Meet Author J.G. MacLeod, @jgmacleodauthor

Hello, bloggers!

I am pleased to welcome to my site the lovely J.G. MacLeod, Author of Abalone. Today, J.G. is sharing with us details about her first novel.



Author Bio:

J.G. MacLeod has always been an avid reader and writer. As a child, she was drawn to putting pen to paper so that she could record the people and places she would create inside her mind. As a young adult, she earned a university degree in Honors English and history due to her keen interest in nineteenth-century studies.

Ms. MacLeod then went on to graduate with a Bachelor of Education and has spent the past sixteen years teaching. She taught creative writing, English and social science for most of those years, but she has also spent time as a guidance counsellor and working with students with developmental disabilities. She loves encouraging students to find their own voices through writing and believes that every single person has a story to tell.

Ms. MacLeod has three young children of her own and resides in southwestern Ontario, Canada where she lives for summer and dislikes shovelling snow. She has a passion for travel and loved the friendly people she met on a recent trip she took to Ireland. Ms. MacLeod dedicates time every day to the act of writing and loves the beautiful nuances of the English language.

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Book Blurb:

J.G. MacLeod’s provocative first novel explores the topic of relationship violence with honesty and grit. Controversial and insightful, Ms. MacLeod delves into the complexity of abuse and describes its impact on the characters in her story.

Eighteen-year-old Liz is in her final year of high school when she meets James Macewan, an older student who is struggling academically and wrestling with his own demons. What begins as a simple tutoring assignment soon grows into her first dating relationship. Liz initially enjoys the excitement of being with James, but it does not take long before she cannot recognize who she is as an individual anymore. As James’s own life begins to unravel he compensates by attempting to control every aspect of Liz’s existence. The situation eventually dissolves into a tale of violence and dehumanization that affects the characters’ lives forever.

J.G. MacLeod describes the fear and uncertainty that often come with the cycle of violence and allows readers to journey alongside Liz as she attempts to confront her abuser and heal from trauma.

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Author Facts/Book Facts:

  • I started writing this novel in 2000. After writing about 50 pages of it, I set it aside while life took over.  A marriage, three children and a divorce later, I examined those 50 pages and reworked them, adding a few hundred more until my novel was finally finished in August 2017!  It felt like an emotional journey and the entire writing process was a form of healing for me.
  • Like the protagonist in the novel, I too have experienced abuse and relationship violence. While the story is fictional, the feelings and dilemmas were created from firsthand knowledge as well as from interviewing many women at a local women’s crisis centre.
  • The Me Too Movement gave me the final push (and courage) to go public with my book. It felt like sharing a piece of my soul, but my family and friends have been very encouraging as well as the online writing community for which I am most grateful.
  • When I first started writing my book, I was a university graduate. Upon finishing my book, I am a veteran educator with over 16 years of teaching experience.  I believe that teaching English for those years, especially the craft of writing, has helped inspire my own creativity.  I feel as if I have experienced a sort of rebirth in the past two years.
  • With 3 children it can be difficult to find time for writing, editing, publishing and promoting. Two years ago I began to schedule writing into my life as people do other essential activities.  After my girls go to bed each night, I commit to at least 1 hour of writing-related work.  Often that 1 hour becomes 3 or 4.

Thanks so much for stopping by and visiting with us. Please help me in supporting today’s guest with likes, shares and comments. And don’t forget to check out her book!

Until next time………………………………… Stay Creative!!


“If you love me, I’m yours” Blog Tour, @Lizzie_Chantree

Hello, bloggers!

I am pleased to welcome back Author, Lizzie Chantree. Lizzie is on an entertaining & must-see blog tour, promoting her latest release – IF YOU LOVE ME, I’M YOURS. Personally, I love this cover and can’t wait to pick up my own copy of her book.

Now, without further ado…

Let’s begin with Lizzie’s 5 Top Writing Tips:

  1. Try and keep a few hours each day spare, just to write.
  2. Take small regular breaks. I get up, walk around, make a cup of tea, or take a stroll in the garden to clear my head at regular intervals.
  3. Be kind to yourself. Waiting to hear feedback from people who have read your work, is enough to make most of us want to hide under our desks and shake with nerves. Not everyone has the same taste in books and you can’t please everyone all of the time. Hearing someone tell you they love your work can make you smile for years! :)
  4. Write chapter notes. This might not work for everyone, but it does for me. I tend to write quickly and by hand, so notes on each chapter help me know where I’m heading.
  5. Network. Writing books is not just about sitting with a computer or writing pad these days. A big part of being a writer is reaching out and chatting to your readers. It’s actually a lot of fun and you never know who you might meet.

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Book blurb: 

‘If you love me, I’m yours…’

Maud didn’t mind being boring, not really. She had a sensible job, clothes, and love life… if you counted an overbearing ex who had thanked her, rolled over and was snoring before she even realised he’d begun! She could tolerate not fulfilling her dreams, if her parents would pay her one compliment about the only thing she was passionate about in life: her art.

Dot should have fit in with her flamboyant and slightly eccentric family of talented artists, but somehow, she was an anomaly who couldn’t paint. She tried hard to be part of their world by becoming an art agent extraordinaire, but she dreamed of finding her own voice.

Dot’s brother Nate, a smoulderingly sexy and famous artist, was adored by everyone. His creative talent left them in awe of his ability to capture such passion on canvas. Women worshipped him, and even Dot’s friend Maud flushed and bumped into things when he walked into a room, but a tragic event in his past had left him emotionally and physically scarred, and reluctant to face the world again.

Someone was leaving exquisite little paintings on park benches, with a tag saying, ‘If you love me, I’m yours’. The art was so fresh and cutting-edge, that it generated a media frenzy and a scramble to discover where the mystery artist could be hiding. The revelation of who the prodigious artist was interlinked Maud, Dot and Nate’s lives forever, but their worlds came crashing down.

Were bonds of friendship, love and loyalty strong enough to withstand fame, success and scandal?

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Author Bio:

Award-winning inventor and author, Lizzie Chantree, started her own business at the age of 18 and became one of Fair Play London and The Patent Office’s British Female Inventors of the Year in 2000. She discovered her love of writing fiction when her children were little and now runs networking hours on social media, where creative businesses, writers, photographers and designers can offer advice and support to each other. She lives with her family on the coast in Essex. Visit her website at or follow her on Twitter @Lizzie_Chantree.

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July, 2018

Good morning, bloggers!

Welcome to a new week, a new month, and the mark that half the year is already gone. Is it just me or is the year flying by???


Let’s get real for a sec, ok? This year has been crazy! There have been good days and bad days… Days where I felt like I couldn’t catch a break… Days where I was overwhelmed by people’s generosity and compassion… Days where I just wanted to cry. We’ve all been there. (If you say you haven’t, then my friend, you’re not just lying to me.)

What a whirlwind 2018 has been. 

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At the beginning of the year, I made the decision that this would be the year of me. To be completely honest, I’ve failed at that. BUT, I still have six months to make it happen and I intend on making the most out of what I have left in 2018.

So, friends, how do you stay motivated? How do you push on and follow thru with your plans? How do you get thru the ups and downs of life and successfully make your goals happen? 

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Expect to hear more from me, from this day on. More writing, more paranormal happenings, more stories from YOU.

I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty excited about where things are going. It’s time to get down to business. It’s time to write, share, and make things happen.

Let’s do this!!!


Until next time…………………………… Stay Creative!!

Rafferty Lincoln Loves… with Author Emily Williams

Hello, bloggers!

I am pleased to welcome back Author Emily Williams. Some time ago, just a little over a year ago actually, Emily visited to tell us about her debut book, LETTERS TO ELOISE. Today, I am excited to help her announce the release of her first young adult book, RAFFERTY LINCOLN LOVES…

image1About Rafferty Lincoln Loves…

Rafferty Lincoln Loves… is my first young adult novel, after the release of my debut adult novel, Letters to Eloise, last year. I wrote Rafferty Lincoln Loves… as I have always wanted to write a novel involving horses and ponies since childhood when I first started scrawling stories. I read many horse and pony stories as a child, but have found that there are very few to read as a young adult/adult so I wanted to fill this void. My childhood favourites were the Jinny stories by Patricia Leitch and the Jill series by Ruby Ferguson, amongst many others.

I have been around horses from a very early age and spent many years saving to afford my own horse. Finally, aged twenty-one, I bought her; my beautiful American Quarter horse mare, Bella. Sadly, due to a road accident and then a fall of a horse, I can no longer ride. However, my passion and love for equines hasn’t diminished. Due to arm injuries from the accidents, I have had to dictate the novel, Rafferty Lincoln Loves… and am donating the proceeds of the novel to the British Thoroughbred Retraining Centre – a charity I have supported since childhood.

Many thanks for supporting the novel and I do hope you enjoy it!

Emily x

IMG_5202Chapter Ten


‘This is a ridiculous idea,’ mumbled Dexter. Although grumbling, he’d done as I had asked. Spearmint was standing in front of us with his head collar and lead rope on. He shook his head then rubbed it up and down Dexter’s shoulder, sending him almost flying into the canal. Fine red hairs stuck to the arm of Dexter’s jumper. Dexter pushed the horse’s nose back. ‘Oi, stop that, Minty.’

‘How do I do it?’ I asked.

‘Thought you were the expert?’

‘The books only taught me so much,’ I grinned. ‘The rest is meant to be obvious. Hopefully it’ll come naturally.’

‘I’ll move him over so you can stand on the deck.’

‘Is it high enough?’ I frowned at the side of the canal boat. The side wasn’t far from the towpath ground. Minty looked very big up close.

Dexter swung Minty around and backed him against the side of the boat, so his body ran along the side of the wooden edging of the deck. His round belly pushed up against the side and he pawed at the ground. Dust clouded up from his hooves, the ground dry after weeks without rain. For May it was unusually dry. I put my hand up onto the horse’s shoulder, like the photograph in the book.

‘He’s the wrong way around,’ I said.

‘Who is?’

‘Who do you think? Turn him.’

Dexter rolled his eyes, but led Minty forward and spun him around.

‘Better,’ I said. I thought the boat shifted under my weight. I leant forward against Minty’s warm body to steady myself and moved my feet along the edge to regain balance. Minty’s hair was smooth and gleamed chestnut in the sun; like Tallie’s eyes. Dexter must have been brushing him.

‘You going to get on then?’ Dexter asked.

‘Yeah, give me a second.’

‘A second for what?’

‘Just a second, be patient, will you?’

‘Come on, Minty’s getting bored.’ The horse was thrashing his head around, Dexter struggling not to be pushed over.

‘Okay, ready.’ I leant against the horse again but couldn’t get the momentum to jump up. I stretched up again but it was no use, the deck was too low. ‘I need something higher.’

‘Over there?’ suggested Dexter pointing to the stile, now cleared of the overhanging nettles. ‘You want me to go first?’

‘No, I can do this.’

‘Liberty won’t like you any better even if you do get on the horse.’

I ignored him.

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The blurb of Rafferty Lincoln Loves…

Rafferty Lincoln doesn’t like horses. Not one bit. But when the popular high school girl of his dreams, Liberty Ashburn, pulls him into a world of lead ropes and horse brushes, who is he to say no?

Except this isn’t any old horse. This is the missing racehorse, Profits Red Ridge. The horse Rafferty and three of his friends are hiding from the world. And Liberty Ashburn isn’t just any ordinary high school girl. How far will Rafferty go to win her over?

An intense, witty and powerful coming of age story with startling consequences.

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About the charity ‘The British Thoroughbred Retraining Centre’


The proceeds from the novel ‘Rafferty Lincoln Loves…’ will be donated to The British Thoroughbred Retraining Centre.

BTRC is dedicated to improving and promoting the welfare of retired race horses through education, retraining and suitable rehoming in order to ensure that our Thoroughbreds have a rewarding and valuable life after their racing careers have ended.

Each year thousands of horses leave racing, some because they reach the natural end of their career and others through injury or lack of ability. Established in 1991, The British Thoroughbred Retraining Centre was the UK’s first charity dedicated to ex-racehorse welfare, retraining, rehoming and protection for life.

‘It is fantastic to see a contemporary novel for young adults embracing passion and love for horses, as well as advocating for their welfare. Emily’s fast-paced novel not only explores the relationship and incredible bond between horse and rider but also delves into darker aspects relevant to today’s challenging world of growing up. Rafferty Lincoln Loves… deserves to be celebrated for bringing an important cause to the forefront of today’s young adults.’ Frankie Dettori MBE

I am thrilled to have written this novel for the BTRC and to be donating the proceeds to such an important and dedicated charity for the welfare of retired racehorses.’ Emily Williams

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IMG_3086Author Bio

Emily Williams lives by the seaside in West Sussex with her family and a menagerie of small pets. After graduating from Sussex University with a BA in Psychology, Emily trained as a primary school teacher and teaches in a local school.

Rafferty Lincoln Loves… is her first YA novel after the success of her debut adult novel, Letters to Eloise, released in 2017.

Learn more about Emily by visiting her on Twitter or her blog.

Thank you so much for visiting with us today. Please help me celebrate Emily with likes, shares and comments. And don’t forget to pick up your copy of RAFFERTY LINCOLN LOVES.

Until next time………………………… Stay Creative!

Spaghetti Man Writes – @robertparlante

Hello, bloggers!

We have a returning guest today, Robert Parlante. Robert is the author of FINDING EMMELINE, and you can find his other guest posts here:  Plotting A Different Ending & Write Like A Movie.

Spaghetti Man Writes

If you are expecting this blog posting to be about cooking, I’m sorry to disappoint you. Even though I know how to cook (worked as a short-order cook while attending college), this post is not about foodie delights, using bizarre ingredients or trying to prepare all the dishes in Julia Child’s French cookbook in 365 days. My written views of life are more a collection of musings and autobiographical reflections with no order except to suggest this is how I view the world while I sit in a rocker on a porch looking down to the lake of life. You may say, “I have no interest in your life or your mental meanderings.” So be it, then just sit back and wait for the next blog ___ maybe that one will be your sweet spot and spark your creativity.

It took me a long time to name my writer identity because everything I chose did not work. They were either domains already taken or they just didn’t feel right. Absorbed in Thought, View from the Porch, Where are My Clothes? Each of these final three almost made it to the top, but I selected SpaghettiManWrites. (If you’re curious about the Clothes mishap, I’ll consider a posting about that event one of these days.)

Now the story behind Spaghetti Man Writes. The obvious connection is that it has something to do with being of Italian heritage. That’s partially correct, but there’s more. We all tend to label people rather than try to know the person ___ now what label will you slap on me? Stop right there for a moment. Here are some personal observations to consider before you make your decision.

I am getting older, while my brain feels younger.

I’m an engineering person and a creative person. (Is that an oxymoron?)

I have had many failures that led to successes.

Being a writer toughens and prepares you for rejection.

I believe Jesus is the Lord of my life, but there were times where I challenged that belief.

Went on a blind date only one time and met my wife who was a last-minute substitute for someone who backed out.

Whatever label may have crossed your mind will never fully characterize who I am as a person because it would take so many labels. That’s how the moniker “Spaghetti Man” was birthed. Someone tried to affix a single label on me that turned out to be wrong. It all began 12 time zones away, near the Mongolian border of Siberia. I was in Krasnoyarsk as a member of a team distributing New Testaments to schoolchildren.

Not able to speak Russian, I was assigned a translator named Anne, an English teacher at the city university. She told me her father was Jewish. She was married to an Armenian and had one child.

I told her I was married with three children. That my mother’s family and my father came from northern Italy. That’s when I first noticed the cool shift in her conversation. Had I said something wrong? Maybe she didn’t understand me.

Nevertheless, through our week-long stay, we learned to work well together. Our first presentations were shaky and laughable. I talked too fast. She didn’t understand American idioms. Yet we learned to respect each other. More important, I sensed she was being touched by the gospel message as she translated the team testimonies.

At our last evening together Anne felt the need to be honest about her initial dim view of me. She related how she even told her husband that, of all the American missionaries in Siberia, she ended up with a spaghetti man! (In case it’s not obvious that was an ethnic slur.)

It seemed that in this distant part of Russia, a spaghetti-man label applied to Italian men is associated with laziness, stupidity, and sitting around all day drinking Chianti wine. My first reaction was anger. It was not so much a personal hurt, but the fact that she ___ like others ___ make sweeping characterizations.

When Anne saw none of the labels applied to me or the enthusiastic mission team, she asked for forgiveness. That was a big step for her.

As it turns out, the spaghetti-man label is not unique to Siberia. One definition in the current Urban Dictionary indicates it is a very thin, tall and bendy man. (I am short, dough-boy like and cannot touch my toes.) Another definition is an Italian male who is a hit with the ladies due to his diet of spaghetti and olive oil. I cannot wrap my head around how a spaghetti and olive oil diet translates to being a hit with the ladies. The aroma of garlic, used in cooking, comes right through your pores. I guess some people like that earthy fragrance, and maybe somebody should consider incorporating it into cologne.

Given the peculiar definitions, why then stick with a writer-name including the reference to Spaghetti Man? It’s simple. I want it to be a reminder to me and the readers that we are always more than a single word or a dismissive phrase or an ethnic slur.

Robert Parlante

Author of A Letter From Miss Wingate;  Up From the Ashes;  The Reflection in the Mirror;  Finding Emmeline

Contact Info: /Robert Parlante

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