1: Flat regions on either side of the forehead 2: Places or things regarded as having within them a divine presence 3: Devices in looms that keep cloth stretched to the correct width during weaving 4: Buildings reserved for a highly valued function: libraries, temples of learning 5: Phil Temples.
I’m excited to announce the official book launch for “The Allston Variant”, the second in the Carrie Bloomfield Novel series, will happen on Saturday, May 11, 2019 from 2-4 PM at New England Mobile Book Fair, 241 Needham St, Newton Upper Falls, MA. Light refreshments will be served.
I’ve begun writing the third book in the Carrie Bloomfield series of scientific murder-mystery novels, with the working title Uncontacted Frontier:
Scientist-turned-entrepreneur Carrie Bloomfield is caught up in adventure and intrigue when she goes on an expedition to the Amazon in Brazil to collect fauna and flora for potentially promising pharmaceuticals.
I’ll sit down face-to-face with a literary agent, pitch my manuscript and obtain feedback at the upcoming Muse & the Marketplace Writers Conference.
I’m attending the Muse and the Marketplace writing conference at the Park Plaza in Boston at the beginning of April. The Muse is billed as “the number one writing conference in North America” with over 140 well-known authors and “more than 800 people on some 100 panels.”
I wanted to put in a plug for GrubStreet. From their website:
“GrubStreet is one of the nation’s leading creative writing centers. We believe that narrative transforms lives, builds bridges, and produces empathy. By rigorously developing voices of every type and talent and by removing barriers to entry, GrubStreet fosters the creation of meaningful stories and ensures that excellent writing remains vital and relevant.”
I’ve attended a few of their free workshops in the past. I finally decided this week to become a member.
The two were interrupted by the sound of an approaching car. It was situated just on the other side of the rise in the road ahead. They couldn’t see it yet, but judging by the sound of the engine, the driver was really gunning it. The car came upon them fast. The two quickly stepped off to the side of the road. Seconds later, a long, dark vehicle with only one working headlight crested the hill. Veering off the road, it headed directly for the two fifteen-year-olds.
The hearse struck Randy head-on. The impact threw him in the air and he landed almost twenty feet away. The same collision dealt Kyle only a glancing blow.
“Wh- Wha…?” When Kyle came to he saw an old, sinister-looking man standing over him. The man smiled an evil grin, and struck Kyle on the head with a club, knocking him unconscious again.