I just got the word that Fantasy Short Stories Book Three is out in print now. It can be bought from Amazon. I posted about the release of the ebook version the other day.
Like I said, “The Assassination of Stonewall Jackson” is a favorite of mine, out of my own stories. It’s also the second story I’ve sold that had something to do with the Civil War.
The editor threw together a little video.
I feel like I’m moving up in the world when I see my name on the same cover as Gustavo Bondoni’s.
Fantasy Short Stories Book Three is out. The ebook version, anyway. The print version is not out yet, but hopefully it’ll be out soon. My story “The Assassination of Stonewall Jackson” is in this anthology.
“The Assassination of Stonewall Jackson” is one of my favorite stories. I had fun writing it and I’m thrilled that it’s been published.
I miss the days when several neighbors shot off big fireworks like they were competing against each other. Today only one neighbor shot off some and looks like they’re already done.
When I was a kid, I asked for a big American flag for Christmas one year. I kept it all these years. It’s not the same flag that I fly on my front porch. I don’t display this one outside.
Tomorrow is the 4th of July. I’ll be at my mom and dad’s. My dad is going to grill something, but I don’t know what.
Went to Menards and Wojo’s today. Got these three large barrel planters and a full tray of flowers. I started planting shortly after I got home.
This is just the beginning. I plan to get more planters and flowers, and some other stuff.
It was in my backyard a few minutes ago. I wasn’t sure what it was, but after getting a clear enough picture and zooming in, I was able to see the tall ears. A rabbit.
And I was just thinking about planting a vegetable garden.
I don’t feel like my review is going to do this novel the justice it deserves. I’m not feeling very crafty today and I’ll probably butcher it, but it’s my practice to write something about the books I read and I don’t want to make an exception for this one.
The Prince of Tides. I have seen the movie. It’s a movie that I remember well and often find myself thinking about. But the novel Pat Conroy wrote takes the story much deeper than any a movie ever could.
Tom Wingo is a southern from Celleton, South Carolina. He and his siblings, Luke and Savannah, grew up in a small house on an island. Their father, Henry, is a shrimper and their mother, Lila, was a house wife.
Tom gets word that Savannah had attempted suicide again and that she is in the hospital. He goes to New York City where Savannah has been living her entire adult life and spends the summer telling Savannah’s psychiatrist, Susan Lowenstein, the stories their lives in Celleton county so Lowenstein can understand Savannah better.
This is complex story with very believable characters and situations. Henry Wingo had been a violent, abusive father and husband, and Lila, although not quite as brutal with her fists, was abusive with words. Henry and Lila had scarred their children for life.
The story is full of heartbreak, joy, struggle, heroism, suffering, forgiveness and so much more. At times, I had tears in my eyes as I read. Other times, I laughed out loud.
I’m not pleased with my review here. It’s lacking much. There’s so much more about this novel that I didn’t touch on. I’m having one of those days where I can’t find the right words.
But this novel, I recommend it highly. There’s much to be learned from it.
I’m a diehard Michigan fan and baseball is my religion. When Michigan’s baseball team fails to win the College World Series, I need a strong drink and a shoulder to cry on.
But it was a good game.