Find Hearken to Avalon at your local bookshop! You can request your local bookshop owner to carry Hearken to Avalon. They can order it directly from my publisher, CreateSpace or through Amazon.com. AND if you want me (the author) to do a book reading and signing at your local library, bookshop or other establishment, please leave
On Saturday, December 12, 2015, I had my first book reading and signing at my local library. It was a sweet first showing and I am enthusiastic to do more! What is equally exciting is to see my novel, Hearken to Avalon, on display at my local library, Belding Memorial Library in Ashfield, MA. It just
I am learning the value of saying (and meaning) “Oh well.” Seven people laid eyes upon my novel, Hearken to Avalon, during the editing process. Myself, two editors, one proofreader, and three reviewers. Seven. And none of us caught a very specific spelling error. I recognize many folks’ eyes tend to read the pattern and
Shameless promotion! Hearken to Avalon is published! Buy it now on CreateSpace! How you can help me promote my novel: “Like” Hearken to Avalon on Facebook and “share” my posts. Purchase Hearken to Avalon through CreateSpace. Though you can also purchase my work of historical fiction on Amazon.com, CreateSpace gives me a better royalty. Purchase it
Dear Ones, At Samhain the Beloved dead are honored and the new births are celebrated. And this October I have experienced both a death and a birth. On October 15th my mother, Mary Ann, passed away. She was just shy of 74 years old. She was so looking forward to reading my novel and refused
Hello my Dear Ones! Exciting news! I’ve made $3,760.00 in contributions through Indiegogo; 63% of my original goal. Additionally, I have received $650.00 in checks and cash, bringing the total to: $4,410.00 in contributions. THANK YOU EVERYONE! I am so many more steps closer to manifesting my dream and publishing my novel, Hearken to Avalon!
“In the dusk, angels and demons walk. Who knows who they are? Or which is which. But there they are, sneaking their gifts into the crevices of change.” ~ Lillian Nattel, The River Midnight I read this excerpt, not from this book, but in If a Tree Falls by Jennifer Rosner. A very moving account