We are all very excited about the Book Fair. Her's what some authors have to say.
Anne Smith-Nochasak Dianne Pennell
Rick Revelle
Jane Tims Bea Waters TP Wood
Anne Smith-Nochasak
Two novels about journeys – Two stories of the paths to redemption
A Canoer of Shorelines: Julie struggles to define herself in an adult role by coming to live at her childhood landmark; Rachel returns to her childhood home with the idea she might rewrite her past. The two women’s stories intersect and entwine – in fragments, stories, and dreams. At times, the reader must decide which pieces are real, and which parts remain dream. The story unfolds at the old farm at Meadowbrook, but the real lessons are learned along a distant shoreline. There is peace there, affirmation and acceptance.
The Ice Widow: Anna is never able to move past her love for Joshua Kalluk, yet never able to claim it. A youthful infatuation, though, will find a surprising and rich fulfillment in maturity, when Anna accompanies a dying Joshua home to his beloved Land and People. In one final, selfless act, can she redeem a lifetime of regret? What will we sacrifice if we truly love?
I’m excited to introduce myself, as an author, and showcase my books and passion for writing. I’m proud to be promoting at this special event, my novels that are suspenseful, thrillers of twists and turns searching for lost love, while taking place in a contemporary fiction style.
My books unravel the lives of women and men that somehow through different avenues of life, had either lost love, struggled to find it, and discovering in the end, through secrets, lies, and vendettas, the truth of why it was taken in the first place.
I will take you on a roller coaster of unfortunate events, while my characters search for that human need, simply, love.
My first two books,
“Truth Behind the Lies” and “Secrets and Vendettas” is a series with the finale
book, coming soon to complete this thriller of a story.
I’m in the making for
my new series that too will keep you reading and wanting more of my writing
style. I love to write and so check my
books out at the Fair and follow me on my website. www.diannepennell.com
for updates on new books to come.
This will be one fantastic summer day, so please don’t forget and put this date on your calendar, July 27th, as the day to discover myself as being a new author of your reading passion at the GMRD Book Fair and along the way to meet other authors at this provincial event.
Rick Revelle
Rick Revelle’s Rant About His Strong Women Characters.
A few weeks ago, Allan Hudson invited me to the Greater Moncton Riverview Dieppe Book Fair on July 27th. I was so excited that I just had to write a “rant” about my books!
Do you like strong women? Women who do not ever back
down. If you push them, they will push you back and will stick a very sharp
object into a vulnerable part of your body.
Well,
if you do not like that type of female you better quit reading this short
article right now.
My
first four Historical Fiction novels that I wrote, I Am Algonquin, Algonquin
Spring, Algonquin Sunset, and Algonquin Legacy, called the Algonquin
Quest Series take place pre-contact in the early 1300’s Turtle Island. It
is a story about four brothers who are trying to protect their families and
survive in a harsh natural environment. These men co-habitat with women who are
fierce, protective, and skilled in warfare. Throughout this series these women
will educate readers on how powerful women were politically adept at running
their societies, nurturing their families and as warriors.
In my
fifth novel The Elk Whistle Warrior Society you will follow a secret society of
women who hunt down human traffickers and murderers of Native women and abusers
of Native children.
They
all have either a Masters or PhD degree, plus a Martial Arts black belt. They
don’t use guns, only the weapons of their ancestors. Each woman has a two
feathered tattoo on their right should blade.
I have
known many strong women in my life. None so much as my grandmother who was born
in 1914 to a Mi’kmaq woman and an English father. She lived in a two room log
cabin in the woods of Coxvale Ontario with ten other siblings. At the age of
thirteen she left home to keep house for a rich couple. There she was raped by
her employer’s son who was nine years older than her. No charges because she
was an “Indian.”
She
married an Algonquin man who raised that child as his and three of their own.
Grandma did whatever it took for the next seventy-five years to survive.
Strong
Native Women Power!
Jane Tims
Bea Waters
Writing is Messy
Ah, kindergarten.
Remember? When the teacher brought out the bowls of colours, and you weren’t
sure what would come next, but it smelled like fun?
Then, dipping your
fingers, maybe your entire hand into the gooey green, spreading it out.
Smearing reds and yellows, making orange, not caring if the paint spilled on
the floor or careened off the edge of the paper.
Reckless. Messy.
Exhilarating.
Those first stages
of the writing process are like that. Finger painting with words. Leaning into
the work (which now doesn’t seem like work at all) with kindergarten enthusiasm.
Plunging your fingers into the palette of verbs and nouns and adjectives, not
caring how they land on the page.
In this place, I’m
free from the shackles of perfectionism. Nothing else matters or exists; just
drenching the page with the colours of words.
This is
magnificent chaos. A universe loosed in its own Big Bang. All that energy
released, then splattering on the page. There’s no rhyme or reason to it—or so
it seems—then the chain reaction transforms the word anarchy into a cosmic
event of meaning and structure. Something that did not exist only moments ago
appears. A spark of life that had lain dormant, and all you had to do was let
it happen.
Creation is
inherently sloppy. Writing, like finger painting, is no different. It’s no more
mysterious than dunking your hands in the paint and spreading rainbows on the
page.
Make a mess. Make
a mess with your words, phrases, paragraphs. Who cares? When you brought your
masterpiece home from kindergarten, what happened?
Your granny hung
it on the fridge!
I can feel the feels and smell the smells of my primary school days with TP Wood's imagery. He brought me back to younger simpler times and for that I can rave! Well done. Thanks for sharing.
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DeleteI see it,,and I feel it. I have had my first masterpieces and words hung on granny's refrigerator. And mine has the artwork and words of the next great author and artist. Funny how time repeats itself over and over and over,,,,,,,this where I would put a smile. Looking Good My Friend.
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