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Our October Author Interviews--10/4 Wendy Tyson, 10/11 Marilyn Levinson, 10/18 Earl Javorski, 10/25 Linda Lovely. Please join us in welcoming these authors to WWK.
October Saturday Guest Bloggers: 10/7 Mark Bacon, 10/14 Elaine Orr, 10/21 WWK's Margaret S. Hamilton, 10/28 Kait Carson, and E. B. Davis 10/31 to fill out our fifth Tuesday.
WWK’s Carla Damron was one of three finalist for her novel, The Stone Necklace. Go to Carladamron.com for more information. Congratulations, Carla! Look for Carla's blog this month to find out the winner.
Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:
Warren Bull's new Lincoln mystery, Abraham Lincoln In Court & Campaign has been released. Look for the Kindle version on February 3.
Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.
In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Sight Unseen" in Fish Out of Water, Guppie (SinC) anthology, just released, and "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017.
Margaret S. Hamilton's short story, "Baby Killer" will appear in the 2017 solar eclipse anthology Day of the Dark to be published this summer prior to the eclipse in August.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Autumn Has Officially Arrived
Back in the dark ages when each sport had its own season, I played my favorite sport in Autumn. I reveled in playing soccer throughout high school, college and even a few years of semipro before joint problems put an end to that pleasure.
Autumn is about transitions. Many birds migrate during this season. Shorebirds migrate mostly during late summer, but I live in an area with only a sandpiper or plover or three and hardly miss them when they are suddenly gone. It’s the passerines I miss. My ruby-throated hummingbirds have moved south. Hummers (the birds, not the vehicles) are the hardest working avian: up before dawn, still feeding after dusk. The ethereal call of veeries and wood thrushes are now silent. Ruffed grouse (referred to as partridge in these parts) are moving around more and the least wily are ending up in hunter’s bags, although for another week or two the leaves still provide them decent cover. Deer are also moving in the woods as the bucks start to hormone-up for rutting season.
And of course the most obvious sign of autumn is the changing leaves. For us, high color is usually the third week in September—which incorporates the official Autumnal start. In good years the colors are absolutely stunning, rivaling anything New England can put on (and I’ve lived there too). In normal years they slide down the scale from absolutely stunning to merely marvelous. This year is one of those—too much wind and rain stripped the trees of some of their color.
What, you wonder, has this to do with writing? Nothing and everything.