Linzé's Mischief: 12 June 2016

Sometime during the past week a Facebook friend, Rosanna Leo, made a comment that writers need to eat from the four essential food groups: reading snacks, writing snacks, editing snacks, and the depths of despair snacks.

While I am not yet ready for number four, I have been indulging in number one and number two. The problem is that number three is not quite to my taste and one I tend to avoid as much as possible. That said, the time does come when the editing snack is an essential part of healthy writing. And I eventually succumbed to the pressure two days ago.

While I had to give in, it doesn't mean that I gave in without a fight! And I made it a good one, trust me. All the way to the chocolate chip cookie. I stared at the shelf in the store for a long enough time that I am sure my fellow shoppers took their trolleys to the next aisle with all due haste.

One cannot be too careful around these cookie-staring-people after all.

Three chapters are done and sent off to the editor. The next three will be tackled into submission with grit and red pen this coming week. I will not let this non-fiction book get the better of me. Cookie, please!

I was happy to see that my fellow Tweeps on Co-Promote did their part to get the book review I did on the debut novel of Ed Kurst out there this past week. We can all use the extra push, and I hope you got your copy of The Know Preservation to enjoy too.

The next book's review is already scheduled on my blog, but since it is part of a blog tour, you will have to wait and see what I thought about, My Last Love by Falguni Kothari. It will feature on the 20th. Yeah, I know, another week!

The good news is that The Billionaire Baritone will make his appearance on the Broomstick from Thursday and on Wattpad a day or so later.

And on that grand note, I have to find some reading snacks, I have a story to read (and comment on) from one of the JOURNEY authors. Now what will it be? Chocolate? Chips? Hmm...

Until the next installment, snack away dear friends!

Guest Post by Ed Kurst, author of The Know Preservation

Welcome to another exciting tour with Novel Publicity. This time with Author Ed Kurst and his first novel, The Know Preservation! As usual, we've got great bloggers joining us with reviews, guest posts and interviews as well as unique prizes like a Kindle Paperwhite, and pen set!

As part of our launch week celebrations, The Know: Preservation is on sale for only 99¢! Get it before the end of the week!

Guest Post with Author Ed Kurst

Maddie Alkira Reminisces About The Passing of the Journey Stone

  Sometimes very old memories are actually just recollections of remembrances. They are a group of fuzzy images and half heard sounds, or they can sometimes not even be real events. But this day, I still remember moment by moment as if I am still there.
  It was 1915. I wasn’t obsessed with saving all humankind. I was only five years old.
  My parents were taking me on a trip: a long dirt road, hours of travel, the heat of the day beating down. I alternately sat and slept on top of the newly shorn sheep wool that was sheltered under the canopied cart. Alice, our lone mare, pulled it. This was the first time my parents had allowed me to accompany them to the city and marketplace.
  What excitement I had felt going to the city, the anticipation of the many stalls, and my parents trading our wool with strange people for flour and sugar. It was also where Maw Maw lived, of whom my mother always spoke.
  After five hours of jerky, bumpy travel in the cart, we finally reached the city of Darwin.
  In those days, only about a thousand people lived in the city, mostly foreigners. The Aboriginal community where I was from numbered many, many thousands, but they lived in small settlements in the surrounding area. When we arrived, my parents left me with Maw Maw while they went to do their trading.
  Maybe it was just because I was only five years old, but I remember my great-grandmother as being very tall. She had very dark blue eyes, much like my own.
  I thought Maw Maw was the oldest person in the whole world. And, in fact, that actually may have been the case at the time. She would have been one hundred years old that year.
  She lived in a simple one room house with a white clapboard front and a flat tar-paper roof. There was a large garden in the back filled with flowers, herbs, and vegetables. Combined with my parents’ sheep jerky and trade goods, it provided most of Maw Maw’s food for the year.
  But it wasn’t how she looked or the excitement of being in the city or the prospect of freshly baked sweet biscuits that makes me remember that day. It was the odd question that she asked me.
  When we were seated across a rickety old kitchen table, she asked, “Child, do you Know why you are here today?”
  “Of course,” I had replied with some pride. “I turned five years old two weeks ago. Mother and father said I was old enough to see the city market…and to visit you. That’s why I am here today, to see you Maw Maw!”
  My great-grandmother had stared so intensely at me, and it had seemed her deep blue eyes had glowed from within. “Child, do you Know why you are here today?”
  I had looked away, troubled, and had thought harder.
  In the last year I had started Knowing things: when the neighbor’s dog would be hit by a car and when lightning would strike our barn. After the first Know, I had understood, heeded the second, and shooed Alice out just in time.
  I hadn’t been sure if Maw Maw was asking me about those things.
  I hadn’t intended to tell her. I had thought those were my secrets. Then I had looked deep into her eyes, and something had changed.
  I had felt weightless. The light streaming in through the kitchen window had seemed to grow dim, as if I was falling into an unending well of darkness. Frightened, I had closed my eyes and cried out. It was like my mind was a part of hers. I also was connected to something else—something dark and frightening—but enriching and amazing at the same time.
  In my mind’s eye, I had had a vision, a Know. Starting with me, a seeming unending line of people had streamed into the distance, into the ancient past. And in front of me, a long lifetime, but one that ended in fire, destroying everyone and everything.
  And then there was nothing.
  When I opened my eyes, Maw Maw’s wrinkled face was looking down at me, happy and smiling, which was odd given what I...we, had just seen together.
  I was on the floor, and she had helped me to a sitting position. She had seemed so full of energy and purpose. “Maddie, you brighten Maw Maw’s day like no other in her entire life. Can you keep a secret?”
  A five year old can pledge almost anything—and yet it really had no binding effect—but this was different. It had a deep, gut-tumbling meaning to me, and it was my Maw Maw asking. “Yes Maw Maw, I promise.”
  And then my great-grandmother had told me the legends of the Great Migration of our people and the Dream Time and the Know. She had spoken of old Tril with awe and then more affectionately of someone called Tirnal. My Maw Maw had said that whenever I Knew something, I must always believe it; never cast it away as a day dream or casual thought.
  That had been the beginning of my training. I spent every summer for seven years with her. At the end of the seventh summer, on her deathbed, my Maw Maw had asked the question one more time. “Do you Know why you are here my child?”
  I had replied solemnly, “Yes, to preserve the Know and begin the evolution.” She had handed me the talisman of our Clan, the journey stone, and then joined our ancestors.

About the Book
John Preston set aside the easy bullet that would end his certain lingering death. He now Knew too much. His mind had just returned from a wild ride tens of thousands of years into the past where he witnessed three primitive humans divining a path to save humankind from a global fiery catastrophe. What John now Knew might cure him but could also require he shred the very fabric of time and space.
John’s quest for answers will thrust him into the lead role to confront the Consortium, a cabal of eight families with the power to Know the future and the past. Guided by John’s latent Know ability and a 70,000 year old prophecy, he sets out on a path for his own salvation. Success will mean life, failure…a cruel doom for all humankind.
Preservation is the first book in the Know Trilogy which wraps a new theory of space-time, humankind’s evolution, millennia old conspiracies, and imminent global destruction around a broken man’s redemption, an evil man’s reckoning and a driven woman’s unique destiny.

About the Author
Ed Kurst’s life as a child was a nostalgic bit of Americana, with two married parents, one sibling, and a pet beagle. They didn’t even lock their cars. The only thing missing was the proverbial white picket fence, but their neighbor did build a split rail one from seasoned logs.
As a kid, Ed frequented a neighborhood library, accessed by a spiral staircase to the second floor of an old brick building. It was a wondrous place to a curious child. Hardback novels were stacked from floor to ceiling and nestled in every nook and cranny of the library’s dusty shelves. Tolkien, Lovecraft, and Asimov were his first and favorite fantasy and science fiction authors. In between reading these classics, he devoured every book about dinosaurs and astrophysics his young mind could comprehend.
These early literary influences eventually led him to study a pre-med, engineering curriculum with a special focus on the psychology and physiology of the human brain. Eager to get out in the real world, and not spend six more years in school, he decided to pursue the engineering side of his interests. He didn’t completely abandon his calling for medicine. But getting an EMT qualification and occasionally riding an ambulance at night seemed to satisfy that urge.
Ed Kurst’s engineering vocation led him to live and work in five European countries and several places in the United States. During the last decade of a varied career, he settled in the US Gulf Coast and specialized in leading diverse technical teams to implement new technology and develop mega engineering projects. Once retired, he turned his attention to other pursuits.
One fateful month, about eight years ago, he was reading all he could about the CERN particle accelerator, the migration of homo sapiens out of Africa, the demise of the Neanderthals, and epigenetics. He also was reacquainting himself with his favorite fantasy and science fiction authors. Voilà, The Know trilogy was born!
The first book—The Know: Preservation—is due for publication in 2016.
The second—The Know: Evolution—is in draft form and scheduled for 2017.
The last in the series—The Know: Salvation—should follow in 2018.
And, another novel—The Fae—is in progress as well. It’s packed full of strange and wonderful fantasy creatures that live and love and scheme right under our very noses!

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Book Review: THE KNOW PRESERVATION by Ed Kurst

The Kindle edition

It has been a while since I read a sci-fi novel, so it was with some uncertainty that I volunteered to read and review THE KNOW PRESERVATION.

Quantum physics, nuclear reactors, particle accelerators, the past, the present and the future all rolled into one heck of a ride.

The start of the story will leave you confused and wondering what is going to happen with all the characters and their agendas. I quickly realised that to keep track of what is going on, and it was a good idea to read as much of the beginning as possible. There are many characters in this story and keeping track of them had been a challenge. Often authors assign names, and therefore identities, to unimportant characters, and it creates havoc for the reader in trying to keep them straight.

In The Know Preservation, there are nineteen characters of which seventeen play a major role in the story. The other two are not featured so prominently, but they are important to the backstory to understand the history. It wasn't always clear who was who since the author sometimes used only their first names or last names during introductory chapters. It took a chapter or three to start connecting the names to figure out which characters were in the scene or dialogue.

I liked John Preston, the main character. He is an engineer and was portrayed in ways that could only be described as typical of engineers. His character always acted within the constraints set upon him by the author. His physical limitations resulting from his health issues were offset against his intellect - his biggest asset being employed in the plot. He wasn't a soldier, and neither was his character ever changed into one even in the combat scenes.

I also liked Stacey Hanson. Her determination and will to win were portrayed in every action and decision in the story. You understand her motivation and drive soon, and you have to take your hat off to her in the way she manages to do what is required.

You also get to meet the great Albert Einstein. His character flows seamlessly into the plot and his contribution to it is quite believable. Some of his travels with John delivered amusing scenes.

John and Stacey's journeys into the past and future are fraught with problems as they start to unravel secrets that have been kept from them. They learn about the real reasons two particle accelerators were built on opposite sides of the globe. They uncover the role-players, the double agents, the undercover agents, the horrors of the past, and the decisions that were in the distant past made to set generations of people on a path towards averting a catastrophe.

As soon as the action starts, the story becomes easier to read and yet the tension proportionally ramps up to throat tightening levels. What are they going to do? Will they take the risks to change the outcome? Will the risks be worth the price they could pay?

The action in the story is handled with aplomb and an exceptional eye for detail. The resulting one-on-one combat scenes are graphic, and you will feel the pain, the suspense and in some case the helplessness the characters are struggling with as they try to fulfill their mission.

Some of the other characters will gain your sympathy, yet others will make you cringe in horror at the things they do or have done. The good guys are not perfect people, which makes their characters so much more likable.

As an engineer myself, I love the humour and have a huge appreciation for the author's handling of the science in the story. It might not be easy for every reader to get the science (fiction) in the story, but I suggest that you battle on as the story will unfold in more palatable scenes.

The writing was well executed, and the story moves forward at a good pace. Despite the complications of the scientific terminology in the story, it was a terrific read and a thrill ride from the first page.

The first chapters are short, and it will help the reader to read them in one sitting to get a feel for the story and the multiple plot lines. My notes were detailed for the first twenty chapters to try and keep track, but after that the storyline flowed, and the different plot lines started to flow together or made more sense as the story unfolded.

The ending was written to leave a well-defined start for the next book, and yet not so open-ended that you feel dissatisfied with the result. It is the first book in a trilogy, and I look forward to the next book. I can safely say that Ed Kurst has at least one fan.

My rating of The Know Preservation by Ed Kurst:

Linzé's Mischief: 5 June 2016

The past week saw me focusing on getting one thing done: reading a book. Yeah, I love books and it isn't every day that I have to give up other stuff to read. The book, The Know Preservation, is scheduled to launch tomorrow and I am one of the first reviewers of this debut science fiction novel. Nope, not going to tell you any more. Pop around tomorrow after 1 am my time (GMT+2) to find out if it was worth the effort to put my social life on hold for a week.

Francois and I went to Sandton City this morning. Since we don't live in Jo'burg it usually becomes a half-day excursion. Gautrain from Centurion to Sandton, breakfast, shopping, and sometimes even lunch.

Today though we went for a reason: to buy a sword. Yikes! There is a very nice shop in the mall that stock all kinds of knives, swords and other kinds of martial arts weapons. Yeah, they are real. The replica swords don't have sharpened blades, but trust me, it is not a toy.

He settled on a beautiful specimen. It is a replica of someone's weapon from somewhere in history (he still hasn't told me whose) and will make a nice prop for photographs. He bought his first sword in Spain a few years ago and lugged it all the way home through two countries.

When I first saw the oddly shaped box thing he carried through the baggage terminal at OR Tambo International, I thought he bought a rifle. 😳

A Facebook friend posted a link about Bullet Journaling a day or two ago. I have been giving it a try since then and will see how it pans out in June. Makes only sense to try something new for a while before deciding if it is working or not. If you want to see if it is something you would like to try, visit www.bulletjournal.com for more info.

I have been trying another handwritten method, but the A3 page is simply too big to have on my desk. It constantly gets in my way, and frankly became more of an irritation than a help; so Bullet Journal = Plan B for June.

I have also started to read (for review) a romance novel by an Indian author. I have read another book of hers before and didn't particularly like it. This one, however, six chapters in, is a different story altogether. I like it but will only give a final verdict in my review coming in the second half of June. My review is part of a blog tour of the book, and one of the last reviews on the tour. From what I can gather so far, the other reviewers really loved the story.

Lately, romance was getting a touch lackluster for me, and I have only looked into reading books that are different. Will this one make the grade? We'll see.

I contacted a publishing company to edit and publish the non-fiction book I have been threatening to finish since the middle of last year. Since I am now committed, maybe it will get done this year.

I also bought another book on writing during our shopping trip this morning. Sure, I have about eight of them, but what the hell - I can always learn something new and hopefully improve my writing skills, right?

On the editing front, I will remain an idiot, and grateful that there are other people out there who are better at it than I am.

So here is to the editors of this world! If not for you, my stories will not be half as good as I think they are. 😝

Okay, I will stop now.

Have a great week, until next time!

Linzé's Mischief: 29 May 2016

I stare at my computer screen and think, half the year is gone. Poof! Just like that. It isn't fun to realise that the novel I should have published in the next two weeks, isn't finished yet (editing still in process). With the deadline for the second book looming, I really need a kick in the pants.
While it doesn't count as a valid excuse, I have been reading the next book on my review list - with a pen and a notebook. Usually, I make a few notes as I read, about the characters and the story, but this one is in a different class altogether.

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Not that I don't enjoy the story, but taking notes is essential for this book. You will see why very soon since the due date for my review is the 6th. Then it is the last book on my present list. I think I shouldn't take on any more to read for review until the two books on my to-publish list are ready for the professional editors.
Spent some time today doing the outline for my next art project - sunflowers in pastel. I suppose I could have spent the time editing, but after a good lunch with the in-laws sitting down would only have resulted in a nap. At least, the time drawing I spent standing upright with a white pencil and a dark blue A2 size paper stuck to the board on my easel.
There is a public holiday coming soon that I can spend getting started on the drawing. I will share as soon as it starts to look like something worth looking at.
My first blog serial has now finished, and you can look out for the next one coming in about the middle of June. It is slightly delayed due to my review commitments. The cover and synopsis are already uploaded on Wattpad if you want to take a peek.
With a busy week lying ahead for me, I wish you well, until next time!

Cover Reveal: All of Me by Jonali Karmakar

*** Cover Reveal ***

Title: All of Me

Author: Jonali Karmakar

Length: 69 pages

Publication Date: May 29, 2016

ASIN: B01G0P8JGK

Book Blurb:
All of Me is a collection of thirteen little stories that have been gleaned from real life as well as imagination. Exploring a range of genres, these throb with everything primal to human nature: fear, angst, joy, love, and longing. Some stories are designed to elicit smiles, chuckles, and maybe even a belly laugh or two whereas some are meant as a reality check. Universal in nature, each story provides a glimpse of what women empowerment or a lack thereof can mean in a person’s life.

From a small hamlet in India to the roads of Australia; from a mother’s betrayal to a daughter’s confession; from an extra marital affair to a same sex relationship learn for yourself the what, how and whys.

Originally written for anthologies and ezines, these stories have been revisited and updated for this new collection.  

About the Author:

Jonali Karmakar is a fiction writer with a Masters in English. Writing is not just her passion but her way of dealing with life. She loves being able to escape into the worlds she creates. Everything that she writes becomes a part of her and she wants her readers to know the woman behind those words. In addition to being an educator, she works as a content editor for a local news portal. She has been providing editing, proofreading and translation services for the past few years.

Jonali’s work has been published in several journals, anthologies and poetry collections both national and international. An avid reader, she loves flipping pages of anything and everything on the table and reviewing the same on her blog Eclectic Moods. She feels that reading and writing are the flip sides of the same coin. Writing is her way of communicating with the world. When she’s not writing or teaching she loves to experiment with her paintings.

She has quite a few accolades to her name.

Contact the Author:

Blog * Twitter

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The Friendship Affair

Not all long lasting marriages are happy. But what do you do if divorce is not an option?

University friends, Stephanie and Nick, meet again after twenty years. But life has not been easy or simple for either of them. Will this friendship affair stand a chance against reality?

CHAPTER 20

“You love me?”

The absolute amazement on her face almost made him laugh. Almost. In fact, it would have been funny if it wasn't for the fact that her eyes were unnaturally bright and got wider by the second.

They were standing in her living room. Ever since they had left the restaurant, she had been silent, and those were the first words out of her mouth.

He stepped closer and took both her hands in his.

“I do. I don't know why our lives had turned out the way they had or why we hadn't pursued a relationship when we were young, but right now the past makes no difference to what I feel for you.”

Stephanie slowly backed away to sit on the couch.

He never understood why anyone wanted white furniture, then he remembered that she had no children to worry about. He joined her. He moved a little closer but didn't reach for her much as he wanted to.

She blinked and looked at him with even wider eyes. “You really love me?”

He smiled and took her hand despite his inner voice telling him to give her some space.

“Without an ounce of doubt.”

Her silence was a trifle disconcerting. “Talk to me, sweetheart. What are you thinking?”

Stephanie blinked, and two tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. She didn't look away from him. In fact, something changed in her expression to make him hold his breath.

“I love you too,” she whispered and then looked down. Slowly she folded her hands over his.

“But I cannot offer you anything beyond an affair. I cannot divorce Frederick. I am sorry.”

Nick quickly reversed their hands when she made to get up.

“Oh no, you are not giving up on us. I don't believe that you have to remain married to ensure his care, there must be other options.”

He pressed two fingers to her lips when she wanted to protest. “If it turns out that there is no other way, then so be it. We can define our relationship. We are not young anymore, Annie. I don't want to be without you for however many years I still have left in this life.”

“What about your children?”

“Don't worry about my kids; they are mature enough to understand. Besides, you make me happy, and that is all they want for me anyway.”

He lifted her hands and pressed a kiss to each of her palms. “So what do you say?”

Stephanie began smiling, and his heart jumped at the love he saw when her eyes lit up. “I say, yes!”

He grinned and leaned forward to kiss the woman he knew was going to make the rest of his life one happy affair.

~ The End ~

The story is also available on Wattpad