Blog Tour: Guest Post and Giveaway with Author Pesi Dinnerstein

LOOKING FOR GOD IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES
by Pesi Dinnerstein

As anyone who has read my book — or even seen the title — would suspect, I love parables about lost keys; and the following is one of my favorites:

A policeman sees a man frantically searching for something beneath a street light and stops to see what’s going on. The distraught man explains that he has just lost his only set of keys. The policeman takes pity on him and offers to help. After a thorough but fruitless search, the policeman finally asks the man if he can remember exactly where he was standing when he dropped his keys. Without hesitation, the man points to the parking lot across the street.

“But if you lost your keys on that side of the street,” the bewildered policeman

asks, “why are you looking for them on this side?”

“Well, why not?” the man replies, “The light is so much better here.”

And that pretty well sums up my spiritual journey.

I’ve spent most of my life searching for God where the light was brightest—only to discover that He seems to prefer meeting in the dark.

My vision of a spiritual experience has generally tended toward the beautiful and serene: a meditative walk by the ocean, a quiet evening with an inspiring book, a communal gathering of fellow seekers. But sometimes it takes a bit more discomfort to create a real opening. And although I prefer the gentle approach, I can see that sweetness and light don’t always get you there.

In fact, one of my most profound breakthroughs occurred during a near-violent, middle-of-the-night encounter with piles of dirty laundry that had followed me halfway across the world. (See Chapter Eight of A Cluttered Life.) This was all the more ironic because I was certain that my clutter represented the single greatest obstacle on my spiritual path—and, here, it turned out to be the catalyst for a major shift in my relationship with God.

Apparently, it doesn’t take a life-and-death crisis or a weighty challenge to bring about transformation. If anything, those extreme situations often produce a level of spiritual contact that’s nearly impossible to sustain when things returns to normal. More often, it’s those humbling slices of everyday life—the moments when we feel overwhelmed, confused, vulnerable, unable to cope—that create real and lasting change.

In my case, an unsettling confrontation with my clutter was all I needed to push me past my own limits. Once we reach that breaking point and recognize that we’re no longer in control, the door to spiritual possibility flies open. After all, if we’re not running the show anymore, Someone higher and wiser hopefully is. And that’s the light I’m looking for.

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About the Book:

A Cluttered Life:  Searching for God, Serenity, and My Missing Keys
by Pesi Dinnerstein
Publication Date: August 2011
Publisher: Seal Press
ISBN: 978-1580053105
311 pages

A Cluttered Life tells the story of Pesi Dinnerstein’s touching, quirky, and often comic search for order and simplicity amid an onslaught of relentless interruptions.  When a chance encounter with an old acquaintance opens her eyes to the extent to which disorder has crept into every corner of her existence, she begins a quest to free herself of the excess baggage she carries with her and finds—to her great surprise—that the answers she has spent a lifetime searching for lie within her own piles of clutter.

Dinnerstein’s battle with chaos takes her on an odyssey of self-discovery that leads from the mess spilling out of her closets and the backseat of her car to the more subtle forms of disorder in her everyday life and, finally, to the most hidden expressions deep within herself.  In the end—with the help of devoted friends, a twelve-step recovery program, and a bit of Kabbalistic wisdom—her struggle with the things of this world is transformed from a distraction along the way into its own journey of healing and personal growth.  At turns insightful, unsettling, and wildly funny, A Cluttered Life describes how one woman found her true self—and spiritual clarity—while trying to make sense of her muddled world.

Purchase the book from Amazon (I will receive a small commission if you click through my link and make any purchase at Amazon. I do appreciate your support.)

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About the Author:

Pesi Dinnerstein (a.k.a. Paulette Plonchak) has written selections for the best-selling series Small Miracles, by Yitta Halberstam and Judith Leventhal, and has contributed to several textbooks and an anthology of short stories.

Dinnerstein recently retired as a full-time faculty member of the City University of New York, where she taught language skills for close to thirty years. She has been an aspiring author and self-acknowledged clutterer for many years, and has spent the better part of her life trying to get organized and out from under. Despite heroic efforts, she has not yet succeeded; but she continues to push onward, and hopes that her journey will inspire others to keep trying as well.   

For more information visit www.aclutteredlife.com and www.sealpress.com.

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Giveaway:

The giveaway has ended. The winner is: Louis U! Congratulations!

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Guest Post: Debra Stang, author of Hospice Tails

Telling the Stories Closest to Your Heart
by Debra Stang

Long before my newest book, Hospice Tails, went to press, the stories existed in scribbled notes in my journals. In fact, when I reviewed my journals prior to writing Hospice Tails, I was surprised to unearth several stories that had slipped my mind.

I’ve kept a journal on and off for the last twenty years, because I know the passage of time and day-to-day events can obscure or twist even our most important memories. Sometimes especially our most important memories.

At the time I started keeping a journal, I was going through a series of deep depressive episodes that would eventually be diagnosed as bipolar disorder. The episodes robbed me of any joy or memories of joy I had ever experienced.

In self-defense, I started writing about the happy times in my life so that when the depression came again, I would have proof in my own handwriting that happiness was possible and that I had actually felt it on this date or that date. The idea worked, and my episodes of depression grew more manageable.

If you want to share the stories that are closest to your heart, keeping a journal is an excellent way to begin. How you feel about an incident now may be very different about how you feel from it five years from now, or ten. Your recollection for the details may also grow hazy or blurred, so if you want to write your true story, it’s good to be able to record your memories, thoughts, and feelings as close as possible to the time an incident happened.

When you keep a journal, you don’t have to focus on using perfect grammar or telling an awe-inspiring story. Tune out your inner editor, and don’t censor yourself. If you’re angry, let your anger escape onto the page. Nobody but you will ever see your journal, and it’s important to be honest.

If you’re having trouble getting started with journaling, try these journaling prompts that have helped me through the years. You don’t have to use all of them, just the ones that speak to your mind and heart:

  • What made you smile today?
  • What made you angry today?
  • What happened today that gave you hope?
  • What happened today that made you feel hopeless?
  • What made you sat today?
  • What made you feel gratitude today?
  • Write about something or someone in your life that wish would go away.
  • Write about something or someone in your life that you never want to forget.
  • What was your very strongest feeling today? What caused it? How did you experience it in your body?

The more details you capture in your journal, the more access you’ll have to those important memories if and when you decide to begin sharing some of those stories with readers.

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About Debra Stang:

In addition to her parents and two sisters, Debra’s family includes four cats. The current crew includes a grouchy nine-year-old named Achilles; an orange tabby and alpha male named, appropriately enough, Alexander, and a black and white long-haired cat with attitude named Leroux. Then there’s the foster cat named Pumpkin. Of course it all started with a three-month-old brown-and-gray tabby named Calypso who had strong feeling about most people. And not warm fuzzy feelings. Calypso even had the dubious honor of being banned by not one, but two vets.

When not caring for cats or writing, Debra spent many years as a social worker. She worked with AIDS patients, emergency room patients, and those with Alzheimer’s. Her final years as a social worker were spent with hospice patients. Although some would view that as a depressing job Debra chose to view herself as a catalyst helping people make their final hopes and dreams come true. Sometimes it was making up with a family member after a decades long feud or leaving behind the stress of the office to reconnect with another aspect of their personality.

Debra took a clue from her patients and recently decided her writing – for years a part-time career – couldn’t wait any longer. Worried she would become one of those people who would one day say, “I wish I had…” she handed in her resignation and is now living her dream as a full time writer.

Visit her website http://www.debrastang.net and blog http://debrastangfreelancewriter.typepad.com/

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About Hospice Tails:

Hospice Tails shares the stories of those without voices. This books tells the stories of fourteen pets and the role they played when their loved one was ill or dying. The stories range from sad to touching to downright hysterical. There was King, who had the hospice nurses very nervous. Until they realized he was a lap dog in a pit bull’s body. Jasper and Jackie, Amazon parrots who put on a daily concert for their owner, even on the last day of his life. As an Alzheimer’s patient’s world shrunk Washington, a golden retriever, became the only “person” he recognized. This book is ideal for animal lovers as well as those who are caretakers—either as a profession or for a loved one.

Stop back tomorrow for my review!

Guest Post & Giveaway with Author Gillian Bagwell

I’d like to welcome Gillian Bagwell here to Crazy-for-Books today with a guest post and giveaway of her newest novel, The September Queen! Welcome, Gillian!

Jane Lane and the Royal Miracle
by Gillian Bagwell

During the course of my research for The Darling Strumpet, my novel about Nell Gwynn, I learned about an episode in the life of Charles II long before Nell Gwynn came into his life – his six-week odyssey trying to escape from England after his defeat by Cromwell at the Battle of Worcester on September 3, 1651. One of the most intriguing aspects of the story was that an ordinary English girl named Jane Lane had risked her life to help Charles and protect the future of the monarchy. She was famous for a short time after Charles was restored to the throne, but amazingly, her story has never been told in fiction before.

Charles’s father, Charles I, was executed in 1649, and the young Charles was in exile, bouncing between France, Holland, and Jersey, one of the Channel Islands off the coast of France. When Scotland offered an army to help him take back his throne, he readily agreed, and he marched across the border into England in late August. But he was already outnumbered, and by the time he and his exhausted troops limped into Worcester, he had lost many men to desertion, and failed to gain as many English supporters as he had hoped.

The 21-year-old Charles began the morning of September 3 atop Worcester Cathedral, surveying the landscape and Cromwell’s troops approaching from the south. He and his supporters knew that all their hopes rested on that day, and Charles thought that for him, the outcome would be “a crown or a coffin.”

Their bloody rout by the Roundheads ended the Royalist cause. Once Charles had been convinced that the best he could do was survive, he fled as his supporters made a last ferocious stand, and legendarily dashed out the back door of his lodgings as the enemy entered at the front, slipping out the last unguarded city gate.

From that disastrous night until he finally sailed for France from Shoreham near Brighton on October 15, he was on the run, sheltered and aided by dozens of people – mostly simple country folks and very minor gentry – who not only could have earned the enormous reward of £1000 offered for his capture, but risked their lives to help the fugitive king, who had been proclaimed a traitor.

One of Charles’s companions during his flight from Worcester on September 3 was the Earl of Derby, who had recently been sheltered at a house called Boscobel in Shropshire. He suggested that the king might hide there until he could find a way out of England.

Portrait of Jane Lane used courtesy of
the National Trust, Photo by Tony Wilcox

Jane Lane, a young woman of about 25 years old, lived at Bentley Hall in Staffordshire, not far from Boscobel. She became involved in the king’s flight because she had a pass allowing her and a manservant to travel the hundred miles to visit a friend near Bristol – a major port where the king might board a ship. Her brother, Colonel John Lane, had served under Charles’s companion Lord Wilmot, who was with him and trying desperately to get him to safety.

In a story that sounds like something out of fiction, Charles disguised himself as Jane’s servant, and Jane rode pillion (sitting sidesaddle behind him while he rode astride) along roads traveled by cavalry patrols searching for Charles, through villages where the proclamation describing him and offering a reward for his capture was posted, and among hundreds of people who, if they recognized him, had every reason to turn him in and none – but loyalty to the outlawed monarchy – to help him.

It was an improbable scheme. Charles was six feet two inches tall and very dark complexioned, not at all common looking for an Englishman of that time. And yet time after time he rode right under the noses of Roundhead soldiers without being recognized. He narrowly eluded discovery and capture so many times that the whole event eventually became known as the Royal Miracle.

He was in grave danger of capture and death throughout his 600-mile journey (which can be recreated by following the Monarch’s Way footpath), but the experience was strongly formative.  After his restoration to the throne he told the story frequently for the rest of his life, and the hardships he endured gave him an understanding of the common people such as no other king had had.

About the Author

Photo by Brendan Elms

Gillian Bagwell’s second novel, The September Queen, the first fictional accounting of the story of Jane Lane, was released on November 1. Please visit her website, www.gillianbagwell.com, to read more about her books and read her blog, Jane Lane and the Royal Miracle www.theroyalmiracle.blogspot.com, which recounts her research adventures and the daily episodes in Charles’s escape after Worcester.
 
 

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Giveaway

Thanks to the author, I have 1 copy of The September Queen to give away to a reader in the USA or CANADA!

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Trick & Treat SPOOKtacular – Final Day: Guest Post & Giveaway from Author Maggie Barbieri!

Welcome to the final day of the Trick & Treat SPOOKtacular, hosted by myself & Lori from Lori’s Reading Corner!

Every day, from now through Halloween, a different author will be stopping by for a guest post with a giveaway. On one of our blogs you will find a TRICK post and on the other blog you will find a TREAT post, both written by the same author. Each author has generously donated at least two copies of one of their titles for us to give away. The entry form is the same on both blogs, so you may enter on one blog, or you can double your chances and enter on both blogs. Check the bottom of the post for the rest of the authors that will be posting here during our Trick & Treat SPOOKtacular.

At the end of our SPOOKtacular, Lori & I will be giving away one BIG treat! Make sure to check back on Halloween for all of the details and to enter for your chance to win.

Our final Trick & Treater is MAGGIE BARBIERI!  Be sure to check out Lori’s blog to read Maggie’s other post and double your chances of winning the giveaway!

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I was talking to child #2, a rambunctious 12-year-old boy, about Halloween. He was stuck, not having any blessed idea as to what he could dress up as for his favorite holiday. I suggested my old standby, a hobo.

“What’s a hobo, Mom?”

“Well, it’s a guy who rides the rails with a pouch attached to a stick, his worldly belongings in the pouch.”

“Why is he riding the rails? And what are rails?”

“The railroad. He’s riding because he’s got the traveling jones. And no job.”

“So, he’s homeless.”

“Yes, I guess you could call him that.”

“Mom, that’s not very politically correct.”

Suffice it to say that we were in the car, on our way to Party City to purchase a costume before I could go into the politics of Herbert Hoover, explain what “Hooverville” was, or why the Great Depression created more hobos than any other historical event in our nation’s history.

We purchased a gladiator costume, true meaning of which child #2 did not know either. When he donned it, and I pretended to be a Christian hiding from the Romans who would surely throw me to the lions, he looked confused and singularly unimpressed by my acting performance. I was still bristling over the fact that we had to buy a costume and was trying to make the best of a less-than-stellar situation.

All of this talk of costumes got me thinking about my costumes of the past. Thanks to a very creative aunt and a genius of a seamstress across the street from my house, I had some pretty wonderful get ups. Here’s a sampling with only one picture. Very few pictures exist because…well, I could lie…but my mom got lazy with the camera. (Sorry, Mom!)

1. Rudy Vallee: My ingenious aunt found a size 60 beaver coat that had belonged to her Aunt May. I donned that, even though it was about three hundred sizes too big, was given a pennant to wave, a megaphone to carry, a hat to wear and sneakers to put on my feet and I was transformed into the megaphone crooner of the 1920s. So what that nobody knew who I was, this being the mid-70’s? I was dressed unlike any other trick or treater and was in my glory.

2. A Can-Can girl: My seamstress neighbor had made a dozen or so Can-Can girl outfits for a church show that was being mounted at St. Catherine’s (my home parish) and tailored one costume so that it fit my pre-teen body to a tee. Mom curled my hair and let me go crazy with the blue eye shadow and poof! Insta-Can-Can girl. I went to a Halloween party at the roller rink where I certainly would have won first place—even the cool girls thought so—but since I couldn’t skate and was unable to sashay around the judges, I wasn’t even entered. Another one of life’s shattering disappointments.

3. A Nun: No Catholic childhood would be complete without a few hours dressed as a nun or a priest. In my case, I was fully habited in a floor-length habit with a white rope around my waist. Think six-year-old flying nun and you’ll get a visual. A whole gaggle of us neighborhood girls—thanks to the creativity of the aforementioned seamstress neighbor—were transformed into a little squad of sisters, trolling the neighborhood for candy. The interesting thing? No one looked twice—maybe because there was a convent in our town?

Here’s a shot of the Can-Can outfit, my siblings, and the neighbor kids (the ones whose mom crafted most of our costumes). See, not a store-bought one among them. Those were the days, right?

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About the Author
Maggie Barbieri is the author of the Murder 101 series, which is comprised of Murder 101 (2006); Extracurricular Activities (2007), Quick Study (2008), Final Exam (2009), Third Degree (2010) and Physical Education (2011).  She lives in the New York metro area/Hudson Valley with her husband, and two children. By day she’s a writer and editor of college textbooks.

Website ~ http://maggiebarbieri.com/
Facebook ~ https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1072162165
Twitter ~ http://twitter.com/#!/MaggieBarbieri
http://thestilettogang.blogspot.com/

Giveaway
Thanks to the author, we have two autographed copies of Third Degree to give away to lucky readers in the USA!

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Trick & Treat SPOOKtacular Day #11: Guest Post & Giveaway from Author Michele Scott!

Welcome to the eleventh day of the Trick & Treat SPOOKtacular, hosted by myself & Lori from Lori’s Reading Corner!

Every day, from now through Halloween, a different author will be stopping by for a guest post with a giveaway. On one of our blogs you will find a TRICK post and on the other blog you will find a TREAT post, both written by the same author. Each author has generously donated at least two copies of one of their titles for us to give away. The entry form is the same on both blogs, so you may enter on one blog, or you can double your chances and enter on both blogs. Check the bottom of the post for the rest of the authors that will be posting here during our Trick & Treat SPOOKtacular.

At the end of our SPOOKtacular, Lori & I will be giving away one BIG treat! Make sure to check back on Halloween for all of the details and to enter for your chance to win.

Our eleventh Trick & Treater is MICHELE SCOTT! Today she is providing you with the same post for both me and Lori, but be sure to check out Lori’s blog to double your chances of winning the giveaway!

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Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays. First off, I have a major sweet tooth. I LOVE candy. There aren’t too many candies I don’t like. I used to love candy korn. I would actually eat each little section separately—you know—bite the little white piece off, then the yellow and finally the orange. Yes, I have always been weird. Then there were those candy cigarettes. I don’t think they sell those anymore. I hope not anyway. I mean who ever thought that was a good idea? Let’s make candy cigarettes and sell to small children. But then again, it was a different time. I used to smoke the hell out of those things. They are the only ciggies I have ever smoked. My favorite candy had to be and probably still is a Snickers bar. What is there not to love about a Snickers? Caramel, nuts, nugget (what the hell is that anyway? I’m not even certain how to spell it but it sure tastes good), and chocolate. Oh God I can taste it now.

Aside from the candy and costumes, which I can’t remember too many of other than the Princess one my mother sewed and I wanted to wear every day after Halloween until infinity, the best part about Halloween as a kid for me was the animals. Yes, I wrote animals. If you know me then you know I am basically an animal freak. I tried to think of a trick I had played as a kid for this blog and the only one I could come up with was the Halloween night that I “rescued” a kitty. He just followed me. I swear they did. My parents believed it anyway. My favorite cat who I named Pinto followed me from the neighbors at the top of the street. I thought he was homeless. Really I did. I didn’t coax him at all. Okay, so maybe my friends and I repeated, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” over and over again until Pinto came home with me and lived at our house as my cat. Oh and maybe I picked him up and carried him a good way down the street. I now feel kind of guilty that two years after the fact that the neighbors who “owned” him spotted him at our house. They thought he’d been eaten by a coyote. Nah. It was just a kid who wanted another cat. The neighbors didn’t claim him though. I mean, who really ever owns a cat anyway? I have brought many animals home over the years. I still do. Last year I brought three yearling fillies home.  Hey—they were free. They aren’t exactly free anymore because they eat a lot, but they sure are sweet and cute. I think over the years I have found a couple of dogs, three cats, and now the fillies. I can say that the best Halloween treat I ever had was that little black and white kitty cat who I named Pinto. If you’re reading this, Mom and Dad, I’m sorry. Really I am. TRICK!

Here is a tasty and easy recipe that I like to make this time of year. And keeping in line with a little Nikki Sands (who will be back on the scene Summer 2012) I have paired it with a nice wine.

Fiery Pumpkin Soup (it’s not too spicy. Swear and that’s not a trick)
Serves 8

  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 medium onion, chopped
  • 1 stalk celery, chopped
  • 2 serrano chiles, chopped (use 1 if you want less heat. Also, seeds add heat, so it’s up to you how fiery you want your soup to be. Less heat-take out the seeds)
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
  • 1 teaspoon cumin
  • ½ a small can of Ortega green chilis.
  • 4 cups fresh roasted pumpkin (You may substitute an equal amount of canned pumpkin for the fresh roasted pumpkin if desired).
  • 4 cups chicken stock
  • 1 teaspoon honey
  • 3/4 cup heavy cream
  • juice of one lime
  • salt to taste
  • pomegranate arils
  • Cotija cheese
  • Cilantro Pepita Pesto (recipe below)

Heat a large soup pot or dutch oven over medium-low heat. Add the olive oil and let heat. Add onions and celery and cook, stirring occasionally for about ten minutes or until vegetables are softened. Add serrano chiles and garlic and cook, stirring, for another couple minutes.  Add smoked paprika and cumin and cook, stirring, for 30 seconds. Add Ortega chile, roasted pumpkin, chicken stock, and honey. Turn up heat, stir, and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and let soup simmer, stirring occasionally, for about 30 minutes. Puree soup in batches in a blender or in the pot using an immersion blender. Return soup to the pot (if necessary) and stir in the cream. Add the lime juice and salt to taste (I used a little more than a teaspoon of salt).  Reheat over low heat before serving. Garnish with Cilantro Pepita Pesto (recipe below), fresh pomegranate arils and crumbled cotija cheese (may substitute feta). Serve with fresh lime wedges.

Cilantro Pepita Pesto
(adapted from 101 Cookbooks)

  • 1/3 cup toasted pepitas (hulled pumpkin seeds)
  • 1 cup loosely packed cilantro
  • 1 clove garlic, minced
  • 1/3 cup grated parmesan cheese
  • 2 tablespoons lime juice
  • 2/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil
  • salt to taste

Blend pepitas, cilantro, garlic, parmesan, and lime juice in a blender or food processor (or using an immersion blender). With blender running, slowly add olive oil. Blend until fairly smooth then season with salt to taste.

If you like wine like I do, then pair this soup with The Yalumba Eden Valley Viognier 2010. It displays all the essence of the Viognier variety. It has pure aromas of apricot nectar, honeysuckle and orange. The palate is long, rich and luscious, with intense stone fruit – particularly apricots – and finishing with an aromatic citrus freshness. Perfect for food with a little heat.

This wine will continue to grow and develop in the bottle, firstly showing enhanced apricot and spice flavors, before developing honey flavors and toast after approximately two years.

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About the Author

I started writing when I was nine-years-old. I used to write short stories on my dad’s notepads. One day he read one and he said to me, “You are a writer.” It stuck. My dad is still my biggest supporter and he is also my mentor in many ways. I went to college at The University of Southern California. My parents though didn’t think that “creative writing” at USC was a major that would likely be lucrative in the long run, so I figured I would be logical and look at writing in the journalistic field. God (the Universe), etc. had a different plan for me. Soon after I graduated from USC I gave birth to my first son. He was six weeks premature and he had some health issues, which caused me to decide that going into a career at that time would not benefit my son. So, I stayed home with him and I wrote my first book. That first book is tucked away in a box somewhere because it’s pretty darn bad, but it gave me the confidence I needed to know that I could start, write, and finish a book. From that point on, it took me twelve years to become a published author and several manuscripts. It has been a wonderful and amazing process, and although many challenges have presented themselves along the way, I have never quit writing. It is my passion!

My other passion is Horses. These amazing animals are very dear to my heart and I have been known to take in “strays.” My daughter and I are very active in the horse world. My daughter is involved in pony club and three day eventing.

I enjoy work with other writers when I can , especially kids. I designed a program for young writers to help them learn how to write short stories and picture books to writing complete novellas for older kids. I have mentored several students now and it’s a joyful experience to see young writers and their creative minds at work. It is something I am working on expanding with some local teachers in my area.

Family and friends are extremely important to me. I am the proud mother of three amazing kids who have always supported me and are just great, awesome human beings (yes, I know I sound like every mother in the world about their kids, but I really mean it). My husband is my best friend and a very patient man, which is a real positive—he is married to a writer after all. We also have three dogs, a kitty, and eight horses.

When not writing, riding, or being a taxi-cab driver for my youngest, I try to find time to do a little yoga, meditate or cooking. I love cookbooks and cooking!

Website ~ http://michelescott.com/
Blog ~ http://adventuresnwriting.blogspot.com/
Facebook ~ https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1456213446
Twitter ~ https://twitter.com/#!/michelescott1
Email – Michele AT MicheleScott DOT com

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Giveaway

The author has graciously donated a copy of Daddy’s Home (print or ecopy) or Covert Reich (new book – print or ecopy) to 2 lucky winners anywhere in the world!

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