Monday, October 28, 2013

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Friday, October 25, 2013

Fire Writer Friday - Lynn Marie Hulsman

Cowboy Marvin loves listening to the Written Fireside stories and is having great fun learning a little more about the Fire Writers  

Graciously, those who have authored a part of the round robin story have agreed to stop by, one each Friday, and visit with my curious goat. 


Stopping by this Friday is







Lynn Marie Hulsman           




Howdy Ms. Hulsman,

Are you a night owl or early bird? 

Such an early bird! My synapses fire fast and furious in the morning, and by dinner time, I'm toast. I literally had to quit taking profitable proofreading jobs in the pharmaceutical industry because pre-launch work for new drugs often bled deep into the wee hours. Not only didn't my brain work, I felt like I was the subject of psychological experiments regarding whether I could form sentences when sleep-deprived. 

In an ideal world, a gorgeous butler would wake me with a latte around 7, and I'd set straight to work writing. I have school-aged kids, though, so my wake-ups consist of hitting the floor running, and dedicating the next hour and a half to mating socks, frying eggs, and crafting last-minute paper-mache volcanoes for forgotten projects.

I don't know any gorgeous butlers, but I've heard of a Gerard Butler.  Perhaps you could train him to bring you a latte.    

I enjoy mornings as well especially if I manage to sneak out of the barn before the rest of the herd wakes up.  More greens for me.  

So tell me, who would you be, Batman or Robin?

Robin. I don't really like wearing hats.







You are missing out.  


 Hats are the bomb.    






Moving on, would you take a taxi or a limo if they were the same price?

In New York, a taxi. My first-world, privileged guilt requires me to make conversation with limo drivers, and to acknowledge them. I wind up bending over backwards to engage limo drivers in
conversation. 
NYC cab drivers are like NYC neighbors. We realize that we're in close proximity, physically, but we silently agree that we don't want to be in each others' business. 

I have to admit a taxi ride looks fun and you know the old saying if one goat can do it, another goat can.  

Do you like music?  What was the last song you listened to?  



Mr. Brightside, 

by The Killers



The song is awesome but the name of the band gives me the chills.  

How about your taste in movies, do you like scary, comedy, romance or adventure?

Romantic Comedy. I know I'm cheating and picking two, but it's really all I watch these days.

Have you seen Princess Bride?  



They should totally do a goat version!  Oh sorry to interrupt you, please continue.  

Gone are my days of hunkering down with important films like Salvador and The Killing Fields. The world is harsh right now, and I have to keep things around me soft at the moment. 


The last "scary" movie I watched was Gremlins, and I was terrified to get into my boyfriend's car in the mall parking lot, lest there be monsters in the engine. Suffice it to say, I have never done, nor will I ever do horror films.





I don't enjoy horror films either. 

 Too many times sweet innocent goats are portrayed as evil and that is just 

WRONG! 




Tell me what season do you like best, Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall? 


Oh, fall. I love, love, love it. To me, it's the season of the fresh start. There is nothing I love more than cozying up in a cranberry-colored knit sweater and donning high leather boots, eating and drinking everything on earth that can be flavored with pumpkin, and gazing at the changing leaves.


I enjoy fall too, yummy fresh apples and leaves litter the ground.  One piece of advice if you visit my pasture, don't eat too many of those crunchy oak leaves.  Seriously you'd be better off eating rocks.

Would you tell me a place you've never been to but would love to visit? 




Adam Levine's bed.

Joking!!! 

(No, I'm not) 

AHEM, RIGHT!


OK, sane answer for a married romance-writing lady... 



OK, where to visit? The hollow space above Colin Firth's collarbone. 

With my tongue.
SORRY, SORRY! 
My mind was drifting.


Really to be fair, you asked a loaded question. Not my fault, I'd say. A good
answer would be... 


The Grand Canyon! 



(Not really. Bleurgh.) 

That's boring.

Sorry, I know that's what I should say, but I'd stare for like 5 minutes and be all... hmm, I'd love a Starbucks and to chat with some people about what's new on HuffPo. 

OK OK! Don't pressure me!

Paris.

There. Now that's real.
Good answer! 
Sane, normal, cultured.
Well done, Lynn Marie.


Hey my daddy was a traveling Boer, 
I could totally do Paris with a lady friend. 




But on the back of Justin Timberlake's Vespa. 


Well now that's a problem Ms. Hulsman, I think there is only room for you.




Can we move on?

Of course we can.  Would you swim in the ocean or a pool? 

Pool! Once I was up to my neck in the ocean, and this thing that was either an eel, the severed arm of an octopus, or a bleached and stuffed condom was tapping me on the cheek with each new rolling wave, and I couldn't swim away because of the tide and drift. 

And honestly, after seeing Jaws, I don't even like to be in the deep end of the pool alone, regardless of how irrational it is to think a shark could survive in all that chlorine.


I see your point.  Sharks and goats wouldn't mix well.  I don't like wet hooves or being eaten.  I'm just fussy that way.

So how would you go camping - sleeping bag under the stars, tent, trailer, fancy RV, or a hotel with room service?

Camping to me is maybe being out on someone's deck after dark, drinking wine, and talking about how great it would be to sleep under the stars but then retiring to clean cotton sheets on a thick mattress once I'm tired and tipsy. 

I go to Maine every year, and stay in people from there call a "camp" on a lake. It's actually a sweetly decorated and well-appointed cottage overlooking the water. There's a gas grill on the deck for "cooking out." It pretends to be rustic, but it's like being in a play about being rustic.


Did you know that some people hire goats for yard work?  We are quite good on brush, fills the belly and hey, a goat has to make a living.  

One last question.  A goat walks through your door right now wearing a cowboy hat.  What does he say and why is he there?

He's all like, "Some a my kind heard you been sayin' goats eat tin cans. That's a myth, Little Lady, and our type don't take kindly to hate speech. 



I'm the sheriff of Slobbery Goatsburg, and you better come along with me down to the station." I tell him, "I didn't mean nuthin' by it, honest! Some of my best friends are goats!" I'd get off easy, with a week of mandatory sensitivity training.  







Lynn Marie Hulsman wrote for
Written Fireside October
A Witch By Chance Part 8 up Saturday October 26th.

Lynn Marie is the co-author of, 
Irish Pantry: Traditional Breads, Preserves, and Goodies to
Feed the Ones You Love
available on Amazon.




For those times when you need a snack—or a dessert after a good meal, or a homemade food gift, or a way to preserve the season—you need only to stock an Irish pantry to be prepared for any occasion. From jams and jellies to cakes, breads, condiments, and cured meats, this traditional look at feel-good foods bursting with nostalgia will satisfy your longing for something special.

Chef and restaurateur Noel McMeel has spent a lifetime first learning in the kitchen, then working there himself. His recipes are generations old: passed from his grandmother to his mother, and to Noel and the next generation. They celebrate a culture of thrift and good eating, the original “eating local” and “whole foods” movements. Noel offers ways to pack the heat of summer into jars with recipes like Blackberry and Lime Jam and Orange Confit, and his Traditional Irish Christmas Cake might become a regular at your holiday table. There’s also Rhubarb Ketchup, Homemade Elderflower Liqueur, Spiced Oat Crackers, and a whole chapter of rubs and seasonings. Whether you’re Irish or just a food enthusiast, the Irish pantry may well become a way of life.



Follow Lynn Marie online - Website Facebook Twitter Blog    


Thanks for stopping by Lynn Marie!

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Are you reading Written Fireside: A Witch By Chance?


Fancy a magical romance with a black cat and a mysterious stranger?

Check out 

A Witch By Chance

A free to read round robin story



If you've missed any of the parts, here's the full list 
written so far. 
Part 8 by Lynn Marie Hulsman

 Part 9 aka The End by Jane Lark 






Friday, October 18, 2013

Fire Writer Friday - Aileen Harkwood

Cowboy Marvin loves listening to the Written Fireside stories and is having great fun learning a little more about the Fire Writers  

Graciously, those who have authored a part of the round robin story have agreed to stop by, one each Friday, and visit with my curious goat. 


Stopping by this Friday is





Aileen Harkwood     

Author and a Fire Writer for Written Fireside
Check out her other visit with Cowboy Marvin





Hello Ms. Harkwood, lovely to meet you.

Are you a night owl or early bird? 

The worst of both.  A night owl who stays up so late, she could be an early bird.

You stay up all night?  Wow, once the sun starts to go down I high tail it to the barn.  There is nothing good for goats at night except maybe super heroes, they are too cool.  

So tell me, who would you be, Batman or Robin?



Batgirl. 


Robin and the Big B have too many hang-ups. 



Batgirl is a little dark and dangerous for me.  I'm afraid she'd kick my *cough*-  

Moving on, would you take a taxi or a limo if they were the same price?


Taxi. I'm just not a fancy dress kinda girl.  


Besides, I don't want to wait for someone to come around and open the door for me.


When I'm there, I want out of the car. 

  

A woman who know her own mind and is down to earth, awesome.  

Do you like music?  What was the last song you listened to?  

Technically? It would have to be Meglio Stasera 
"It Had Better Be Tonight", 


the party song from the original 1963 Pink Panther movie, because that was what was on TV just now. I love the movie, dry comedy and slapstick in the same package, especially with the chase scene. 



It's also surreal to see the hair and clothing styles from 

fifty years ago.    


Honestly, human's hair and clothing styles confuse me. 
  
We goats are usually, shake off the straw and go, types.  

Well...   except for my friend Curly, he could use a cut and some hair spray.



How about your taste in movies, do you like scary, comedy, romance or adventure?

Romance, no question. Any British adaptation of a Jane Austen novel in particular, and I keep hoping someone will get Jane Eyre right some day. Except for Bridesmaids, which I thought was freakin' hilarious, I don't really enjoy raunchy romance. 


I'm more a fan of classics like French Kiss 



and When Harry Met Sally and the original Bridget Jones's Diary. 


If there is any chance at all of magic or fantasy being thrown into mix, I'm there as well. Most people didn't enjoy Practical Magic, but I thought it was pretty good.

I understand.  If there is any chance of goats in a movie, I am so there.  
Meg Ryan should do one.  "When the Goat Herder met Meg"  



Tell me what season do you like best, Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall? 

Depends on where you are when a season hits. Summer in Florida is God awful, while it's really quite nice in Seattle. Fall just about anywhere except for L.A. is a sensory delight (Los Angeles doesn't do Fall). Winter is fantastic for about a day, as long as it snows really hard on that one day, and the next day is instantly Spring.


 I will agree that Spring, Summer and Fall is all about location, some fields are more tasty during certain seasons but Winter is not so fantastic snow is awful on my hooves. 

Would you tell me a place you've never been to but would love to visit? 


I keep telling people I'd love to go to Hong Kong, and I would, 
but Alaska looks breathtaking, as does the Mediterranean.


 One of my human's lived in Alaska for years, 
he says it is in fact breathtaking.  



 Would you swim in the ocean or a pool? 

Ocean. 

Do you know what's in a public pool? Ick. 

I'll take fish poop over people poop any day.

How would you go camping - sleeping bag under the stars, tent, trailer, fancy RV, or a hotel with room service?


Small trailer. 

I mean you can always step outside and smell the pine trees and what not, but a nice comfy bed is a must.






One last question.  A goat walks through your door right now wearing a cowboy hat.  What does he say and why is he there?




Goat: Ba-aa-aa-aa.

Me: Hey, Marvin. Does your brother know you're wearing his hat?  


Well to be honest, he just found out and he is not happy.  I feel a little sheepish.






Aileen's latest book, 
Dangerous Dreams, The Dreamrunners Society, Book 1 is available on Amazon.



"Dark and captivating, with a story and characters that get under your skin... Dangerous Dreams is the start to what is sure to become one of my favorite series." -Tattooed Book Review



Sometimes danger comes in a dream...


Plagued by nightmares of terrorist bombings, Lara Freberg is a so-called Lost One, unaware of her psychic gift for literally being in two places at once. While her true body sleeps, her twin is helplessly drawn to scenes of unspeakable horror. Kidnapped by a corrupt, CIA-like organization determined to exploit her abilities, Lara is given no choice. Cooperate or die. Until the midnight spying missions that make her the willing prisoner of an erotic stranger. Does she dare trust him with her warning of a future attack on American soil?

Jack Mayfield will never forgive himself for being too late to free Lara from the Greys, The Dreamrunners Society's sworn enemies. An elite front line operative, Jack is able to find and save the Lost Ones no one else can. Nothing, however, can prepare him for the shock of losing the woman who holds the key to unlocking his war weary heart. Now Jack is in a race for her life. Lara's dreaming half may be able to drive him wild with passion, but can he believe her when she says the Greys haven't turned her against him and the Society?

It won't be easy to rescue his one true love from certain death.

Dangerous Dreams is expanded from and inspired by the short story 
"In Her Dreams," by Aileen Harkwood.


Excerpt:

Lara opened her eyes and found herself standing at the foot of a bed with a rust-colored spread. She recognized this place immediately as the room, the one in the photograph they’d shown her. Pain radiated up her right arm to her chest from the last touch of the electrodes, reminding her what would happen if she didn’t obey.

How had she gotten here? Was this yet another dream? A hallucination? All of it looked so real, felt real, like she was really here. Why would they want her to dream about this room?

“You see the window?” someone said to her.

Lara started nervously, the voice rattling her. It sounded as if he was inches from her ear, but when she turned her head to look, no one was there.

She heard another noise, so slight she thought she might have imagined it. She glanced toward the room’s bed.

Someone was watching her. A man.

She cried out in surprise, or tried to, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her voice didn’t exist here.

From a prone position, head on a pillow, he bolted upright to a sitting position. His hand shot toward the nightstand. Lara saw a gun there and shrank back in fear, but when he reached for it, he couldn’t grasp or pick up the firearm.

He tried again, but could not lift it free.

Frustrated, he turned back toward her. He was in the darkest part of the room and she couldn’t make out his features.

“The window,” Grey Man’s disembodied voice hissed in her ear. “Go to the window.”

Lara was in a near fugue state, her mind overwhelmed. She didn’t know where she was. Was she here in this place that seemed so real? Or back in the cell with Grey Man? She didn’t feel right. She didn’t feel real. Panic ignited along her spine, telling her she was about to die. It stripped away any coherent thought.

Please. She didn’t know what she begged for, only that she begged.

“Go. To. The. Window.”

Lara started to obey.

“Stop!” the man on the bed shouted. He leapt to his feet, but didn’t come closer. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

Deep, rumbling, his voice startled her. She froze in place, apparently willing to take orders from anyone now.

“Not a muscle,” the man said. “I’m deadly serious. What you’re doing, you’re not doing it right. You’ve put yourself in danger by coming here like this.”

He took another step forward, edging into the golden light.

It’s him.

The man she’d hallucinated in her bedroom.

He’s real?

Like the first time she’d seen him, he wore jeans and nothing else, the ripple of toned abs on display as he stalked toward her. She’d glimpsed only a little of his face the first time, but she saw the same panther-black hair and granite set to his jaw. Only this time she noticed that one of his cheeks, the left one, wasn’t quite right, the bones slightly out of alignment with the rest of his face. It didn’t look entirely natural. Had he been in an accident? His cheekbone shattered some time in the past?

His dark eyes remained in shadow, refusing to tell her whether or not she could trust him. The glow she’d seen around him in her bedroom was still there, reflecting off his smoothly muscled chest.

Pain shot through Lara. Back in the cell, where they kept her body, Grey Man used the car battery again. Her muscles and joints contracted, convulsed, the fire of electricity burning its way up her arm, reaching for her brain. Her heart stopped. She couldn’t breathe.

“The window, Lara,” Grey Man said. “Or this continues.”

She started toward the rust-colored drapes.

“No!”

The man with black hair vaulted over the bed and suddenly blocked her way. He put a hand up to gesture for her to stop, but didn’t touch her.

“Your body isn’t stable,” he said. “I know you probably don’t know what I’m talking about, but every step you take while you’re like this has the potential to kill you. You can’t touch anything here.”

Though taller than most women, Lara was forced to look up into his face. Their eyes met, and as had happened in her bedroom, recognition clicked. She knew him. She’d found him without ever having known she was looking. He was really there. Standing in front of her.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I want to help you.”

Joy soared through her for the briefest fraction of a second.

“An evil man lives in that room,” Grey Man whispered in her ear. “A terrorist. You’re there to find out his location, where he’s hiding.”


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Friday, October 11, 2013

Fire Writer Friday - Teresa F. Morgan


Cowboy Marvin loves listening to the Written Fireside stories and is having great fun learning a little more about the Fire Writers  

Graciously, those who have authored a part of the round robin story have agreed to stop by, one each Friday, and visit with my curious goat. 


Stopping by this Friday is







Teresa F. Morgan           




Hi Ms. Morgan, I'm pleased to meet you.

Are you a night owl or early bird? 

Night owl for writing... But I can get up early too if needs be.  

So you are flexible, depending.    That's cool.  I can be flexible as well.  I love to eat blackberries but if needs be I'll eat other brush.  

Moving on, who would you be, Batman or Robin?


                              Batman. 



Interesting, a woman Batman.  I think a four legged sidekick would be a wise choice.  I just learned about some pants I could wear while fighting crime.  Have you heard of hot pants? 

Tell me would you take a taxi or a limo if they were the same price?

Limo, of course! (Hopefully there will be some champagne in the back too)



Champagne seems to be a favorite among the Fire Writers.  As I've told those before, I can't say it enough,
 Applejack ma'am. 


 It is AMAZING!   


Do you like music?  What was the last song you listened to? 


Roar by Katy Perry.  


I enjoy Ms. Perry too but the original Roar video was a little predator heavy.  


Have you seen the goat version? 

Click on the picture and check it out.  



How about your taste in movies, do you like scary, comedy, romance or adventure?

Action/Adventure!



Have you heard of The Men Who Stare at Goats?  

Adventure and Goats, you can't beat that. 












Tell me what season do you like best, Spring, Summer, Winter or Fall? 

Summer. 



Summer is amazing, acres and acres of lush black berries.  


You should see my field in summer.  Yum! 






Would you tell me a place you've never been to but would love to visit? 

The Maldives  


Truly beautiful and so green -


 lots of nom nom nom.  



 Would you swim in the ocean or a pool? 


In a pool...

I'm paranoid about fish lol!







How would you go camping - sleeping bag under the stars, tent, trailer, fancy RV, or a hotel with room service?






Hotel with room service.  

At my time of life I want luxury now.  



One last question.  A goat walks through your door right now wearing a cowboy hat.  What does he say and why is he there?



A goat? Erm...


 "Please help me find my friend Silver!" 



Teresa F. Morgan wrote for
Written Fireside August/September - For Clara Part 2 and Part 9
and she will be writing
Part 7 of Written Fireside October: A Witch by Chance on Tuesday October 22.



Her debut book, Plus One is a Lucky Number is available on Amazon 

Sophie’s going to a wedding where the invite is strictly plus one… but with her single girl status not exactly fitting in with the bridesmaid dress code, and the best man being none other than the ex she would rather forget, Sophie needs a favour and she needs it fast!

Luckily for Sophie, her dreamy but distant co-worker Adam Reid owes their mutual friend James big time…and his gorgeousness more than fills the role of the ‘Perfect Boyfriend’!

As they take off to the sunny shores of Cornwall for the wedding weekend, it’s not long before pretence leads to passion and Sophie and Adam must decide; is their relationship real or is it all for show?



About Teresa:

I live in sunny Weston-super-Mare, trying to hold onto my Surrey accent where I was born and bred.

For years I persevered with boring jobs, until my two boys joined my nest. In an attempt to find something to work around them, and to ensure I never endured full time boredom again, I found writing.

I am at my happiest baking cakes, putting proper home cooked dinners on the table (whether the kids eat them or not), reading a good romance, or creating a touch of escapism with heroes readers will fall in love with.



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