The winner! Please email me at: onetrackmuse@gmail.com.
Thanks to everyone who entered! I wish I could give all of you a book but, alas, you know how it goes. However, we’ll be doing at least one more giveaway this year. Keep your eyes open for the announcement.
A Small Press Life is being hit hard by spambots this week (99% of which is caught by the spam filter, fortunately). These are my 3 faves from today, and my responses to them:
Is that you, Spambot? (It’s actually opera singer Titta Ruffo, dressed up as a clown. Circa 1913.)
I’m featured on this week’s Life in 6 Songs! It’s a wonderful, fun, and enlightening series. Do check it out if you have the time.
Do I believe in the concept of best friends? Of course I do! See below:
Al and Nic: Goofing off.
We’re 98% the same person. She’s my best friend, my sister from another mother, my platonic other half. Nic is one of the handful of things that makes life precious, and worth living.
“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”-A.A. Milne
This is my close friend Kevin’s new blog. He’s also a contributor here on A Small Press Life. It would be awesome if you’d show him some love by visiting his new site. Thanks!
For anybody new and curious about Legends of Steragos , welcome! Pull up a chair , lemme talk atcha. Allow me to give you the skinny about LOS.
LOS is a book series , which is a bit difficult to say since the series currently consists of one book. However , I’m working on the second one currently , aiming for a September release. By the looks of things , it’s shaping up to be a humdinger. There’ll be a snow goddess, a train crash, bandits, dangerous quests, a venture into an otherworldly realm, and one character even uses an intercom!
I like intercoms. That’s … that’s why that’s there. I like ‘em.
The stories of LoS take place in the enchanted realm of Steragos, during the technological revolution of that world’s 1920s, and center around three heroic princesses – Zariah, the stalwart leader and future queen of the land…
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…and tired as hell. I have to catch up on sleep, writing, and emails, so A Small Press Life will be quiet for a few more days. Here’s a (peace-offering) preview of my travel photos:
Mary Flannery O’Connor’s Baby Pram
Path
Gravestones
This is my contribution to the Great Villain Blogathon. Disclaimer: I’ve been disgustingly sick for a week, and this is the best I could do. Oh, and spoilers! There are [a few] slight spoilers!
“Sometimes the truth is wicked.”
The world would be an easier place to navigate if all toxic substances were marked with a skull and crossbones. Unfortunately, some poisons shimmy through the cracks and enter polite society unnoticed or unheeded. There are few things deadlier or more intriguing to citizens at large, than evil wrapped in a pleasing package. From real life to pop culture: Oh, how we love good-looking villains!
Gene Tierney is at her finest as Ellen.
The film universe of the 1940s is full of swanky dames and femmes fatales, duplicitous creatures out for revenge or a fast buck. They seem to inhabit one vast, inescapable hellscape: smoky, urban, gritty, and ruthlessly relentless. There are no winners, only: comers, takers, makers. Leave Her to Heaven’s Ellen Berent Harland (Gene Tierney) is a rule-breaker, a curious abstainer from the decade’s expected bad-girl protocol. She is neither noir cookie nor hard-hearted moll, but something infinitely more frightening: charming, civilized, and unstoppably obsessed. Her love, bleeding out, cannot be stanched.
Ellen’s milieu, too, is different. She carves a path of cunning and destruction through some of the loveliest natural backdrops on film this side of Westerns. It’s a Technicolor world, full of towering pines, deeply blue lakes, and handsome mountains surrounded by sunshine and clean air. Beauty kills as well as the beast. Continue reading
I do not celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I wanted to give a shout out to all of my dear readers! You consistently show this blog (and its humble creator) so much love that I could not possibly let the 14th of February evaporate without some kind of acknowledgment. This is for you:
Valentine’s Day Image, circa 1910.
This afternoon, we plunged in the brisk, bracing waters of yet another social media platform: tumblr.
You can find us here.
There is no pressure, dear readers. If you are on tumblr, it would be just lovely if you clicked the follow button. If not, no worries. We aren’t going anywhere, we are just sharing our love.
Things to know: some of the lighter content on tumblr will be exclusive to that site. Our horizons will be a bit larger there, too. Fashion, tea, silent movies, punk rock, history…
Have a lovely evening!
I’ve decided to shelve all serious writing for the rest of the year. There is so much life stuff to do: baking, wrapping gifts, cooking, drinking mulled wine, watching holiday movies, and spending time with family and friends. Oh, and organizing my writing schedule and goals for 2014. Fear not! I’ll still be hanging around Ye Olde WordPress, posting easy and feather-light things. Like this:
Ghost Tree
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