I am happy to report that my debut novel, "Marcel's Gift" is now available as an eBook through Amazon.com.
Price $2.99
DOWNLOAD NOW to your ereader, Kindle, iphone, ipad.
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Showing posts with label ebook. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
1 WEEK... AND COUNTING. BLAST-OFF TIME FOR " MARCEL'S GIFT."
One week to go till BLAST OFF!
"MARCEL'S GIFT" IS ON THE LAUNCH-PAD AND EVERYTHING IS A-OK.
LAUNCH DATE; FEB. 15, 2012.-- Price: $2.99
DOWNLOAD TO: Kindle, ipad, iphone, PC--(You know the drill).
"MARCEL'S GIFT" IS ON THE LAUNCH-PAD AND EVERYTHING IS A-OK.
LAUNCH DATE; FEB. 15, 2012.-- Price: $2.99
DOWNLOAD TO: Kindle, ipad, iphone, PC--(You know the drill).
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Hurry Up and Wait...Waiting for Marcel's Gift, that is...
We've waited for Godot,
Waited to Exhale,
Waited for the Good Ship Lollipop,
and now we're waiting for MARCEL'S GIFT.
I've finished correcting the galleys...mostly eliminating the word "WAS" over a thousand times. Yes, I said thousand, folks. You do the math...275 pages with was appearing at least 5 times per page. I've got it down to 265 times, but now I'm was-zy.
Thank goodness the Holidays are coming; I should be pre-occupied with shopping, wrapping, baking and watching "The Miracle on 34th Street" for the umpteenth time that the February release date won't seem so far away.
Soon as my publisher puts it on Amazon for pre-release orders, I'll send out the alert.
Waited to Exhale,
Waited for the Good Ship Lollipop,
and now we're waiting for MARCEL'S GIFT.
I've finished correcting the galleys...mostly eliminating the word "WAS" over a thousand times. Yes, I said thousand, folks. You do the math...275 pages with was appearing at least 5 times per page. I've got it down to 265 times, but now I'm was-zy.
Thank goodness the Holidays are coming; I should be pre-occupied with shopping, wrapping, baking and watching "The Miracle on 34th Street" for the umpteenth time that the February release date won't seem so far away.
Soon as my publisher puts it on Amazon for pre-release orders, I'll send out the alert.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
IN THE SHADOW OF VAN GOGH
Did I ever tell you I once stood next to Vincent van Gogh when I visited France? At least I think I did. Maybe not. Perhaps it was just his ghost. Nevertheless, I found the image so compelling I had to include it in my novel, "MARCEL'S GIFT.".
While sightseeing in the sunny town of Arles in the south of France (where van Gogh painted and spent much of his miserable life) I came to a clearing between a stand of chestnut trees where an arthritic, old artist-- bent over his canvas and easel--painted the colorful, foral valley beyond.
He wore a light blue shirt under a dark blue or black ( I couldn't tell which) moth ravaged jacket. His navy blue pants were paint spattered and he wore a tattered straw hat that had several broken straws poking through the edge of its rim leaving jagged shadow-lines on his face.
When he saw me approaching, he smiled an almost toothless, yellowed, tobacco stained smile, but the vibrancy of his clear, grey-blue eyes diverted my attention from the one thing that betrayed his age--his weather beaten, leathery face. I imagined he must have been a seaman in his earlier years. Who knows?
I held up my camera and with charade motions indicated I wanted to take a photo. He stood to pose next to his oil painting. To please him I snapped one picture. Then, I motioned with my hand for him to sit and continue his painting. I took more photos when he was fully absorbed in his work and checked the images in my digital camera.
I could have sworn I was looking at the artist, Vincent van Gogh. However, three things were missing: van Gogh's red hair, his mutilated ear, and one of his unfinished masterpieces on the old artist's easel.
Au revoir, mon ami.
While sightseeing in the sunny town of Arles in the south of France (where van Gogh painted and spent much of his miserable life) I came to a clearing between a stand of chestnut trees where an arthritic, old artist-- bent over his canvas and easel--painted the colorful, foral valley beyond.
He wore a light blue shirt under a dark blue or black ( I couldn't tell which) moth ravaged jacket. His navy blue pants were paint spattered and he wore a tattered straw hat that had several broken straws poking through the edge of its rim leaving jagged shadow-lines on his face.
When he saw me approaching, he smiled an almost toothless, yellowed, tobacco stained smile, but the vibrancy of his clear, grey-blue eyes diverted my attention from the one thing that betrayed his age--his weather beaten, leathery face. I imagined he must have been a seaman in his earlier years. Who knows?
I held up my camera and with charade motions indicated I wanted to take a photo. He stood to pose next to his oil painting. To please him I snapped one picture. Then, I motioned with my hand for him to sit and continue his painting. I took more photos when he was fully absorbed in his work and checked the images in my digital camera.
I could have sworn I was looking at the artist, Vincent van Gogh. However, three things were missing: van Gogh's red hair, his mutilated ear, and one of his unfinished masterpieces on the old artist's easel.
Au revoir, mon ami.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
TIME TO CELEBRATE
On Friday 9/9/11, I found an email from a publisher that indicated they were forwarding a contract to me for the publication of my first novel, "Marcel's Gift." It will be published as an ebook so all you Nook, Kindle and iPad owners will have access to it as soon as Amazon.com gets it from the publishing house. (Estimate 30 days). Details will follow.
As a writer, I'm usually not at a loss for words, but ask me, Am I "Happy?" of course; Do I feel I'm in a "Surreal" world? indeed; "Thankful?"--you bet!
As a writer, I'm usually not at a loss for words, but ask me, Am I "Happy?" of course; Do I feel I'm in a "Surreal" world? indeed; "Thankful?"--you bet!
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