Ever since I heard the opening lines of the song Barbara Allen by Joan Baez, the month of May grabbed a special piece of my heart. I mean . . . come on! Who couldn’t be moved by the words and melody; “’Twas in the merry month of May, when green buds all were swellin’”?
May is the true beginning of Spring.
Ahh, Spring . . . with its sweet sighs of novelty and fragrance. Spring . . . where nature delightfully displays its canvas of pastel colors. Spring . . . where the world awakens and reinvents itself.
As part of the Earth’s Spring rebirth, books are now back “in season.” As a consequence, more people are spending time out-of-doors with a book in their hand.
Books, I’m convinced, play an integral part in holding families, as well as societies, together. Just like the old saying goes, “the family that reads together, stays together.” Oops . . .wait, I think I got the verb wrong, but what the hell, it’s still true.
In fact, someone came up with the moniker “May is GET CAUGHT READING month.” True or not, I’m all in. Go check out my Facebook page. I’m actually posting photographs of just a few of the people who I’ve “caught reading” this month. You can follow me on Instagram as well. Come on by and give those people a well-deserved LIKE.
In the meantime, SPRING IS HERE! Welcome her into your life.
Though there may be different views as to which human actions might be classified as either good or evil, the fact remains, as writers of fiction, Good versus Evil is at the heart of every book we write. Continue reading
In the movie Alfie, Michael Caine is portrayed as a young dude just wanting to get laid. That was portrayed as the key to his existence. It was, for him, “what it (life) was all about.” Of course, we all know from experience that getting laid was NOT what was important to Alfie. What was IMPORTANT to him was the power he felt in “conquering”. He might as well have been Genghis Khan. Continue reading
Think back to when early humans first began to absorb long, complex stories told orally around the campfire. Now, instead of the campfire, think car; or commuter train; or plane—or wherever you can wear a headset and get the same pleasure as those primitive cavemen did by having a story told to you.
Audiobooks — those first humans were onto something.
I ended an earlier post by mentioning how I accidentally coughed into the microphone as I was recording the first page of my audiobook. It was the beginning of many mishaps that threatened to sabotage the entire production. When I started this journey, I had the notion that reading a book out-loud into a microphone couldn’t be very difficult — after all, I’d been reading bedtime stories to my kids for years and they never complained. Not once. Not even when I coughed. Or screwed up pronunciations. Or started to yawn in the middle of a sentence. My kids never told me I sucked as a reader, so why would anyone else? Continue reading