Finishing a Long Series – Guest Post by Author, Charles Yallowitz…

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

Thank you to the Storyreading Ape for letting me be a guest and helping me promote Legends of Windemere: Warlord of the Forgotten Age. After 19 years of writing, editing, outlining, and toiling, my big fantasy adventure series comes to an end. I no longer wake up ready to write about Luke Callindor’s latest obstacle or how Nyx is worried that her family is about to get destroyed. I’ve given Fizzle his last apple and Timoran Wrath his last bottle of Ifrit mead. Yeah, this is fairly melodramatic, but these characters have been a part of my life longer for nearly two decades. Is it odd that part of me wishes I held out long enough to make it for an even 20?

Dwelling on the recent past makes me think back to the beginning where I never considered it would end. I had plenty of other stories to…

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Introduce Yourself: Introducing Guest Author Jessica Bakkers

The PBS Blog

Welcome to Introduce Yourself, a new and exciting blog segment of The PBS Blog dedicated to introducing to you new and established authors and their books.

Today I’d like to extend a warm welcome to Jessica Bakkers. Welcome to The PBS Blog! Let’s get started.

What is your name and where are you from?

Jessica Bakkers but my friends call me Jess. I’m from Down Under else-wise known as Australia. Victoria specifically.

You like the cold huh?

No but I’m well insulated *double chins shake with laughter*

Loll. What is the most annoying habit you have?

Either road rage or grammar nit-picking. Or snoring my husband might say.

What job do you think you’d be really good at?

Er, writer *smiles*

Yea, I guess that was pretty obvious lol. Jess, what was your childhood dream?

Er, writer… *bigger smile*

Lolll. In your own words, what is love?

Love is feeling…

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Today’s Featured Blog is…Erichmichaels!




Father’s Day. He always started off the week leading up to Father’s Day coming up with all the possible excuses not to visit his father. A presentation that needed tweaking, a new romance that needed coaxing…something. However, when it came right down to it, he always made the trip; this year would be no exception. He sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at his hands, thinking about how different he and his father were. He slowly rotated his hands around looking at the well manicured nature of them, the pushed back cuticles, the perfectly trimmed nails and the buttery, softness of his hands, and he felt acutely ashamed. He clenched his fists, feeling his trimmed nails bite into his palms. He would wait until dark to make the trip, so there would be less chance of other visitors.

A few hours later, he walks out of the…

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The sound of his steps…

Cyranny’s Cove!

Cyranny's Cove


Curled up under the warm duvet, she fought sleep a little longer. She liked to let her thoughts wander before she lost control of them for the night. She revisited the day past, and  her mind focused on the sound of his steps earlier that afternoon…

– Oh yeah, I’ve been told before.. I’m a heavy walker, you know!

That thought seemed to amuse him, and he laughed heartedly as they kept going along the path in the woods. She blushed a little, embarassed to have mentionned something that now looked somewhat silly, just not to her.

She, herself had a stealth walk. Her feet never made noise when they touched the ground and people often criticized her for it.

“Ah!! I didn’t hear you coming! Stop scaring me like this! You always arrive like a mouse!!!”

She sometimes wished she had the confident walk of those high heeled women…

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A musical fable…

This is A Hansen Chronicle!!

A Hansen Chronicle

Sometimes allegory can express what prose cannot. Here is a new piece, a very short one. I hope it touches you.


The day having strewn her winding path with varied turns and twists, Poetta found herself near sunset out on a lush, happy, grassy field — at peace yet not in stillness.

Her deep contentment was born not of quietness, but of melodies and motion and voices.

Among a throng of musicians and revelers, her thoughts were lively as well. Hearing someone speak of happiness, she cried out, “That voice! I recognize that voice…”

And she realized it was her own.

Poetta had lived many, many years, yet she was still a girl. A girl with a voice. A girl who thought often about sunsets.

Upon arriving at this grassy field she met a dear friend who thrilled to see that in spite of the stumbles on the shadowy road…

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Terror at the Camp Out (Halloween Story)

A Halloween story from Nutsrok!!



The backyard campout was all Billy and his friends could talk about. My cousin Sue and I furiously watched them build a tent out of old quilts stretched over the clothesline, furious we couldn’t camp out with them. No girls allowed!

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Contemplating NaNoWriMo

I would like you to meet Scott’s World!!

Scott's World

As the end of October approaches, I have been thinking seriously about trying my hand at NaNoWriMo this year. For those of you who aren’t familiar with it, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, which is held every November. The basic idea is that participants are supposed to set a goal of writing 50,000 words (the generally accepted approxamite length of a commercial novel) between the 1st and the 30th of the month.  More details about it can be found at the official website,

The very idea is a bit daunting. It means writing an average of 1,667 words per day, assuming no days are skipped, and still having to fit in a full time job, eating, sleeping, and spending time with the family. While not impossible, there’s a reason why this isn’t held every month and writers all over the world aren’t cranking out 12 novels…

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Dragging My Feet

Introducing Thoughts, Musings, and Storytelling!

Writing in Real Time

I generally talk a good game about embracing Change and emphasizing its positive benefits. After all, The Universe doesn’t exist in a vacuum. Well, okay it does, but not in the way that I mean. I’ve been dragging my feet in implementing some items on my website ( for some time now because there’s a part of me that is still holding on to that youthful fantasy about what it means to be a writer. But Change is inevitable and you have to go with it if Progress is to be made.

Here are a few changes that are now in place:

1) A Mailing List and Sign-Up Form: There’s something unromantic about putting a mechanism in place to notify people of new developments. However, it would be the height of naivety and a little arrogant to assume that just because there are people who like my work…

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those few hours…

This is Goin’ the..Extra..AAMile!!

Goin' the extra..aaamile

“…the moment she walked inside the room I felt a strange connection, I looked towards the door, it was not that I knew her, it was only my first day in the city and besides I was standing in a room with people I had never met before. It was the inaugural party for Fetch Profits, they had recently started operations in Hyderabad, and I had been transferred from Mumbai to Hyderabad to help them out with the office setup and other official matters. Not being a big fan of office parties, socializing or drinking, I was found standing in one corner of the room, sipping on my glass of coke which I was holding in my hand for the last 10 minutes. There was loud music, people chatting (I wondered if they could even hear each other) others drinking like fish at the bar…and myself, well I was watching…

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Beauty of My Heart

Meet Michael’s Origins!

Michael Rios

As you stare with all your power

Eyes of many colors

I shower you with flowers

As I gaze upon your massive strengths

Delegate curves of desire

I feel the fires of your energy

Radiate my soul

Although at times

You and I try to manipulate each other

I still admire you with great passion

And when I stroke, fondle your buttons of joy

You light up my day

When I press the right key to your heart

You are my state of the art

A package bundled with many pleasures

May I dock with your port?

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