Saturday, March 3, 2018
On Saturday morning at SleuthFest mystery writers’ conference, I listened to Gregg E. Brickman talk about book interior design for indie authors.
The Saturday luncheon had Guest of Honor Andrew Gross give his inspirational speech on “Career Transitions: Meeting the Challenge of Change.”
Following the GOH’s talk, our chapter’s winner of the prestigious Flamingo Award was announced. Guess what? It was ME!!!!! I was thrilled and excited to receive this honored service award.
In the afternoon, I heard Dr. Katherine Ramsland, Al Hallonquist, Dirk Wyle, and Richard Wymer discuss the Natalie Wood case and all the conflicting theories about what happened that fateful night.
Next, book reviewer Oline Cogdill interviewed all of the guest authors. Then…
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I’m deeply grateful to everyone who has purchased, read, and taken the time to review one of my books. All profits from my books go to help get dogs like Clifford, Bella, Elton, Cookie, Betty, Jayla, Dakota, Jacoby, Terrance, Noreen, Girly girl, Rosaleen, Reba, Leo, siblings Tanner & Sue, Millicent, Lucy, Phoebe, Meeka, Vikingo, Maverick, Gershwin, Halo, Trudy, Porter, Rory, Ruby, Lulu, Angel, Eliza, bonded siblings elderly Bruno & Bullet, Casper & Kassidy (see photos below) out of kill shelters. So far in 2018, 106 dogs have been rescued. In 2017 we’ve helped free 904 dogs. In 2016, 250 dogs were freed. In 2015, 148 dogs were freed.
AND please for everyone who’s purchased a book could I humbly ask you to write a review when you’ve completed the read. Amazon promotes and ranks books according to number of reviews in addition to sales. Every voice helps spread the word…
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I felt the need yesterday to write a new story that did not involve Fairy Queens and Irish shenanigans… WIP. And I was also chopping onions for lunch. I must state at this point that this is a work of fiction and my own husband chops his own onions, does not have halitosis and is generous in the extreme…….
Onions by Sally Cronin
Olivia chopped the onion carefully, avoiding the cut on her knuckles from yesterday’s little escapade. She hated cutting onions, having tried every trick in the book to stop herself crying copiously onto the culprits in question. She had popped the handle of a silver spoon in her mouth and clenched it with her teeth, worn her son’s snorkelling mask, cut the onions under water in the sink, and had even frozen them for 20 minutes before attacking them with a very sharp knife. Which is why she…
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