Working out introduces you to a world of confidence within yourself that you didn't know existed. There is a jolt of energy infused into the body after the work has been done. The sweat revitalizes the muscles and the body simply asks for more, or perhaps that's just me. I get it. Interaction with people who enjoy that kind of activities give you a different perspective in things, you start to see things and people in different ways. It's actually really extraordinary.
Reading is the same thing for me.
Is like that book you think you won't like because it's not the "normal" genre you usually read. I've found myself surprised of how much I enjoy reading stories that I'd never ever had read if it hadn't been because I interacted with the author of such story. Meeting new people from different parts of the world and from different social circles has enriched my life tremendously.
Continue to work. Continue to read. Continue to learn.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Inserts of "Found".
"FOUND" By Veronica Brannon. Coming soon!!
As I sit
here contemplating my baby girl sleeping peacefully, without a care in the
world, I think… how can anyone let go of such beauty? How could I ever say no
to that little piece of myself? I gave life to her and there’s no way I could
ever give her away, much less abandon her, but…
But a mind can change on
a dime, and it did…
A mixture of hazy astray
desperation was drawn on the face staring at the sweet innocence of the baby
sleeping peacefully in a basket. Still under the heavy influence of the dope she
had consumed not too long ago, and to a point unaware of what she was doing and
what she just, a day before thought would never do, she abandoned her baby. She
left her there at the mercy of no one, but in the back of her mind she held hope
that a good soul would find her. She kissed the baby’s forehead one last time.
“I love you, my baby…”
then she walked away.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Bits and pieces from TIED UP HEART
“Welcome aboard Mr. Rosenthal, Peterson.” The pilot
stretched out his hand to Tom in a friendly manner. Peterson gave Luke a nod.
“We'll be in Cabo in about 6 Hours. The weather looks
perfect in our direction so we are ready and cleared for takeoff, Miss Wells
here, will be taking care of you Mr. Rosenthal.”
“Thank you Miss Wells.” He was enjoying her beauty as she
gave him a subtle smile.
'Beautiful eyes, beautiful smile... Damn what a babe! Alisa
has nothing on this cupcake.'
Daniel and Luke traded a suspicious look, then, Tom directed
his gaze to the pilot. “Thanks Luke, we are ready.”
As we got ready to climb into the jet, Peterson's right arm
reached for the handrail of the 5 step ladder that lead to the entrance of the
aircraft, and I was able to see that he was wearing a shoulder holster, and he
had a gun in it.
'Oh God, he's carrying a gun! I wonder why, could it simply
be security? I hope that's what it is.'
I made myself stop thinking about the gun, but I couldn't
avoid feeling very nervous. I've never been much fan of weapons, they make me
really nervous and I don’t even know why, they just do.
Tom made a gesture with his hand for Sophie to climb up into
the jet, and as she did, he got an eye full of her nice, tight, little ass that
was covered only by a thin piece of fabric. He looked at Peterson and made a
face. His eyebrows crinkle just a bit and puckered his lips as if saying 'Ooh'. Peterson grinned back at him.
“Remind me to thank my mother for being so persistent with
me to take this trip.” Tom remarked lowering his voice grinning. Peterson shook
his head smiling.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Long gone.
Why do moments have to turn into memories? Of you, that's all I have.
I wanted to keep the reality of you, of me, of us. The reality of how it used to be.
Time passes, there's so much we need to do and not enough... time.
I thought I could fix the broken soul but I couldn't because according to you, I'm consumed by other things that keep me away.
Think you're an option? As if that was a bad thing. Bad is not even be that. Bad is being just a shadow, and you're not... I am.
I wanted to keep the reality of you, of me, of us. The reality of how it used to be.
Time passes, there's so much we need to do and not enough... time.
I thought I could fix the broken soul but I couldn't because according to you, I'm consumed by other things that keep me away.
Think you're an option? As if that was a bad thing. Bad is not even be that. Bad is being just a shadow, and you're not... I am.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Chain Blog
I'm so grateful to have been invited to add another link to this "chain blog".
I received the invitation from the super ingenious, Mr. James Kafka.
You can find all kinds of information about Mr. James Kafka, his book WARFOLKAN (which I already read and totally recommend) and many other things he likes and dislike. All that is in his blog.
http://pellmellx10.blogspot.
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Also I would love to give a big welcome to F.B. Jefferson. He is an aspiring author who loves to learn anything and everything.
And here are the answers we got from F.B Jefferson.
And another great writer and good friend of mine, J.D. Estrada.
You can find all kinds of information about Mr. James Kafka, his book WARFOLKAN (which I already read and totally recommend) and many other things he likes and dislike. All that is in his blog.
http://pellmellx10.blogspot.
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Also I would love to give a big welcome to F.B. Jefferson. He is an aspiring author who loves to learn anything and everything.
And here are the answers we got from F.B Jefferson.
What am I working on?
I'm currently in the process of writing four poems, three short stories and I'm mentally steeping over what will hopefully be my first novel.
How does my work differ from others in its genre?
I would like to say it's unique, but the truth is I have no idea. From what I can only guess, it's a lot of science-fiction/cyberpunk with a dash of out of the box thinking. I have ideas of a utopia and a very dark sense of humor, not to mention I like the macabre and obscure.
Why do I write what I do?
I had an accident that landed me in the wheelchair, now I can't help but see our dystopia.
How does my writing process work?
When I focus on poetry, I pick a meter and make myself a sentence. I then try and convey something by finding a rhyme scheme. Dictionaries make this quite easy. As for the stories I have a bad habit of mixing the snowflake method with premature editing. I hope to bypass that for my first work.
Visit F.B.Jefferson on Twitter and find out more about what he is all about
We should meet some more talented authors next Monday when F.B. Jefferson forwards the opportunity to someone else.
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On a previous occasion I received the opportunity from Stephanie Collier. You can find Stephanie Collier info here:
Website: http://www.StephanieCollier.
Amazon: www.amazon.com/dp/B00I6BT6UA
Facebook: www.facebook.com/
Twitter: www.twitter.com/sncollier4
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J. D.
Estrada was born, bred and raised in Puerto Rico. Throughout his life, he’s
often been fascinated by connecting with other people and that human aspect of
our relationships. As a kid, he dreamt of inventing stuff... he just never knew
he’d end up doing it using words.
He
feels most at home sliding on a wave on his bodyboard, strumming his guitar,
reading a fascinating book and writing. Married, the youngest of three brothers
and a devoted son, he has a passion to write, and he’s just getting started.
His
book Only Human is available on Amazon
It is a
very entertaining and interesting story not just about vampires but also about
an Only Human. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a well written story.
I read it, you should too!
You can
also connect with him on Twitter
Where
you will be able to enjoy good tweets
And on
G+
Where
you will find all sorts of great poetry and comments, and short stories. You
won't be disappointed.
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And last but not least, my dear Arlene Valle.
Arlene
Valle is Canadian living in Ohio. Her first romance novel "ARRANGED"
takes place on Isla Margarita, Venezuela. It is available on Amazon,
Barnes&Noble and Kobo.
Connect
with Arlene on:
Connect
with Arlene on:
I read her book and the story is HOT!
If you like a steamy romance with a twist, this is the book for you. What are
you waiting for? Go check it out!!
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Finally a
little bit about me. (Talking on 3rd person because.. why not?)
Verónica
Brannon loves to read and write contemporary romance. She loves the happily
ever after end in a story and wishes that would also apply to the real world,
but knows that the real world is not a fairy tale.
Her first book is Tied up Heart and it's available on Kindle.
She's
fairly new to the writing world but enjoys every aspect of it. She speaks
Spanish and English, and is in the process of translating her novel into Spanish.
She's originally from the west coast of México but resides in Tennessee since
1996. She is married and has one daughter.
You can
also find Verónica on
I hope
you guys connect with these awesome people, you will have a great time getting
to know them. Stop by to say hi!!
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
It's dark, and all I hear are the frogs croaking in the background, in the emptiness of the night.
I'm sitting alone contemplative the fire wood creep and crackle as it burns down in front of me.
Is like music you can't write because there's no way to describe what you hear out here in the wilderness.
Beauty you can't see but you feel.
Beauty you can't touch but you breathe.
Beauty all around, surrounds you.
Surround me with your arms, come live in my empty world, and it'll be empty no more.
I'm sitting alone contemplative the fire wood creep and crackle as it burns down in front of me.
Is like music you can't write because there's no way to describe what you hear out here in the wilderness.
Beauty you can't see but you feel.
Beauty you can't touch but you breathe.
Beauty all around, surrounds you.
Surround me with your arms, come live in my empty world, and it'll be empty no more.
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