoo staff was concerned, was the fact that all three silverbacks were discovered sound asleep among the ruins of their cell. The animals, still regarded as being very wild, had shown no interest in taking advantage of the break in to make their escape from the zoo.
In an attempt to identify the would-be thieves the authorities handling the case were still trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together—so to speak.      



For More On Greg Smith: http://gregsmith-writer.weebly.com/  
 http://gregsmith-graphicdesigner.weebly.com/

Wicked Webs is ALIVE!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Oh boy. Here goes. I am terribly frightened. My dark poetry collection, Wicked Webs , is live on Amazon. I published this one quite discreetly, because it is full of poems that showcase my darkest fears. Kidnap, death, ghosts, stalkers, abuse...it's all in there. This collection is not for the faint of heart, or anyone seeking cheery happy poetry. This is for those that want to understand fear at its basest level. Wicked Webs is 99 cents and will remain that price. Give it a try, and promise me you won't think I'm crazy. Thank you.
Available on Amazon for 99 cents 

Dark poetry at its best. You will escape to a land where evil is confronted, dissected, and vanquished. Prepare to have your darkest fears exploited.

Top 5 Writing Spots!

My bedroom . It's so bad, but I write in bed more often than I should...I mean, my desk is only a few feet away. Coffee shops! They're always full of interesting characters. The park . A nice bench or shady spot is perfect! I like to bring my iPod along and turned up the Celtic tunes whenever my creativity feels stifled. It works everytime. Barnes and Noble . I seriously hope they never go out of business. Nothing beats writing amongst the shelves you can potentially be on! Now, if I can only stop buying boatloads of books each time I go.   Waiting rooms! That's right! Don't forget your notebook!There is no better time than when you're waiting for a car repair, or at the doctor's office.
So, what are some of your favorite writing spots?

Magic Wand- Writing Prompt

You find a strange stick in the woods and discover that it is indeed a magic wand. It burns a mark into your palm, claiming you. What do you do with the magic wand? Do you use it for good...or evil?