Introducing A New Kind of Down: The Breath & Bones of a Writer

I rarely reblog others’ posts, but I’m glad to make an exception on this special occasion. My dear friend TrE has recently launched her third book, A New Kind of Down: The Breath & Bones of a Writer, which is available on Lulu, Amazon and Barnes & Noble. I was fortunate to be one of the first ones to read it; it’s full of heart, soul and pizzazz!

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Also Known As Book#3

Hello, you guys. I have been quite busy over the last year or two or three and I have had some inquiries regarding authorship and if I had any books for purchase.

Yes andYes.

I am not good with these sort of things. With my first book, Pinwheels & Hula Hoops: Poems that tell Stories; Stories that are Poems, I did almost no promoting, had a book signing that I was terrified to attend but I did and collected the support of family and friends and since then, they have been waiting. I produced a second book two years later at the age of twenty-seven under the title, Dusting for Fingerprints: Tales, Treasures, Teachings, & Time which did not take off as swimmingly as the first. The formatting is off and I am not pleased with it upon later viewing.

The core of my supporters…

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Late Acceptance

©Magaly Guerrero

Dr. Smith paused in mid-sentence, distracted by a student arriving late. Seeing who it was, she almost jumped for joy; the ‘David Smith’ on the course registration list really was her son. Since she’d come out as transgender seven years ago, they hadn’t spoken to each other.

During the lecture, her eyes drifted to David repeatedly, but he kept avoiding her gaze. Afterwards, he was the first one to leave.

Disappointed by her son’s hurried departure, she was still hopeful. He DID register for my class, she thought. It’s just a matter of time before he learns to accept me.

©2017 Becoming Unstuck, detoutetderien2015.wordpress.com

Words: 100

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers, 21 April 2017

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On the Scent

©Dale Rogerson

Petra inhaled the delicious scent. “Can’t believe they deliver pizza out here.”

“Come on,” Rachel said. “We’re not REALLY in the middle of nowhere.”

It was a clear night in April. Petra and Rachel were sitting outside their cabin, enjoying the crisp mountain air.

A sudden gasp escaped from Rachel as she pointed at the sky. “Look! Northern Lights!”

As both girls got up to get a better view of the swirling bands of green, a black bear approached cautiously. Neither of them noticed. It helped itself to the rest of their pizza and promptly returned to the woods.

©2017 Becoming Unstuck, detoutetderien2015.wordpress.com

Words: 99

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers, 14 April 2017


Photo Prompt © Jellico’s Stationhouse

With two strikes against me already, I couldn’t afford to be late for the company’s weekly meeting.

Argh, another red! I looked around, surprised to see no other cars at the intersection. Just before the light turned green, I was ready to stomp on the accelerator. A cyclist suddenly appeared before my eyes, forcing me to brake. Just as quickly, he disappeared. What the hell?

Continuing on, I braked again to avoid a truck speeding through the red light. Phew!

Still shaking from the close call, I arrived in time to hear the announcement: our entire department was being eliminated.

Words: 100

©2017 Becoming Unstuck, detoutetderien2015.wordpress.com

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers, 7 April 2017