Honorable Mentions

This is the first of a recurring column. It will be used to thank my fellow bloggers, followers and guests for their support. It will also be used to recognize their achievements and to highlight some of the comments we exchange. As the title suggests, this is an opportunity to issue honorable mentions. I would be terribly remiss if the first honorable mention did not go to Rachael Harrie who organizes and manages the Writer's Platform-Building Campaign. Thank you Rachael. I think everything that needs to be said probably has been said already. You are an amazing person and you deserve all the credit in the world for organizing such a successful event that impacts so many authors.

I want to thank Ruth Schiffmann for nominating my blog for the Liebster Award. Thank you Ruth! Because of the buggy Blogger platform, I couldn't post a comment on her blog to thank her. I apologize, Ruth. I just checked and still can't post!

I want to thank Christy Farmer for being the very first follower to leave a comment on my blog and for being so supportive of a fellow campaigner. Thanks also, Christy, for including my blog on your Links I Love Page.

I want to thank Ishta Mercurio for taking the time for our excellent discussion on the changes coming to the publishing industry.

On a Damp, Cold Morning

The door swung open and Tucker ventured out just before dawn. The previous night, he had imagined what the day would be like when he awoke, what the necessary preparations would be, what the battle would require and what the squad meeting would be like afterwards. All this had been replayed in his mind, at least a hundred times.

It was damp, cold and overcast. The hour's eerie silence was broken by a tremendous roll of thunder, and rounding out the conspiracy, as if on cue, Tucker heard the supply train. It would cut off his path and slow him down by several minutes. Tucker was captain; he took his responsibility seriously. He learned the importance of honor, courage and discipline from his father. The old man was a war veteran and had played football in college. Tucker looked up to him.

As he finally made it to the dull-colored concrete building, he ran into the person everybody affectionately called the Sergeant, or Sarge. He was twice Tucker's age. The Sergeant asked him:

"You ready son?"

Tucker met the Sergeant's glance and shook his head yes. They walked together into the shadowy chasm and the door swung shut.

Painting: George Clausen (1852 - 1944)

Inspiration provided by: The Writer's Platform-Building Campaign

Writer's Platform-Building Campaign

I Joined the Writer's Platform-Building Campaign.  It runs until the end of October.

Membership allows me to do the following:

a) Network with new authors
b) Get help writing my novel
c) Write more words per minute
d) Make new friends
e) All of the above

The correct answer is choice "e" All of the above.

Special thanks to Rachael Harrie who organizes and manages the campaign.