What’s your indie-literary community done for YOU lately? Why #RRBC is the book club that makes a difference…

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To paraphrase a wise and charismatic man –

ask not what your book club can do for you, ask what you can do for your book club…”

Well – Rave Reviews Book Club (RRBC) is a place where the community does exactly that, because the premise on which it was founded is that we constantly 

profile, promote and propel our indie author members.

The idea behind this is that if we all participate in this celebration of other authors and their work, and they do the same for us, the world will get to know about us and what we do a whole faster and better than if we’re battling all on our own in a vast ocean of thousands of other writers, all trying to get their books noticed.

If you followed the last link, you’ll have an idea of what goes on with RRBC EVERY SINGLE DAY! 

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2nd Halloween Poem Contest – First submitted poems

Poems for a contest

Writer's Treasure Chest

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Hallowe’en by V.M. Sang

The moon has hidden her face tonight
Turned away from the Earth.
The clouds are scurrying away in fright
From what the night may give birth,
For tonight the veil is thin.

The wind is blowing the leaves around.
They hide in crannies and nooks.
Cowering, shivering, hope not to be found
By phantoms, ghosts and spooks,
For tonight the veil may tear.

Build a bonfire, create some light.
The spirits are afraid.
They like the shadows, shun what’s bright
And lurk within the shade
For tonight they cross the veil.

Ghouls and spectres, wraiths and shades
Return to Earth tonight.
We’re filled with dread as daylight fades.
The smallest sound will give us fright
For tonight the veil has gone.


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PERFECT by Cindy Smith

Halloween has arrived
I thought it never would
Extra time to prepare
So I guess it’s…

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Lori's Song

Because of the unknown, Halloween is the one of the most captivating holidays, often celebrated by both adults and children. The element of surprise makes it fun and unpredictable. Enlighten yourself with Halloween trivia and fun facts to enjoy the holiday even more. Take the trivia and make a quiz for your next party!

Halloween Holiday Trivia

  • Orange and black are Halloween colors because orange is associated with the Fall harvest and black is associated with darkness and death.
  • Jack o’ Lanterns originated in Ireland where people placed candles in hollowed-out turnips to keep away spirits and ghosts on the Samhain holiday.
  • Pumpkins also come in white, blue and green. Great for unique monster carvings!
  • Halloween was brought to North…

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Applying the Mirror Structure to Stories

A Writer's Path

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by S.E. Jones

Again, Mirror structure means:

– Finish what you start

– Resolve the relationship questions that you pose

– Fulfill the promises made to the reader.

But how does this actually work? Well let’s look at these points in more detail.

-Finish what you start:

If your story starts as a mystery, then it finishes when the mystery ends. If it starts as a romance it ends when the romance ends. If it starts with children disappearing then it ends when we know what happened to the children. If it poses a question, it ends when the question is answered.

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Scratches

SCRATCHES
A scratch, a scratch, upon my door
Something out there wants, implores
Old dog snoring, fat cat sleeps
Incessant racket—no relief
Alone with these ungodly sounds
I tremble as my fears unbound
Not cat, nor dog, can sense or hear
The scratches, scratching that I fear
It’s Halloween Eve, spirits seek entry
As hideous Ghouls stand as sentry
Ghosts, goblins and their kind
Spasms of dread pulsate my mind 
Scratches dig deeper, louder still
Drawing me to it against my will
Trembling, I reach for the lock
No! My mind reaches out to block
The subliminal urge to heed the call
Quaking, bracing back against the wall
I smell fetid odors of evil’s spoor
And scratching, scratching at my door
Lured seductively, I lift the latch
Confront a terror that knows no match
Succumbing to the horrific task
It’s two feet tall and wears a mask!
Night sky lit by blood-red moon
Face to face with an irate raccoon!
Its beady eyes reflect a glare
Unafraid, it stands tall and stares
I draw a breath, deep with relief
Twas just a critter gave me grief
Yet nights may come; how soon, how near?
When it returns to refuel my fear
And the hideous scratch upon my door
No longer animal—so much more
The coon dashes off across the lawn
Innocent creature, perhaps . . .
Mayhap, the devil’s spawn

 

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What’s in a Word?

“In the beginning was the word . . .”
John 1:1 King James Bible

My responsibility as a writer is to take great care in choosing the right words, always keeping in mind the affect it may have upon others. Because of the nuances in word meaning, one reader may interpret what I write differently from another. It is obvious from reading book reviews how the various ways that words in any given book affect readers differently.


Remember the childhood taunt, “Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me?” (From Robert Fulghum). This is not true. The “pen is mightier than the sword,” and the complexity of language plays upon everyday living. It can be subtle,(my favorite) sarcastic, ironic, menacing, hateful, loving, instructive; the list is long. Ultimately words hurt much more than stones, because the scars from hurtful words do not always heal. 

Writing is how I express emotions that cannot be exposed through any other outlet. All the feelings that encompass my psyche, subconscious mind, and yes, even soul, are transposed to a large yellow legal pad with an Erasermate pen. This most sacred experience allows me to examine my feelings from other points of view, vent words that hide from me verbally as I cope with the school of life–hoping to pass the test. Owing a responsibility to my readers, I must be as precise in my writing as possible which means months of editing and rewriting. Words cannot be tossed about lightly without consequences.

Words make or break relationships, erase the tears of a crying child, soothe an aching heart, cheer on an athlete, or manipulate an enemy. Words are power and it is essential to learn to use them wisely, to understand their strength. As applied to writing, proper word choice is critical to a successful essay, short story or novel. Making an error in word usage can change the tempo and alter the perspective of any given piece of writing. My words require my responsibility to say what I mean and to mean what I say.

Years ago, four years of Latin was a required course in High School. Students groaned, but this arcane language was the best example of how the nuance of a word can completely change the meaning of a sentence or story. English, based in part, on Latin, is not much different.

The words one uses in narrative or description develop character traits and personality.”He was a tempting, seductive piece of work,” shows the reader much about this character, as does, “She donned her reading glasses and began stamping books the children brought to the library desk.” Words in dialogue express emotions and character behavior. Words are all one has to work with, both in real life and in writing. It is prudent to choose them well. Roget’s Thesaurus should be every writer’s bible, packed as it is with synonyms that shift context and meaning in subtle ways.

Who and what I am or hope to become is evident in my stories. In romance, I am the character searching for love, in paranormal, I am the character facing his/her demons, real or imagined. Humorous stories disguise me in my character’s take on the foibles of daily living. In every story that I write, I am there–in words.


“Words express ideas, name things. They carry you from one place to another. . .  When your words change, you change.” Taken from The World Book Complete Word Power Library. “‘In the Miracle Worker,’ based on the life of Helen Keller, the little blind and deaf girl’s mother asks the child’s teacher what is to be taught first. “Language, I hope, replies the teacher . . . what is she without words?” Taken from the Dictionary of Problems and Expressions,” by Harry Shaw.


My losses, sorrows, joys, loves and dreams are forever etched in print. They cannot exist without me or me without them. Yet, I do not write to live, or live to write. Writing helps me make sense of the drama called life. Writing defines me. It is an avenue of escape in an uncertain, sometimes frightening world – where love is fragile, dreams shatter, hope is dashed, and then renewed. Writing takes me through the dark tunnel to the awaiting light.

Personally, I take great care in writing that is not misunderstood. My ideal with my own personal writing is to make a difference in the lives and thoughts of my readers. Without forcing my own opinions upon others, any positive impact that my words make on the lives of others is my sole purpose for writing. If I can soothe a mother’s grief, inspire a teenager to make something of their lives, deter a person from drinking and driving—and yes, bring, by my example, the love of an eternal Creator to others, then I will have achieved my goal in life. One day I will pass on to another realm with writing as my epitaph. Writing is not what I do . . . It is who I am.