Val Muller

The Electronic Wordsmith

This book follows an archeologist from Long Island as she travels to Scotland to investigate a recently-discovered Viking ship buried beneath the earth. She feels a strange compulsion toward the ship and its artifacts and soon discovers that the ship contains living residents—1200-year-old residents—who have been preserved to continue the epic battle of good versus evil against the evil sorcerer-king (who has also been around for a while).

The book achieves subtle humor with its matter-of-fact treatment of the events. The warriors awaken from the ruins, realize it’s been 1200 years, and continue on about their day. They accept things fairly easily, likening our technology to the magic they had in their day (which they bring with them in their quest). The sorcerer-king’s modern black tower (a skyscraper) is likened to a castle. There are also two chthonic spirits (Zxerp and Prexz) whose “magic” meshes quite well with the modern electrical grid. In one instance they eat an electronic message. There’s a shapeshifter, magic that turns riffles into daffodils, and a wizard that can translate languages.

Fans of Beowulf and its related history will enjoy this book: there are numerous allusions to the epic tale and related mythology (mention of the whale-road, for example, as well as referring to the 14-passenger van needed to transport the Viking warriors around Scotland as “Sleipnir” after Odin’s warhorse). Those with no background might feel a bit lost at times.

I found the story compelling. My only criticism is the same criticism I have for pieces with dry humor. I have to be in the right mood to appreciate dry or matter-of-fact humor. I can’t be in a bored, tired, or angry mood when reading it. As a result, it took me longer than usual to read this book (I had to wait until I was in the right mindset). The other thing that troubled me was the largely omniscient point of view—the story skipped quickly from one group of people to the next, allowing us an almost omniscient understanding of what was happening to each character and when. To me, though, this made it difficult to stick with just one character and keep track of all the nuances involved. Maybe slowing the pace a bit and sticking with one character for longer would have made me relate a bit more.

Still, it was an enjoyable read. I liked the references to Viking culture and the humorous way the Vikings interact in our world. My favorite scene is when the warriors hole up in a castle and are surrounded by armed policemen. They are excited for a battle and are disappointed to see that each warrior will only have to kill one policeman to win the fight. They Vikings throw javelins at the officers, intentionally missing as a (failed) way of tempting the officers into battle. Shortly after, another group is in a museum trying to retrieve an artifact (that belongs to one of the warriors). They are forced to listen to a tour guide blatantly misinterpret elements of their artifact, and their reaction is quite enjoyable!

I would recommend the book for people who like adventure books and history. If you’ve never read Beowulf or studied Viking culture, you will miss out on a lot of what makes this book a rich read.

Welcome to the Spot Writers. Each week we’ll be adding to the story begun by Val Muller a few weeks ago. The story is heating up!

 

This week is Chapter 4 written by Cathy MacKenzie. Check out her e-books at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack.

 

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Next week’s contribution will be by R.C. Bonitz,  author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, both available from Amazon or B & N. He’s looking forward to the release of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, due in Sept.

 

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Chapter 4

 

“Remy, I’ll ask you again. I need Mr. Walker’s file,” Dr. Kendrick said.

When the doctor rapped his knuckles on the desk, Remy finally bolted to attention.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll get it right now.” Remy knew she flushed a bright red. Jeepers, she thought, what’s with me? I’ve never been this disoriented at work before. But she knew the problem. Jeremy. And Barbara. How could she forget Barbara? For some reason, she couldn’t get either one out of her mind.

She felt her forehead and wondered if she were coming down with something. She wiped her hand across her skirt, before selecting the patient’s file from the large wall unit in the file room.

When she returned to the reception area, Dr. Kendrick had disappeared. She figured he had gone back into the examining room. She slipped the file into the slot on the door and rapped lightly to let him know it was there.

Irene had called in sick, so Remy was alone in the office. She glanced around the waiting room. Four patients, and it was barely 9:00 a.m. She sighed. It was going to be a long day. She grabbed her mirror from the desk drawer, turned away from the patients, and examined her face. Yes, she was definitely flushed. And sweaty. Too sweaty.

“Dr. Kendrick’s office,” Remy said, when the phone rang. There was no reply. “Hello.” Still no answer. She knew someone was there; she could hear breathing. “Dr. Kendrick’s office,” she repeated.

“Okay, then,” she mumbled, “be like that,” before delicately replacing the phone.

By the end of the day, the office phone had received three hang-ups, all showing as “unknown caller” on the display. One call might not be unusual, she thought, but three? Her mind immediately went to Jeremy and Barbara. Could it be one of them? But for what purpose? Then she realized they didn’t know where she worked, so it couldn’t have been them.

Remy’s stomach flip-flopped when Brian’s face flashed before her. He was her previous boyfriend, and he hadn’t been happy when she broke it off with him. They had had an on-again, off-again relationship for almost a year, and she knew his emotions were still raw. Could it be Brian calling? He lived the next town over, in Ridgemount, a good hour away. Distance was part of the reason for their breakup; he didn’t want to move and neither did she. The other reason was abuse, physical and mental. The latter was the main reason, of course. How could she commit to someone with a temper like his? She knew that was why she didn’t want to move to his community. Something held her back and after she initiated the break-up, she realized what it was. If she loved someone, an hour wouldn’t have been a problem. She could have commuted to her job or she could have found another job. Nurses and medical receptionists were in demand; she’d have no problem finding employment.

The last patient closed the door.

Dr. Kendrick appeared before her. Dr. Samuel Kendrick. Sam, as he liked to be called. The expression on his face made her realize she could be up to a job search very soon. She would relocate in a flash if she found someone she loved who lived in another town. There was nothing keeping her in Langford.

“How about a drink?” he asked. “Wind down from the day. I know it was hectic without Irene.”

“Ah…no, but thanks. I’m tired.” Why do I have to give him an excuse? No should be enough.

But “no” was never enough for Dr. Samuel Kendrick.

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I’m writing this post on the hottest day of the year. Literally. I’ve been visiting out West for the past three summers, and there is some truth to the “dry heat.” Here on the East Coast, the humidity is a killer. At a 7 a.m. book signing this morning, it was too hot for Leia, my corgi mascot, to help out. She had to stay safe in the air-conditioned kitchen.

But what about the opposite? What about the middle of the winter doldrums?And I’m not talking about the cheery time between Thanksgiving and Christmas when everyone is warmed by fairy dust and cocoa. I mean the cold, dark nothing between New Years and Spring, when the sun sets before we get home from work and the frost claims all life.

Which is worse? The question reminds me of that Robert Frost poem, and it’s an argument my husband and I have every year in the middle of winter and the middle of summer. Without the modern conveniences of heating or air conditioning, which is worse: the heat of summer or the cold of winter?

“You can always put on an extra layer,” my husband reminds me.

“You can always jump into water,” I say.

“You can overheat to death,” he says.

“Just like you can freeze.”

“Build a fire,” he says.

“What if you don’t have wood?” I asked. “And our townhome doesn’t have a fireplace,” I remind him.

A year and a half ago, I was stuck for 12 hours in a terrible traffic jam caused by snow. It was a terrible experience made worse by the cold and darkness of winter. I still shudder to think about it. But a few summers prior, my air conditioner broke during a heat wave, and I spent the days dousing myself with water and sitting under a tree in the back yard. If I had to relive the experience, I’d always choose sitting under a shady tree in 100-degree weather.

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Video Game Meets Fairy Tale
I would recommend this book for middle-grade readers just getting started in the fantasy genre, video game fans, and fans of plot-driven works. The book also contains lots of elements of video games—potions, quests, professions, etc.—that would resonate with video game fans.

The plot of this book moves along quickly, making it ideal for a young independent reader or a parent reading the book chapter-by-chapter to a child before bed. Almost right away, Queen Laurali of the Elves makes it clear that Halli, an 18-year-old dwarf, will play an important role in the story. She sends a messenger for the five other important characters while going to pick up Halli herself before setting off to defeat the evil ruler. And just like that, before we even settle in, the quest has begun.

I enjoy fantasy novels, but I’m often frustrated by being bogged down by too much detail. That said, in this story I was disappointed by the lack of detail. While the plot of this story is inherently engaging, the fairy-tale style of the story left it vulnerable to “telling” rather than “showing.” With almost no description in the first chapter, I was left to rely on stereotypes and my imagination to picture the elf and the dwarf. But there were plenty of opportunities for more detail. For instance, I would be interested in learning what Halli’s experiences in school were like. What happens at a dwarf school? I wasn’t told until the very end. We are also told that Halli has been quite shy her whole life, yet has been demonstrating the qualities of a Holy Paladin for years. I would have liked to see these traits in action, rather than rely on other characters to tell me they are so. The dwarf is also called “beautiful,” but we are never given a crystal clear description of her. I have only to rely on stereotypes I have seen/read about dwarfs–whose hardened, battle-ready features are usually not beautiful… We are also told about a love interest between Halli and another member of the party, but we are never shown the chemistry between them, even in innocuous ways, until the last chapter, so I feel like I’m missing out.

The other thing I would have appreciated would be shifting points of view. The story was told largely through an omniscient lens, which led to much telling rather than showing. I would have liked to get into more of the characters’ heads to experience what they were thinking and feeling. But then again, I am a fan of character-driven stories (and am guilty of falling asleep during action films in movie theatres!)

The benefit of this Spartan style, though, is that it’s a quick read. It’s only 114 pages, which is far shorter than most fantasy works. This would benefit reluctant readers and young readers who avoid long fantasy novels because of overly-dense description.

The strength of this story is the message. Presenting Halli as a role model, Buginsky is urging children to follow their inner flame, having confidence in their abilities and reaching their full potential. I would recommend this book for a parents and child to read together before bed—it would open the way for a positive discussion, or for a beginning independent reader, as the story focuses mostly on plot rather than description.

The book is marketed as young adult, but I think based on the level of detail presented, I would recommend the book for a younger crowd. I look forward to the next installment, but I hope the author adds a bit more detail.

Welcome to the Spot Writers. This week we’re continuing the story begun by Val Muller a few weeks ago. Where we left off, Remy was hoping to sneak a conversation with her new neighbor, Jeremy, when a blonde woman named Barbara showed up at Jeremy’s asking about… a wedding!

Our serial story doesn’t have a title yet… start thinking about some ideas because it smells like a contest might be coming up soon!

 This week’s story is by Val Muller, author of FOR WHOM MY HEART BEATS ETERNAL, a sci-fi romance, and CORGI CAPERS: DECEIT ON DORSET DRIVE, a mystery novel for young readers. Book Two will be released this October. 

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What about the wedding? Remy fumed. Here she had been having dreams all night about Jeremy, and all of a sudden this blonde shows up asking about a wedding? And hadn’t Jeremy walked her home the night before? Hadn’t he been sending her signals that he was interested? And here he was, engaged to Miss Blonde. Remy turned around to go inside and finish getting ready for work. She always fell for the wrong guys. Always.

“Remy,” Jeremy said.

Remy turned around briefly.

The blonde scowled. “You mean you know her?” she asked.

“Barbara, not now,” Jeremy said. “Remy, wait!”

But Remy wouldn’t have it. She turned and closed the door behind her—hard—and engaged the lock. She wanted nothing to do with her new neighbor or his fiancée. She stormed into the bathroom to finish her makeup. Why bother? she wondered as she applied her eyeliner. Not like there’s anyone I need to impress. Not anymore.

But she couldn’t help herself. Before she realized it, she was sneaking through her own living room and creeping over to the door. She peered out the peephole, but all she saw was a mop of blonde hair.

Barbara, she thought. My new least favorite word in the English language. Remy sighed and pressed her ear to the door.

“I was thinking lavender for the color of the bridesmaids’ gowns,” Barbara was saying. “Or maybe periwinkle. It matches these earrings my grandmother gave me.” She giggled. “And I could have a bouquet of blue flowers. You know the saying. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something–”

“Barbara, we broke up, remember?”

Barbara giggled as if Jeremy had made a joke. “Not after all the great times we had,” she said. “I even drove to my parents’ house to get my great-grandfather’s heirloom belt buckle. I brought it to the leather shop. They’re going to put a new leather strap on it for you. I was going to give you the belt as a gift on our wedding night. It’s a family heirloom. And then you can pass it on to our own grandkids  some day.”

“Grandkids?” Jeremy asked. “Look, Barbara, you’re a nice girl, but…”

“And look what else I did,” Barbara said.

Remy brought her eye to the keyhole again. The blonde mop of hair had moved closer to Jeremy, allowing Remy a better view of the situation. Barbara was reaching into her purse. She took out a small picture frame. “It’s our special napkin,” she explained.

“Napkin?” Jeremy asked. “Look, Barb. I got to get to work.”

Barbara looked at her watch. “You have plenty of time,” she said. “You haven’t been pulling into the parking lot at your job until 8:40. That means you have at least fifteen minutes before you have to leave.”

“How do you know what time I pull into my parking lot at work?” Jeremy asked.

Barbara didn’t answer. “See,” she said, pointing to the picture frame. “It’s our special napkin. You drew a heart on it during our first date. Then you kissed it and gave it to me.” She pointed again. “There’s the little barbeque stain from your cute little lips. Remember, you got the barbeque-cheddar club, and you ordered broccoli instead of fries, and you asked for the bacon on your sandwich to be extra crispy and…”

Remy watched the expression on Jeremy’s face turn to horror. Maybe he wasn’t into Barbara after all. Remy resolved to leave for work, interrupting their conversation and saving Jeremy from the awkward discussion. She went back to the kitchen for her bag. When she returned to the door, she had her hand on the door, all ready to turn the knob and save her cute neighbor from this psycho. But she listened for just another moment.

“…and that’s why we just need time apart,” Jeremy was saying. “I don’t think we’re healthy for each other. And we never really talked about a wedding,” he added.

“We mentioned it,” Barbara corrected. “And I know it might have just been pillow talk, but the thing is…”

Remy smiled, firming her grasp on the handle, ready to become the hero.

“The thing is,” Barbara continued, “we have to get married. There’s not an option anymore. I’m pregnant.”

Remy fought a wave of nausea. She let go of the door knob as if it were molten metal that seared her flesh. Her face flushed and the world around her spun. She stumbled to the back door, exited through the sliding glass door, and snuck around the back of the building, taking the long way to the parking lot. How could she have dreams about Jeremy all night, how could she set her heart on him, when he was obviously not free to be hers? Why did she always choose no-win situations for herself?

She got into her car, trying to focus on driving. Get him out of your mind, she told herself. But it was no use. Even with her world falling apart, Jeremy’s smiling face lingered in the back of her mind like the last beam of sunlight before a dark winter night.

 

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Stephen King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

I had read this book—or at least parts of it—years ago, but I thought I’d re-read it from the perspective of a much more serious author than the kid who dreamed of one day being Stephen King. I learned a lot from reading this book—including the fact that Stephen King and I have a lot more in common than I thought.

In the book, King mingles memories with tips on writing, focusing more heavily on writing advice in the second half of the book. He does this in an engaging way—it never “felt” like I was reading a book on writing. Rather, the page flew by as if I were having a casual conversation at lunch with a good friend.

King leads the reader through his life, explaining how The Tommyknockers, for example, is a metaphor for his own drug and alcohol abuse, and the effect it had on his mind, body, and soul. He walks through many of his novels, explaining his inspirations and thoughts about each book.

The lessons in writing are interspersed throughout as parts of King’s own revelations, such as his experience with an editor who taught him what makes interesting writing and what should be deleted during a rewrite. Among the most quoted advice King discusses is probably the advice to “write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open,” pushing writers to consider that once published, the story “belongs to anyone who wants to read it or criticize it.”

As a writer, I enjoyed learning about King’s struggles, many similar to my own experiences:

  • his growling pile of rejection letters being tacked to the wall reminded me of my growing folders (virtual and physical) of rejections;
  • King’s endeavors into small self-publishing for a local readership remind me of my own endeavors as a kid and teenager, publishing zines with my friends via Staples’ self-service center;
  • I even contributed to a subversive mock-publication in high school just as King published The Village Vomit with “fictional tidbits about [his high school’s] faculty, using teacher nicknames the student body would immediately recognize.” Unlike King, I never got caught!

See, King and I share so many experiences, I am bound to follow his successful career! But wait, there’s more:

  • I learned that King’s daughter Naomi used to tear the wallpaper off the wall above her crib. This is of interest to me because my soon-to-be-released novel features a troubled man who was discovered to have torn off the wallpaper above his crib as a boy. It was pure coincidence!
  • King was also at school (yes, he was a high-school English teacher, too!) when he learned about his first book sale. He received the message during his planning period—just like me!
  • King sometimes has his wife read his manuscripts while he is driving on long-distance trips. I do the same thing, asking my husband to read while I drive. And King relishes in the times when his wife laughs at all the right moments. When my husband laughs at the right places, it makes my day as well, and despite the fact that I’m driving, I have to glance over to see where he is in the chapter.
Now there’s other stuff we don’t share, of course. I have never had to deal with drug or alcohol addiction, but then again, I’m also not a bestseller… he also includes a short section on his near-death experience after being hit by a car (an inspiration for Misery). Luckily, this has not happened to me. Knock on wood!
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This book is a must-read for all authors. The advice is humorous and helpful (beware of language, though. In typical King fashion, he drops the F-bomb and then some). He doesn’t just limit his advice to the craft of writing, but also to lifestyle habits (watch less TV and read more!) and other considerations for aspiring writers. In the end, King reminds us about the reason for writing: “Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well.”

Oh, and the title for this blog entry? Don’t worry, I’m not delusional. I had my tongue in my cheek when I wrote it.

But it can’t hurt to dream.

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I’m so thankful to live in a land of freedom. But when I think of the ultimate freedom, I realize that there’s something we’re all bound to: Time.

In my romance novella, For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, the protagonists are forty years apart and left to wonder what might have happened if they had been born closer together… until Anna is sent back in time to the 1970s, when the love of her life is a burgeoning young graduate student almost the same age as her…

 

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The concept of time travel has always fascinated me. And then there’s the question: if we do travel in time, can we change the past/future, or would we have already traveled back and changed it? I love a good paradox to get me thinking!

 

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My husband has been wanting to visit Vegas for years, so finally, I caved. Now anyone who knows me well knows that I would normally stay far, far away from somewhere packed with people, bright lights, and alcohol… my ideal vacations involve nature—the beach or somewhere to hike. So here it is, my list of rants and raves about my trip to Las Vegas.

Rants
I’ll get the rants out of the way first because it’s always best to end on a positive note.

  1. Manipulation
    Along the strip and in the casinos, there is nowhere to sit down… that doesn’t cost money. There are plenty of seats at bars, at slot machines, at gaming tables. But if you aren’t paying for it, you can’t sit there. Being on one’s feet all day, one becomes tempted to sit down at a slot machine or a pricey restaurant just for the sake of sitting down.  It’s almost like it’s intentional… The other thing is, having spent some late nights in casinos, I’m pretty sure they pump oxygen into those rooms to keep people unnaturally awake. With the combination of that plus jet lag, I was sleep deprived almost the whole vacation.
  2. Rat Maze
    Navigating the casinos is like navigating a rat maze where the cheese is drugged and is placed every two inches. Trying to get from point A to point B is nearly impossible. None of the sidewalks or walkways or paths inside or outside the casinos are linear, meaning in order to try to find one’s way from Point A to Point B, one must navigate a maze of tempting casino games, restaurants, bars, and stores. I did not fall prey to such manipulation because of how angry I was just based on the sheer number of people surrounding me, but I saw many people who did. Trying to get around really brought out the New Yorker in me.
  3. Elevators
    I am claustrophobic and afraid of heights. I become extremely distrustful of anywhere where I cannot self-sufficiently and quickly exit or enter a building without navigating a series of elevators and waiting to be able to get out….i.e, all of Vegas. The worst offender in this instance was actually our tour of the Hoover Dam, where 80 people were crammed, cattle-style, into an elevator that took us down to the bowels of the power plant. Yikes!
  4. Gas Station Credit Card Payment
    I guess living where I do, I’ve been spoiled into believing that every gas station has a credit card reader at the pump. Or that the same price applies to the per-gallon cost of gas whether paying by cash or credit… or that people have a clue about how to park a car at a pump without taking up twelve lanes.
  5. People
    Walking the strip after 11 a.m. is like being a herded cow. It has all the crowds of New York City with none of the locals to show people how it’s done. Tourists walking while texting (even tourists with a beer in one hand and a phone in the other), tourists stopping mid-step to take pictures of man-made gaud, tourists not understanding that a red hand on a crosswalk means stop and a white person icon means go… Being surrounded by so many people just zaps my mental and creative energy and leaves me tired in a way sleep just can’t fix.
  6. Sin City (a.k.a. Bread and Circuses)
    As a teacher, I noticed that most of the establishments and the atmosphere in general encourage everything that is wrong with student behavior and attention today. Cell phone use is rampant, with entire families sitting around not talking to one another but all on individual cell phones, even kids I would think would be too young to text. Nude cards are handed out on street corners with people collecting them humorously and seedy peddlers pushing them in tourists’ faces. Walking around with mind-numbing liquor is accepted and encouraged, as is leaving your empty glass or bottle wherever you are when you happen to finish it. With flashing lights and constant ADD all around, people are encouraged to part with their money without even realizing it, and the whole place is designed to discourage any kind of critical thinking, with booze being offered to anyone willing to open their wallet to the casino and flashy lights and sounds constantly going off a la Harrison Bergeron to interrupt any kind of coherent thought one might have. If anyone ever wants to take over the world, one need not be evil and induce fear like Big Brother; one needs only to provide bread and circuses, and the people will willingly surrender their souls and their minds.
  7. jellyfish at the aquarium

    The Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay
    If you’ve been to any place that has a semi-decent aquarium, like San Diego, Baltimore, Virginia Beach, etc., don’t waste your $18 on this tiny display. If you’ve never seen an aquarium before, it might be worth your time/money.

 

 

 

 

Raves
Okay, it wasn’t all bad—but mostly because I had a rental car.

  1. Red Rock Canyon

    Finding inner peace.

    It was too hot to hike the whole canyon, but we did the scenic drive and took some beautiful photos. Most of the people taking photos were friendly and kind, and no one was drunk. Some of the rocks reminded me of Sedona, AZ, one of my favorite places to hike. Being out in nature and away from nutty drunks recharged my creative batteries. I could have stayed there all day, even in the heat.

  2. The Hoover Dam (sort of)
    Going on a brief tour of the Hoover Dam (sort of) restored my faith in humanity—albeit the humanity that existed during the Great Depression when the dam was constructed. The Hoover Dam represents everything that once made this country great, and that can make this country great once again. A problem was presented, and a solution was created using ingenuity and hard work—everything America was founded on. The project was engineered so that it has paid for itself (through a water-powered power plant) and continues to pay for its own maintenance. It was also completed ahead of schedule. Compare that to government waste and whining going on by most of today’s workers and Metro escalators that don’t work even weeks after their last repair, and it grounds you in what this country’s work ethic once was and should become again.
  3. Blue Man Group

    After The Blue Man Group show

    It’s mind candy, but it was time well spent. You can’t help but laugh at this show.

  4. The Phantom of the Opera
    The show only runs through September, and it was something my husband had never seen (I saw it on Broadway twice when I was younger). It was a good show–my husband really liked it. But compared to Broadway, it seemed like it lacked a soul. Like everything else in Vegas.
  5. Air conditioning
    The temperature each day was 105 degrees. Now it is a “dry heat,” as they say, and hiking in Arizona for the past few summers has made me acclimate to it (I prefer it to the humid but “cooler” temperatures of Virginia’s summers), but it was nice to have air conditioning everywhere.
  6. Goodsprings, Nevada
    My husband decided to go on a tour of the locations that exist in the game Fallout: New Vegas, which takes place in the general area (but in a post-nuclear landscape). Most of the places are just desert, though a few are renamed. (Buffalo Bill’s is “Bison Steve’s”in the game; The Pioneer Saloon is called “The Prospector Saloon”).I was sort of horrified in an amused way at how he was able to navigate the locations outside of Vegas solely with knowledge he gained from playing his video game. In one instance, we drove to Goodsprings, NV, to a tiny little bar (The Pioneer Saloon) and general store. He went in to take pictures while I stayed in the car, and he came running out, yelling, “There’s a character from the game inside, and he said I could take a picture with him!”
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    At this point, I thought the heat had gotten to him, but indeed it was true. There is an actual human being who inspired the character of Chet, a clerk at the Goodsprings store in the game Fallout. The actual human being, whose name is Noel, was quite friendly and knowledgeable about the game, saying that it has made his store famous, with people coming from as far as Japan just to see the landscape that inspired the game. When the game developers (who he described as “looking like teenagers doing a high-school project”) asked him for permission to use his store and likeness in the game, he had no idea what he was getting in to. The general store and saloon will celebrate its 100thanniversary next year, and my husband donated money to the plaque which will commemorate the occasion. His name will appear on the plaque in bronze, immortalizing his connection to the location.We then stopped at the bar next door, the oldest working bar in Nevada, to see the bullet holes where miner Joe Armstrong was shot years and years ago over a gambling brawl. The bar had an old feel, with old energy lingering around. It was a cool stop, and—I must admit—somewhere we would not have gone if it weren’t for my husband’s obsession with video games.
  7. It’s a Small World

    Meeting up with old friends!

    I found out just a week before going to Vegas that one of my best friends from high school would be there at the same time as me. We got to hang out during our vacation, so despite the craziness of Vegas, I enjoyed the reunion! Crazy that two people from along the East Coast find it easier to meet in Vegas!

  8. The Atomic Testing Museum with Area 51 Exhibit
    I enjoyed the prospect of a serious museum in the midst of all the glamour of Vegas. The museum has information and artifacts about the country’s atomic testing history. And again, the patrons were not obnoxious or drunk. Going to the museum was especially interesting after seeing the Enola Gay a week earlier in Dulles, Virginia. What made the trip extra special was on the elevator from our hotel to our car on the way to the museum, we met an older couple who both worked in the atomic industry (we didn’t ask for details!). They had all kinds of stories to tell and stayed with us for part of the tour, giving us all kinds of personal information about some of the exhibits. What interested me the most in the museum were some of the propaganda videos meant to allay people’s fears (during the 1950s and 1960s) about standing in the desert watching a nuclear explosion, as well as the paradox of having to build nukes to keep up with other nations (and therefore having to test them)but not wanting to use them. It just shows that there are no easy answers in life.
  9. The Zombie Apocalypse Store
    It’s a store to help you prepare for the zombie apocalypse. The store notes that zombies can be seen as a metaphor for whatever will one day cause a breakdown of society. But zombies!! Need I say more?The good news is, if zombies ever do decide to plague Vegas, they will probably starve to death for lack of brains to eat.
  10. The Gun Store
    This one is more for my husband. It’s a place where, with just a driver’s license, you can shoot basically whatever kind of gun you want. It’s a little pricey, which is why I didn’t shoot, but my husband really enjoyed shooting a 303 sniper rifle, an AR-15, and an M-4 automatic machine gun. Oh, and they have zombie targets.

    At The Gun Store

  11. People selling $1 Water on The Strip
    It’s easier to get casinos to give you dozens of dollars’ worth of booze than to find a water fountain. And bottles of water are pricey in the casinos. I wouldn’t mind paying $4 a bottle if it would only quench my thirst, but in the desert, more water is needed, and that’s money I would rather spend on anything else. So a big shout-out to those illegal water sellers sticking it to The Man and to regulation by selling water from coolers in seedy corners of The Strip for only a buck.
  12. Off-the-Beaten-Path Eats

    Someone jumping from the top of the Stratosphere!

    On the recommendation of our hotel, we checked out Bahama Breeze, an island-themed eatery that made me feel like I was in the Caribbean; Ellis Island Casino and Restaurant, which had decent food for decent prices, and the Stratosphere, which is all the way at the other end of the strip, so it wasn’t that crowded. It’s that famous tower that overlooks Vegas. We got to eat in the top of the tower, which rotates very slowly so that every 90 minutes or so, diners see a full 360 degrees around Vegas. We were even treated to SkyJumpers jumping (with safety brakes, of course) from the top of the tower!

Welcome to the Spot Writers. We’re making a change, starting today. We are continuing the story begun by Val Muller a couple of weeks ago. Remember Remy shooting pool in the Corner Pocket bar? And the guy who was eyeing her, who turned out to be her neighbor? Well, they’re back and will be for a while. They’re the stars of our new serial story, which doesn’t really have a title yet. Mmm, there’s a thought for a contest down the road a bit.

Today’s episode comes from RC Bonitz, author of A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL and A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, both available from Amazon or B & N. He’s looking forward to the release of A LITTLE BIT OF BABY, due in Sept.

 

Next week’s story will be by Val Muller, author of FOR WHOM MY HEART BEATS ETERNAL, a sci-fi romance, and CORGI CAPERS: DECEIT ON DORSET DRIVE, a mystery novel for young readers.

 

Check out our blogs at the end of this story. You’ll also be hearing from Jessica and Cathy in the next few weeks.

 

First Thing in the A.M.

 

Remy rolled over in bed and glanced at the clock. Darn it, time to get up. Her dreams had been wonderful all night, all about Mr. Handsome Jeremy from the Corner Pocket and Unit 1354. But, darn, she kept waking up every time things got really hot and sexy. What was that about?

She groaned and slid out of bed, stretched every muscle in her body, and headed for the bathroom. No time to dawdle over dreams right now, she needed a shower and then had to move her butt and get to work. Dr. Kendrick was a stickler for being on time and he wanted his nurse/receptionist in the office before he got there.

Images of Jeremy filled her head as she turned the shower on. He was so cute, with that tousled hair and all those muscles. And, who’d believe it- the man lived right across the tiny courtyard from her new condo. Spittin’ distance as her Grandpa used to say.

Hurrying, she finished her shower and dressed, then turned the dryer on her hair. A wonderful idea struck her. Her makeup still had to be done, but she could open her front door a little bit and maybe Jeremy would notice when he opened his. Well, maybe she’d open it completely. If she wanted him to notice she’d have to do it right. Right?

So silly. She hardly even knew the guy and here she was getting all ditsy about him.  A text would get his attention. But, a chat would be so much nicer, right? Right!

Her hair almost dry, she hurried to the door, removed the safety chain and released the lock. Okay, she could do this. Open the door halfway- he’d notice that if he went out before her. She turned the knob.

The door slammed back against her and a mop of blonde hair smacked her in the mouth!

“Oh, what, I’m sorry,” the blonde said, sounding a bit panicky. She looked up at Remy and frowned. “Oh damn, you’re not him.”

“I hope I’m not a him. What are you doing? Were you listening at my door?” Remy demanded.

The blonde straightened and glanced around the courtyard before examining Remy from head to toe. “No, of course not. I was…..looking for somebody.”

“Through my doorknob?” She checked just to be sure. The condo was old but she didn’t have one of those big old fashioned keyholes they always looked through in the movies did she? Nope.

“Never mind. I said I’m sorry.”

“Who were you looking for? Maybe I know them.”

“I…I…His name is…Oh, never mind.”

It was Remy’s turn to frown. Was this woman a thief? Would she have tried to pick the lock if Remy hadn’t opened the door when she did?

The door of 1354 opened and Jeremy appeared. His eyes met Remy’s and he brightened, only to wilt when he saw the blonde. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Remy said, her heart stumbling in her chest. What was wrong with this picture? He knew the blonde? Without a doubt, judging by his reaction.

“Hi,” the blonde said and gave Jeremy a teeny little wave.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I want to talk to you. I—“

“We have nothing to talk about, Barbara.”

“What about the wedding?”

 

 

The Spot Writers- our members.

 

Catherine A. MacKenzie

http://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

 

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

 

RC Bonitz

http://www.rcbonitz.com

 

Val Muller

https://valmuller.com/blog/

 

Glimmers begins when Paige tries on a pair of vintage boots and experiences a “glimmer” into the life of the boots’ former owner. As the story progresses, Paige experiences similar glimmers when she touches objects of sentimental value to others. When I first started reading, I thought the people whose stories she experienced were going to be random, helping her to live her own life better. For example, after the first glimmer, Paige uses her experiences to improve her cooking skills. But as the story progresses, I learned that the glimmers were not random—they interconnect in a way that brings richness to the text. I won’t give away any more because the fun for me was discovering how all the stories related.

I enjoyed the style of this book. First of all, it’s a clean read, so there isn’t anything inappropriate, and I could see a young adult reader enjoying it, too. It’s written in first-person point of view in a conversational way. I enjoyed this point of view, and each glimmer kept my interest.

My least favorite was the memory of England (I won’t give away details because it’s important to the plot). I felt like the difference in time period and location (compared to the other glimmers) should have made the narrator’s voice sound drastically different, but it didn’t feel that different to me. I also wanted just a bit more depth in experiencing this important memory.

Still, I greatly enjoyed how the storylines were woven together and how each of Paige’s experiences helped her improve upon or understand her own life in a more meaningful way. My favorite character was Paige’s mother, who brought humor to the novel and offered a bit of comic relief. In the end, all my questions were answered about the characters—even questions that I thought would go unanswered, which brought a nice sense of closure. It is definitely women’s lit (I’m trying to imagine my husband reading the book), and I wanted just a little bit more depth, but it was a pleasure to read. I can see fans of Jane Austen loving this book!