Val Muller

The Electronic Wordsmith

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!

 

On the anniversary of the day Eric proposed, I thought I’d share this story:

On the first day of summer in 2004, Eric “Boot” Egger took the day off from work. After making Val breakfast in bed (which entailed getting up before Val—quite a task for Eric!!), he declared that we would be going for a walk at the College of William and Mary. Excited that he actually volunteered to go on a walk (instead of Val dragging him), Val gladly went along.

As they started down one of the paths on the beautiful campus, a blue dragonfly flew by. Eric said, “Look, a blue dragonfly. That is a good omen—this day is blessed.” Thinking it was video game speak (Eric is obsessed with Lord of the Rings), Val ignored the comment, though she thought it was quite a sentimental thing for someone like Eric to say.

Now, it is a well-known fact that Crim Dell Bridge, at the College of William and Mary, is cursed or blessed, depending on which way you look at it. The bridge is located on an obscure pathway on campus, and it is not a direct route from anywhere to anywhere. According to legend, if you cross the bridge by yourself, you will spend your days as a singleton. If you kiss someone on the bridge, you are bound to marry them—unless you throw them off the bridge, the only act that can break the “curse”. Val and Eric had never been on the bridge before, either alone or together.

Eric led the walk through various paths, meandering about. As the two made their way to an unknown path which led to the Crim Dell Bridge, Eric began getting more and more nervous. Val’s suspicions grew as Eric anxiously gulped the rest of the water in his bottle and dropped the bottle on the ground at the foot of the bridge.

“Eric! Don’t litter!” Val scolded, surprised that the “Green Republican” would leave a non-biodegradable piece of rubbish on the pristine ground.

“Nothing!” Eric erupted quickly, as if in response to an unasked question. He motioned for Val to stand on the bridge.

After a few calming breaths and a kiss on the bridge, Eric got down on his knee and very kindly proposed.

After all was said and done, the two walked across the bridge hand-in-hand. “Wow,” said Val. “I guess blue dragonflies are a good omen after all!”

As the two left the campus to go home, another blue dragonfly (the same one?) hovered in front of them for a moment before fluttering off into a summer breeze.

THE BEGINNING…

Welcome to another installment of Thursday’s Spot Writers Flash Fiction! Today’s piece comes to us from Jessica Degarmo.

I awaken slowly, exquisitely, alive from the soles of my bare feet to the top of my mussed head. My body hums with electricity, a spark that has started from my skin and moved inside me; it nestles into my heart and throbs there, speaking to me. I am awake. I am alive, perhaps for the first time ever.

I am lying in my bed, the same old bed I’ve always had, the same rumpled quilt tossed carelessly over my still form.  I look around me and everything is the same. The walls, covered with memories and dreams, envelop me, hide me, comfort me. Everything is the same, yet everything is different.

He touches me once; a light caress that feels like the kiss of a butterfly. This monarch’s kiss makes me tremble.  My arm, exposed to the cool evening air wafting in through my open window,  leaps into goose pimples.  He chuckles once and reaches out again to tease me.

His firm hand runs down my arm, so gently, so maddeningly I feel I might die from it. It is merely a touch, but it is everything.

He lays next to me and turns back the quilt, pausing to smile through the intensity smoldering on his face. His eyes soften when he sees me stare back at him. Slowly, so slowly the quilt reaches my knees, my ankles, my feet, the foot of the bed.  I am bare, spread before him in the twilight, but I know no shame.

There is nothing but want.

I need him.

I reach for him with tremulous fingertips. He shakes his head. My arm lowers and my eyes follow him. The heat from his gaze warms me, makes me burn, sets me on fire. And then his hands, his body find me.

When we join, it is more than a physical act. It is everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever needed, more than I’d ever hoped for, more than I deserve. But it is all I know, all I feel as we love together.

My heart leaps in joy; I offer each heartbeat to him, gladly. His soul is my destiny. His love is my fate.

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Next week, our Spot Writer is RC Bonitz!

The Spot Writers- our members. You can find our Thursday posts at any of the following blogs:

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/

 

 

This fast-paced novel is the first book in the Juniper Grove Chronicles. I enjoyed the premise of the story: a young woman has moved to a new town after the death of her family. She has always thought herself to be a bit strange, but that was nothing compared to the strange people she meets in her new home, Juniper Grove. The book started out quickly, which made the pages fly by, but I felt that Alayna accepted the strangeness of Juniper Grove just a little too readily, as well as the fact that she was madly in love with Jayden. I would have liked a little more chemistry before they decide they are madly in love (their feelings make sense later, though, after learning some of the back-story).

Still, the quick beginning meant getting to the meat of the story much faster. I was sitting in my hammock reading, and before I knew it, I had read 45% of the book! About a third of the way in, I was hooked: Jayden’s parents had arrived, providing back-story and making Jayden a three-dimensional character whose love for Alayna seemed justified; Alayna was already involved in a major conflict with a woman from Jayden’s home; and the mystery surrounding Alayna’s new powers was beginning to be revealed. I won’t give out too many spoilers, but if you enjoy paranormal elements, you will enjoy this story. The narrator’s voice made her easy to like and compelled me to read on to learn what happens to her.

Now the picky part. As a writer myself (and an English/creative writing teacher), I have a habit of picking apart style. In fact, I have been known to fuss at first-person point of view because often I don’t like the “voice” of the protagonist. But in this case, I liked Alayna’s personality, and I appreciated the story coming from her perspective—it was as if I were sitting and listening to a good friend tell me her story.

In fact there were just two elements of style that stuck out enough to be noticed in this book because both elements slowed down my reading. The first was under-use of contractions in dialogue. The characters often spoke without contractions, making their dialogue slow and stiff. It wasn’t a major issue, but it did slow down my reading just a bit. The second element was the narrator’s tendency to “over-explain,” sometimes providing lots of little details—such as describing how many towels Alayna used after getting out of the shower (too many insignificant details, in my opinion)—and other times providing too many explanations in the middle of dialogue. Many of the dialogue tags contained secondary action, but in my opinion, not all this action was necessary, and it slowed my reading. At times, I felt the dialogue should stand on its own without Alayna feeling like she must re-explain something to the reader that the reader already picked up on in Alayna’s conversations with others.

Still, the story and plot was strong enough to power me through these two stylistic elements. I enjoyed the story: it was suspenseful and compelling, and I felt like I really got to know the characters. I would recommend this book to fans of the paranormal—a fast and enjoyable read. It promises to be a compelling series, and I look forward to the second book.

I was given a copy of this novel in exchange for a book review. This review is my honest opinion.

Today’s fiction comes to us from Cathy MacKenzie, who this week delivers two poems. If you enjoy these poems, check out her TO LOVE A GRANDMOTHER poetry book (100 poems), available on Smashwords for only $1.99. You can also find three compilations of her short stories there, as well. Visit her website at the end of this posting for more information on this author. Let her know what you thought of her poems (good or bad, she’s open to critique).

 

Next week’s flash fiction will come from Jessica Degarmo, who grew up in Upstate New York and now lives with her husband, children and dog in rural Pennsylvania. When she is not writing, she is an insurance agent, the lead singer in a classic rock band, and an avid collector of gemstones. Her publishing credits include: HOW TO MEET A GUY AT THE SUPERMARKET (Night Publishing, November 2010); HOOKING UP (Night Publishing, May 2011); DECISIONS (Silver Publishing, July 2011); and THE STORM WITHIN (Night Publishing, September, 2011). Jessica’s contribution this week is an excerpt from HISTORICALLY YOURS, the second book in her Johns Creek Second Chances series. THE STORM WITHIN, the first in the series, is available now, and the second will be published later this year by Taylor Street Publishing.

 

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A Blank Canvas

I gather my tools in front of me:

paints and canvases and brushes

to paint a portrait

from a photograph of a face

I know so well

and love even more,

I discover wrinkles

and crinkles

that I did not acknowledge before

for I did not see them,

and now,

like tears and unravelling stitches

upon a worn and dulled tapestry

they seem to mock me –

rich brown age spots loom

and cryptic creases and mysterious furrows

race off to nowhere,

and I don’t know where death ends

and where life began,

And I don’t know how to proceed

for I don’t know how to draw time

and paint passing years

that disappeared with barely a breath

before I knew they were gone.

(above poem published in “Still Point Arts Quarterly,” October 2011)

 

Following the Path

He grasps my cold limp hand and I follow

into the forest so green and deep.

The cerulean ceiling lunges down

and the trees form our walls,

our barrier from the world.

I’m swept within a hollow garden

where the moss swells around us,

sticky and sweet and sickly.

Is it a miracle or a mirage?

Perhaps it’s both; perhaps it’s neither.

His warmth delves into the depths of me,

tingling my nerves and caressing my bones.

The rush is like a speeding freight train

silent in the night, yet determined,

knowing its end, aware of its surroundings.

Lost in acres of wilderness

I scan the blazing landscape from afar

amid the hush of nature’s songs.

The world is mute and nothing but

the chorus of your breath chimes with mine.

Again in the distance is that train

lumbering down the tracks to somewhere,

its roaring refrain now haunting the night.

I see the dragon breath swaying

before disappearing into the stars.

Then life is silent once more. I’m at peace

in the dark where only angels dare to tread,

dreams and nightmares quashed forever.

There’s nothing, yet there’s everything –

everything but your breath mingling with mine.

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The Spot Writers- our members. You can find our Thursday posts at any of the following blogs:

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/

Welcome to my feature with Alisa Jeruconoka. Alisa has prepared original content about two characters in her book Unparallel Worlds.

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First of all thank you (and the Corgis) for this fantastic opportunity to spread the word about YA Fantasy Fiction Unparallel Worlds. The reason why I have chosen characters’ interview is because I think it’s one of the best ways to introduce the readers to the heart of the book.

From the outside you could be forgiven for thinking that Unparallel Worlds is a traditional fantasy book that is typical of the ones that have recently filled the shelves for young adults…but be prepared for very pleasant surprise. Unparallel Worlds is unique as it also mixes into it science fiction that also educates young adults on the wonders of the universe as well as the advances made in genetic engineering.

The story is set on a distant planet called Adriana. On this planet two civilizations exist in parallel dimensions and they are called Light and Darkness. A chance meeting between the two triggers a series of events that threatens their future so a gang of weird and wonderful characters from both sides assemble and set out on an epic adventure to save their planet – only to soon realise they will be saving the universe as well!

The following is an interview/ meeting between two characters in the book (this is unique content as this version is not in the book):

Laylah – The godmother from the Light Side.

Zalion – the King of Darkness

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Zalion: Laylah thank you for giving me another chance to see you.

Laylah: This will be our last chance to meet so thank you also, given that the portal will close at any time and you could be trapped here and prevented from travelling back to that wretched place.

Zalion: I have of chosen to meet you as I trust you, I need your help, tell those on your side about the betrayal that King Edmond committed and the effect this has, for only you on your side knows that we must exist together to create harmony and a future for our civilizations.

Laylah: Well, we all make mistakes and his seems to be epic…it is, as you know my legacy to protect Edmond and the people of the Empire of Light. I know we are getting weak and our immortality is no longer promised, as we do not have the essence of darkness from your kingdom, so I will help as much as I can.

Zalion: As you have probably guessed I am here because we are also suffering, my people are mutating because Edmond refuses to give us even a fraction of light needed for us to evolve.  So I am here to trade, my kingdom’s essence of darkness to sustain your immorality in return for a fraction of light, for my people to evolve, if not then I will attack to get what I need.

Laylah: Why would you attack?

Zalion: Because Edmond and his Empire have turned their backs on us and think they can find the essence of darkness through another mean, for example they abducted my son to experiment on him and extract the Dark essence in order for the people of Light to get stronger, they do not care for my people or want to help my kingdom.

Laylah: I helped, I got Leonard your son back to the portal and into your kingdom again, safe and sound.

Zalion: I will be always grateful to you for that and that’s why I’m here, come with me, for if the trade talks collapse then I will attack and I will win and you will be spared, for my side is getting stronger, I will not tell you now how, but we are getting stronger.

Laylah: Is that the only thing you are grateful for? and how is it possible that your side is getting stronger for you need the light to give you power?

Zalion: That is still the case but only for us to evolve – not for us to become more physically stronger. We have found a way and built an army of genetically modified warriors who are stronger and quicker than anything you have seen, more importantly, they are ready to attack. And no it’s not the only thing I am grateful for, the memories of you and our love kept me alive through tough times but now the future is more important to me and if the trade talks collapse I will attack. I ask again, come with me for I will win the war.

Laylah: You want another war? More death, more sorrow?  Have you not learned, we need peace for both our civilizations to exist, isn’t this what we together have always dreamed about. Zalion? I loved you also and although our destinies are entwined, we will never be together. If you want to see me happy please leave me alone and erase all the memories about me and withdraw from your war plans. I will not go with you as my duty is here with my kingdom and for all his faults King Edmond.

Zalion: I will not force you to come with me against you will for I care for you too much for that.

Laylah: You are an admiral person and thank you for your respect I also will never forget our time and love together but I must stay here. If there is a piece of happiness that I can give you then take my lock. For in this I have trapped the happy memories we shared and if what you say is true and my Empire loose the war then I will be dead, at least then one of us will have these happy memories….

P.S What Laylah does not tell Zalion is that in the lock she gives him is the DNA of a wonderful boy who goes onto playing a major part in saving Adriana and the two civilizations.

If you like to find out more about the insights and wonders of ‘’Unparallel Worlds’’ then have a look at the following characters’ interviews, which I hope even more brings out the story of ‘’Unparallel Worlds’’:

 http://stacyeatonauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/flavia-princess-of-light-talks-about.html

 http://www.miadarien.com/?p=522

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Links:

http://www.unparallelworlds.co.uk/

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This book was loaned to me by a beta reader who is in middle school. She told me she really enjoyed it and can’t wait to read the second one, so I was eager to read it. My reaction in short is that I probably would have loved the book in middle school, but as an adult reader, I find that the story needed more depth to truly captivate me.

The premise of the book is that main character Clara is one-quarter Angel-blood, and as such she is given one task, or purpose, that she is set on Earth to accomplish. She learns through visions that her task involves saving someone from a forest fire—far away from the California home she has come to love. Her mother is half-Angel-blood, and therefore understands the importance of Clara’s purpose. She moves the family away from everything to help Clara with her task.

The first half of the book was slower than I had hoped, but the second half really picks up, driving the main conflict: In her new life, Clara is torn between two crushes—one, the boy she is supposed to save—the other, the brother of her best friend. Aside from the teenage romance / love triangle, Clara has many other issues to deal with. She is trying to learn how to control her wings and learn how to fly while controlling/hiding her frighteningly-heavenly appearance that intensifies as she gets closer to her assigned task. All the while, her mother is being secretive about what she knows about the lives of Angels on Earth, telling Clara that she needs to discover it all for herself. I won’t reveal too much about what Clara discovers. This is the first in a series, so the ending is a cliffhanger. I’ll leave it at that.

While I really enjoyed the premise of the story, the number one thing I wish were different is the tense. The story is written in first-person present tense. Each time I picked up the book again, it took me a few pages to forget I was reading in present tense. It wasn’t that the writing was flawed; I just find present tense especially tiring for some reason—as if I’m listening to a teenager telling a story to her friend in the hallways at school (which, I sort of am, as the protagonist is 16-17 and writing in a conversational style). I would have preferred past tense—I find it faster to read.

The other thing that kept me from becoming totally infatuated with the story was the same thing that caused Twilight to be so successful: the use of first-person point of view. The narrator provides just enough details to give us the idea of the characters (including the protagonist) without going into too much depth. In Twilight, Bella was someone a reader could relate to and impose one’s own personality traits on. In Unearthly, it’s the same thing. The character was designed so that teenagers could impose their own preferences and prejudices on the character, making her relatable to a reader. This works well for works for teenagers, but as an adult reader, I wanted more. I wanted to know the character more and go into more depth. There were some scenes where the first-person point of view was just too limiting to give me an in-depth look at the protagonist or any of the other characters.

There is one point in the book where Clara has to decide whether to do what fate/God/heaven has tasked her, or follow her own heart. This act of possible rebellion resonated with me of Milton’s Paradise Lost and all the Biblical and archetypal issues of fate versus free will. Yet it was simply glossed over in this book. The one character who could have provided perspective on this, Clara’s mother, was largely silent for the last part of the book (as Clara chose to keep many things secret from her, and she conveniently went out of town for weeks at a time). A little more from Clara’s mother could have given me the depth I craved.

Still, all in all it was a fun read. I would recommend it highly to teenage readers (mostly females). For adults, it would be a good beach read, and for parents of teenagers, it would be a good reminder of the types of things your children think about and obsess over—it did remind me of my priorities as a teenager (and made me realize how thankful I am to be beyond that awkward stage of my life!).

Even with my criticism, if time allows, I would give the second book a try. The plot is compelling enough to make up for narration issues.

Interview with a character:
Today I had the chance to talk to Tommy Wellesley, graduate student in experimental physics and co-star of the romance novella For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal.

Dr. Wellesley, tell us about your interest in physics.
I’ve always been fascinated by the field. Space and time are interrelated in ways the human mind can just barely grasp. It’s always been my dream to discover these secrets. Oh, and you keep calling me “doctor,” but I’m not one. I haven’t earned my PhD. I’m still working on my Masters degree.

Oh, um… just a slip, I’m sure. Sorry about that. So tell us about the special visitor you had recently.
Oh, Anna is…

Dr. Wellesley, I mean—Tommy—are you alright?
Yes, sorry. It’s just—thinking about Anna. She’s amazing. I never thought I’d meet a girl who loved physics as much as I do. And the things she brought with her will never cease to amaze me. There’s this thing called a “tablet,” for instance. You should take a look. It’s like something out of Star Trek. I mean look at this! You touch the screen, and slide your finger, and—

I’ll have to try it out. But what else can you tell us about Anna?
Well, she’s in my living room right now. I tell you, just the way her nose twitches when she has an idea. I’ve never seen anything so cute. We were working on our plan, and she fell asleep waiting for me to put together some equipment. She looked so peaceful, I just covered her with a blanket and snuck out here to do this interview. She’s been up all hours of the night working on this—plan of ours.

What plan?
I’m not sure I should say. Let’s just say Anna isn’t from around here. I’ve got to help work out a way to get her back to her own time—I mean, home.

Are you saying Anna traveled to you from a different time period?
Who is going to see this interview? Is it going in a newspaper, or is it just for your own interest?

I promise it’s not going in a newspaper.
Good. In that case, I can tell you. Anna came through a wormhole that apparently I helped to create some forty years in the future. I know it’s hard to believe. I mean, you would never imagine a world where people have these little screens they carry around with them. Anna let me borrow hers because it has all kinds of formulas on it—that supposedly I created forty years in the future. But Anna doesn’t belong here, and we aren’t sure what would happen if she stayed. I mean, how can she live her life before she was even born? We both agreed it would be for the best if we sent her back to her own time as soon as possible. Only…

Only what?
I just wish she didn’t have to go. She’s offered me so much encouragement and companionship. Up until this point in my life, I’ve always been so obsessed with physics. I never had time for girls. But with Anna, it’s different. It’s like we were meant to be. I was never one of those types of people to believe in soul mates, but Anna’s arrival has gotten me thinking…

Do you think having Anna travel back in time will have any repercussions on future events?
That’s something Anna and I have been debating. We’re not sure. I guess we won’t know until Anna goes back to her own time. Sometimes I think we’re messing up the entire world, and other times I feel like maybe this was all just meant to be. What if Anna was always meant to travel back in time to meet me? Then wouldn’t we just be following what was meant to be? Anyway, I hear Anna in there. I’d better go. I don’t think she’d like me telling anyone about our—plan. So don’t tell, okay?

Okay, I won’t. Thanks for talking with me today—and good luck with your plan.

You can learn more about Tommy and Anna’s relationship in their novella, For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, available for Kindle and other e-readers. To celebrate Rebel Ink’s release party, I’m giving away one e-copy of the novella. The winner will be able to choose from among the available formats and must have a valid email address.

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The first “grown up” novel I remember reading is The Martian Chronicles. My parents came into my room one day and handed me the book as if it were a rite of passage. It was an old copy—it had that old book smell—and it was folded and worn like it had been read many times. While I was too young to fully understand the satirical elements of the novel, I fell in love with Bradbury’s imagination. I knew he was saying something important about what it meant to be a human being, and I felt like I had just been initiated into a secret society, one who was on track to discover the secrets of life and happiness. I soon devoured as many of Bradbury’s short story collections as I could. I loved the Halloween tinge that bled into many of his works—Halloween had always been my favorite time of year, and Autumn my favorite season. And while Bradbury wrote about future technology or horror or other speculative elements, he was never a science fiction writer. He was always an author who wrote about people. That’s what makes his pieces timeless.

I read Dandelion Wine a few summers ago. As a teacher with the summers off, the season still holds for me some of the magic it once did for me as a kid. I resolved to read Farewell Summer during the week before school started that very same summer—it seemed like an appropriate frame for my vacation. Both works have that painful twinge of nostalgia while still celebrating the human spirit, and they’re written about a simpler time, drawing from Bradbury’s childhood in the 1920s. The most important scene in Dandelion Wine is when one of the characters realizes why he’s so happy—he finally realizes that he’s alive, and knowing he’s alive is the best feeling in the world. I try to keep that thought in the back of my mind as the workweeks blend together. Never forget that you’re alive! At the end of Farewell Summer, there is an unforgettable image symbolizing the passing of the torch when it comes to human spirit, in which an older man metaphorically passes his life force to a younger boy. I have been trying to keep that idea in my mind: we are all alive and part of something larger than ourselves. I try to remember this on days when I just don’t feel like doing anything after work, on mornings when I would rather be sleeping an extra twenty minutes than writing that chapter in my next book. And it works—it makes me get up off the couch or out of the bed and smell those metaphorical roses. And realize I’m alive.

 Packing up my classroom for the summer, I came upon a Ray Bradbury piece I teach in my creative writing class. It’s called “The Pedestrian,” and it was written in 1951. The story tells of a man, a writer, who walks around the neighborhood at night while everyone else is inside. Though it was written more than half a century ago, Bradbury had the uncanny ability to predict where life was heading. In the story, everyone is inside—the suggestion is that they are all watching their televisions. The man in the story is the only one out, and in the end he is taken away by a police car—and it turns out there isn’t even a person inside the car; it’s all automated.

Every year I teach the story it scares my students a little. They recognize the number of hours they spend in front of the television, and they shudder, seeing that they have fulfilled Bradbury’s prophesy. Even on the last day of school, when students were dismissed from exams at 11 a.m., I heard students complaining in the hallway: “I don’t want to go home now—nothing’s on TV at 11 in the morning!” Since I first read “The Pedestrian,” I pay attention as I walk my dogs in the evening—pay attention to the windows I pass by, and it’s scary to count how many of them have that glowing blue flicker of the television screen. I’ve often wondered what humanity could accomplish if we collectively turned off our televisions and applied our brain power to something useful. Bradbury himself wrote 1,000-2,000 words every day—every day.  

And as I put away my copy of “The Pedestrian” for the summer, tucking it in its folder until next year, and pack up the rest of my classroom, I am reminded of the lesson from Dandelion Wine—and really, the lesson that is woven throughout all of Bradbury’s work. I am human. I am alive. With Bradbury’s death coming at the beginning of my summer, I am reminded that I am alive, and that every second of my summer off is a gift, and not one that should be squandered. How can I loaf around when there are flowers to smell and books to read and places to go and stories to write? There is so much to appreciate in this world—there’s just no time for reruns.

Often when a great mind dies, it is said that a bright light has gone out in the world. But that is not so. Ray Bradbury was once told that he would live forever. And while that is physically impossible, it is already true for him—metaphorically. Ray Bradbury lives everywhere a child discovers the joy of being alive. He lives every time a writer sits down to pen a new tale. Every place a young reader cracks open one of his books and discovers his old tales as if they were brand new.

Even before I was published, Ray Bradbury had been a profound influence on my life as a reader, a writer, and a human being. He has cast light on the mystery of the human experience, and he has reminded us of what it means to be alive. So take some time today to breathe a little more deeply. To look at something mundane—really look at it—in a new and profound way.  To appreciate the fact that you’re alive. And when your breast swells and your heart pumps with the realization of it, smile—for you’ll be touching the spirit of Ray Bradbury himself. Because you’ll know, then, that you’re alive!