Oh, this was cute! This Australian romantic comedy-drama about a single father raising a troubled teenage daughter who meets a lovely red headed advice columnist who just happens to be werewolf.
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Good morning, Ryan, and welcome to Vision and Verse, the site for art and authors and those who love them. Can you tell us a little about what you’ve written?
The Flare Chronicles Series. The Flare Chronicles: Into the Blaze is currently out. I am signed to a traditional publisher which will republish this book and release book two at the same time in the summer of 2025.
What is your favorite genre to write?
Fantasy mixed with mystery and action
Favorite food.
Anything Italian.
Tea or coffee?
Tea unless my wife makes coffee.
Pizza or ice cream?
Pizza unless it is Dairy Queen ice cream
Wine or beer or soda or what?
Mt. Dew
Where would you like to visit?
Everywhere in the world. I love traveling.
Favorite musical artist.
Joe Diffie
Do you listen to music when you write?
Yes, I do.
Normally, imagine dragons, country music, and some Pitbull.
What makes you laugh?
My three boys or something that is good news.
This is an Art and Author website, so I am obligated to ask -
Favorite work of art or sculpture.
I don’t have a favorite one. I enjoy all art.
That’s a very respectable answer!
How old were you when you started writing?
I was 14.
Do you plan out your book with outlines and notecards? Or just write?
In some parts, I do plan out so the storyline fits, but in others, I don’t. I do try to think of where it is heading and where I want it to go.
Describe your perfect evening.
I would spend it on a beach with my wife and kids or traveling to somewhere unknown, soaking up what life has to offer.
Where do you get your inspiration?
My 8th-grade teacher started my writing, but I also use my family, real-life events, and past experiences.
What do you do when you get a writer's block?
I have never gotten writer’s block.
Who is your favorite author?
Brian Jacques, Margaret Weis, and Tracy Hickman.
Best book you ever read.
The Dragonlance Series
Last book you read.
Murtagh
What would you do for a living if you
weren’t a writer?
Currently, I work in IT/Pilot, but I would be an explorer or traveler if I didn’t write.
Who is the one person who has influenced your personal life the most, and why?
This would be my 8th-grade teacher, to whom I dedicated the first book. She truly inspired me to write something unique and different. She was also very kind and pushed me to follow my dreams.
If you could sit down and have a conversation with ONE person, living or dead, real or fictional, who would it be and why?
Brian Jacques because it took him years to get his name out there. I would ask how he did it after many years of writing.
What advice would you give someone who aspired to be a writer?
Keep following your dream no matter the ups and downs, the people who tell you can’t do it, the hard times, and the good times. Be the change and stand in the crowd. I am always here to help in any way I can.
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Lee Child’s has done it again. Eleven Numbers is a short story for people who enjoy puzzles. It brings to mind the Cold War, remember when Russia was the bad guy before they were the good guy before they were the bad guy before that. A concise, tightly woven plot written with a math nerd hero you can’t help but love, this story that will get under your skin and confuse your good guy/bad guy guidelines. It will make you think… and maybe shudder.
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Robert Sarsony was born in 1938 and is a self taught painter. Sarsony's style is called Modern American Realism. He has been inspired by book and magazine illustrations from the 1920 's through the 1940s. Subjects range from silent movie photographs and pictures of important historical events to reproductions taken from period children's books. Sarsony also portrays figure and landscape subjects with an attention to light effects that give his canvases an impressionistic air. In His Own Words "I've done quite a few model paintings. It seems I always have another idea or pose for what I call my "Model Series". The titles usually begin with "Model". Sometimes the model is taking a critical look at the work in progress on the easel. At other times I show the model dressing or undressing or just resting. In my "Deco Series" the subject is usually shown with a few objects that suggest a setting against a white background. In the "Post Card Series” I combine images of early cars, planes, ships, etc with images of old post cards, playing cards or other early collectable cards from cereal boxes or cigarette packs. Mostly I use images of girls--sometimes based on actual cards and sometimes invented. The cards are painted so they appear to be real cards tucked into the frame of the painting.  |
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47-O is a sci-fi tale about the male humanoid in tank number 47-O at an Ohio cryogenic facility who is suddenly needed back home to avert a planet-wide crisis. His emergency thaw is activated.
But while he struggles to regain his strength, forces are gathering against him.
Meanwhile, 47-O feels a strong attraction to Dr. Olivia Bellamy, granddaughter of the man who put him in the cryogenic tube long ago to save his life. Granddaughter Olivia bears a strong resemblance to her grandmother.
This story began its life on Vella, Amazon's episodic reading platform that has yet to open up worldwide. It is still on Vella, in the event of worldwide publication. But in the meantime, it is also available in kindle and paperback format.
Amazon Link:
https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/episode/B094K1JW1Q
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Frozen
William Ulysses Bellamy, President, Founder, and CEO of the Bellamy Scientific Cryogenic Foundation of Cascade Falls, Ohio, lay peacefully asleep in a hospital bed in what was once the elegant formal dining room of Bellamy Manor, his palatial mansion high atop the hill, where he lived alone with his equally ancient housekeeper Rose. He was unaware that an incident transpiring at that very moment in the cryolab he created to save lives long, long ago would alter human life on Planet Earth forever.
“Liv!” shouted Dr. Travis Jefferson. “Liv, we’ve got a problem.”
“What is it, Travis?” asked Dr. Olivia Bellamy, granddaughter of William Bellamy, as she looked up from her computer screen in the lab.
“Emergency tube alarm. Somebody’s thawing out.”
“That can’t be right. We have no tube extractions scheduled for today, tomorrow, or the rest of this week,” she said. “That’s odd. It must be a malfunction.”
“Worse than that. I can’t find our noisy little trouble-maker anywhere.”
“That’s not only odd, Travis, that’s impossible. All our tubes are digitally numbered and coded. I did it all myself. I double checked everything a number of times. The tubes are constantly monitored since our last technological update in 2017.”
“Well…not this one.”
“Let me see.” Olivia walked over to scan his computer monitor. “No. This can’t be right. Look. All our numbers are all three-digits, starting with 100, right?”
“Yes,” nodded Travis.
“Well, this one says… seven. Seven out of forty-seven, capital O.”
“And where do you think lucky Number Seven could be lurking?” asked Travis.
“I’ll start in the lower level,” said Liv. “You start on the top floor. If Number Seven is in here, we’ll find him.”
With flashlight in hand, Liv took the freight elevator down to the basement and slowly walked up and down the dank aisles rarely used anymore for anything except storage, looking for a puddle of liquid seeping from a tube, a bad connection, or evidence of wire damage.
No tubes. No puddles. Nothing. Nothing seemed disturbed or out of place. As she approached the back wall, she heard the faint beeping of the emergency tube alarm. She followed it to a dead end. Pressing her ear up to the back wall, she found a spot where the alarm sounded a bit louder. However, there was no doorway.
Moving to the end of the wall, Liv noticed a large empty bookcase propped up and shimmed tightly against the wall. She tugged at it. Though large and clumsy, it was not heavy. It fell away easily. She discovered a small doorway. The alarm was definitely emitting from inside this tiny space.
She shined her flashlight around the small room. It appeared to be completely empty. Liv found the light switch. The walls were empty except for the left-hand corner closest to the doorway, where everything was conspicuously piled high in an otherwise empty room.
Liv pulled away tarps and layers of insulating blankets. Another old bookcase or two and some old 2x4s needed a push to fall away from an old model cryopreservation tank attached to the wall.
Resembling an old-fashioned hot water tank, but with a glass section, the beeping tank was still full of greenish liquid. A body hung suspended in the solution. She groped around the bottom of the side of the tank to feel for leaks. No leaks. She turned off the alarm.
Hanging from the side of the tank, hidden from sight, she felt a makeshift tag. It appeared to be made from a piece of an old manila folder with a note scrawled in her grandfather’s handwriting. Liv shoved it in her pocket and turned her attention back to the form in the tank.
“Well, what do we have here? So here you are, noisy Mr. Seven, hiding in the corner, in the dark, in the back, behind some old bookcases, under layers of tarps. My, you are one tall, skinny, good-looking dude, aren’t you? Where did you come from? And why are you in hiding in the basement? Come on, let’s get you to the lab,” Liv whispered to the body in the tube.
She pulled the wheeled tube forward and disconnected it from the wall. She carefully wheeled the tube through the low, narrow doorway to the elevator.
Soon she had him in the lab, connected to the wall panel monitoring his vital signs, among other things. She stood there staring at the oddly handsome fellow.
Nurse Bethany Jensen approached.
“Nothing was malfunctioning. There was no reason for the alarm,” said Liv.
“That’s strange. I never remember that happening before,” said Bethany.
“Neither do I. But now that the thawing process has begun, we have no choice but to pull him out. I’ve got to get back to work. I have operating expense records to get ready for a midnight deadline for the peering eyes of the finance committee.”
“We’re not in financial trouble, are we?”
“Hell, no. We’re in great shape. But the board is becoming more and more obsessed with the idea of putting someone in charge of overseeing all our daily expenditures. They want someone to approve or deny every single bandage, syringe, and gallon of liquid vitamin base I purchase.
“I know they miss having my grandfather at the helm of day-to-day operations. He’s considered a miracle man by their standards. He started out with only five hundred dollars and an out of this world idea and he built this multi-billion-dollar facility single-handedly.
“And some are still old-fashioned enough to believe his granddaughter can handle the science part of this place with no problem, but not the money part without the help of a man.”
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