CWO – Weather Observing Course – For All The Wrong Reasons

Some people idealize living in a remote small town.  The pace is slow.  Everyone knows your name.  Away from the hectic, bustling city with its’ heavy traffic and long, nightmare days of working and running around, living in a small town is a dream every city dweller will have.

When I moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere in the vast mountain ranges of British Columbia, it was for a wrong reason.  At that point in my life I wanted to drop out of society.  I wanted to be alone.  I would have been better off moving to the North West Territories or Yukon and lived my life without contact from other human beings.

2008-01-31 10.40.14Very soon in a small town, everyone knows you, even if you don’t know anyone.  If you are inclined to be a loner, people start discussing why you are there.  What isn’t known, is soon decided anyway and becomes a fact.  It’s not that anyone is deliberately mean, it’s more that they have to do something.  There was little else by way of entertainment in most small towns.  What neighbors are doing becomes very important to some. After a period of ignoring life and grieving, I again discovered I wanted to be part of living and life. I decided to look for a job.

2008-07-20 05.30.01Realizing my choices were limited, I discovered small towns are notorious for ‘knowing’ people and giving people they know jobs. I applied for an opening at their small airport as a Weather Observer.  I didn’t get it.  Someone they knew was sent to Cornwall, Ontario to take the six week course.

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Fortunately for me (unfortunately for her) she failed the course.  So I received a telephone call with the offer. I accepted.  Arrangements were made to fly out and for accommodations in Cornwall, Ontario at NAV Canada, (now called NAV Centre) for  Weather Observer training (basic Meteorology Training).  I flew to Ottawa, Ontario and was bused to the small city of Cornwall in the humid, hot night.  The room was nice and had air conditioning.  The cafeteria was big and served good food.

I had the distinction of being the oldest person to ever take the course.  I met many wonderful, young people (from all over the world)  and had some fun, enjoyable times.

Finding Friday – Legends by paranormal author Carmen Stefanescu

Welcome Carmen –  a paranormal romance writer.  Carmen lives in mysterious Romania, or as most know it – Dracula country. I want to thank Carmen for participating in my Finding Friday blog as my guest blogger.shadowsofthepastbk

Romanian Ghost-lore by Carmen Stefanescu

Let me ask you something. Do you believe in ghosts, phantoms? Is science able to explain them? Ghosts belong to the most mysterious phenomena studied by parapsychology. Objects that are moved from their places by unseen forces, knocks in walls, sounds of footsteps coming from invisible beings, misty human figures. All these are usually explained by scientists as a form of psychokinesis. There’s also mention of a “memory of objects”. The most interesting explanations come from the field of  quantum physics. Modern physics has dematerialized matter. What we call the “other world” is nothing but a world beyond our perceptions, but not beyond our reality. Well, as a rule, they say that a ghost comes with a message for the relatives left behind on earth, a piece of info to help the dear ones who are alive, or to appease their suffering. Those involved in studying the phenomenon speak about two types of apparitions: ghosts linked to people and ghosts linked to places. The former last only for a few weeks. With the latter type of ghosts, things are more complicated. Haunted locations are usually old castles or houses. Frequently, the apparition of a ghost is preceded or announced by a feeling of cold, by a freezing draft. This confirms the theory that ghosts use energy to take shape and so they absorb the ambient energy and the temperature drops down. My country, Romania, better known as Dracula’s country, has its haunted places too. It has, in fact, a long tradition of haunted places, of houses regularly visited by ghosts, and tragic events that led to dark legends. Paranormal is at home in Romania. Chiajna Monastery in Bucharest, the Parliament House in Bucharest, Hotel Cismigiu in Bucharest, Hoia Baciu Forest near Cluj, Poenari Castle and many others; the places have included reports of ghostly apparitions, poltergeist activity, shadowy figures, orbs, spirit possessions, EVP’s, and other unusual phenomena.

Even Braila, my town, has its haunted places. Bellow is the image of the famous “house with ghosts” in Braila, situated on Aslan street. They say the house belonged to an old wealthy Greek trademan, Nicolachi Mavrocordulas, who married a young  beautiful woman, Voica, the daughter of a peasant from Insuratei village. The sixty year old Greek bought Voica  from her family, and had a large mansion built for her. The Greek had no idea or ignored the fact he’d bought Voica, but not her heart that was given to a young man from her village.  She didn’t love Nicolachi and, one day, when he returned home, found her in the arms of her young lover. Nicolachi shot Voica, buried her in the wall of the house and left Romania, after selling the house. None of the people who bought the house could stay there for long. Soon the rumor that the house was haunted  by Voica’s  ghost spread in the town.braila haunted houseThe house was turned into an old people’s home as no willing customer appeared any more. Even nowadays old people living there or the nursing staff speak of a nightly apparition. A woman, heavily veiled, passes from room to room crying and calling what they take to be her lover’s name. Witnesses say it happens at the time of the year when Nicolachi killed Voica. The  ghost harms nobody, yet people are distressed by her wails and sobs. I do believe that ghosts exist. They are souls that haven’t fulfilled their mission on earth and are still haunting the places they lived in.

                      Shadows of the Past

Publish date: 4th December 2012                                                                                         Publisher:    Wild Child Publishing                                                                                       Genre:        paranormal/light romance/light horror.

Anne’s relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.                                                                                                                                                      The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world–one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil’s vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve’s soul from its torment.

Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?

A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.

The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.

If you read my paranormal romance Shadows of the Past, you’ll find out why Genevieve’s ghost haunts the forest where Anne and Neil get lost. Tell me what you think, then!

Excerpt of Shadows of the Past

   “Come, we should leave at once,” she said and glanced nervously over her shoulder. “Something terrible happened after you left for town. I think the Abbess found out about us. Our meeting in Uncle Ryan’s cabin is no longer a secret. We have been overheard. For all I know someone spies on us even as we speak. I think the Abbess, or one of her ‘friends,’ is hovering somewhere nearby and listening to every word.”                                                  Andrew pulled Genevieve to his chest. “Do you regret you’ve come with me?”                      Passion smothered Genevieve’s doubt and guilt. “Never,” she answered, aware of her body’s response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.                              Calming the gnawing unease in her mind and the thought of Sister Dominica guessing she was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve repeated, “Never.”                                             With her eyes closed and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time, simply a woman. She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought hard to silence the voice of conscience berating her.                                                                                   “Oh, God. Please forgive me,” Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.                                      Genevieve’s spirits fell and her heart skipped a beat when, a couple of seconds later, she opened her eyes and her gaze fell on a knot strangers.

Tears welled in Anne’s eyes, blurring her vision. She couldn’t explain them, or the sudden sadness seeping into her heart. This should’ve been a moment of happiness or, at least, contentment. She was with Neil again, and the outcome of their trip together should, very likely, bring their reconciliation. Why then did she seem detached from where she stood?     Anne shivered. Why the deep feeling of having seen this place, this forest before? And why the eerie sensation of being present here only in the body, while her mind was far away?                                                                                                                                 Away from the forest.                                                                                                               Away from Neil, the man who’d betrayed her trust and her love.                                       An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her.                                                                                                     Anne edged cautiously closer to the rim of the bare cliff. Her foot tapped the edge. It seemed solid. She stared into the darkness of the abyss at her feet. It echoed the shadows in her heart.  An unusual curiosity took hold of her. Should she step ahead? What was down there? Other human bones? Another mystery? The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. The vines of fog folded around her, dragging her to the depth. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.                           Megan’s face contorted, the voice no longer pleasant. A hoarse gurgle, spluttering distorted words, “Yes, come… I’m waiting… I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time…”

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Three simple tips on Free Internet Marketing Advice

As I maneuver through marketing advice, I am trying desperately to make sense of the knowledge I am gaining.  I need a simple, organized method.
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As of now I have come up what I consider three of the most important points that help me achieve my goals without confusion and panic.  There is loads of advice, but most fledgling authors can’t afford to pay for everything and there are as many scams as there is legitimate advice.

 

  1. Target your market.  This can be something like googling  your genre  – and joining sites where readers join it.  For my genre (romance) I have checked out cooking/craft sites – as well as single sites.  If the Single sites produces a newsletter – it is very possible to get an interview to promote your book. So also check those sites that might pertain to your readers interests as well. Check out sites for cities or events in the places you write about.
  2. Do not spread yourself thin.  Pick a few marketing sites and become familiar with them until you reach the point you can move around with comfort and speed. Do the marketing for the day required until it isn’t time-consuming.  (examples for writers: – facebook, twitter, pinterest, YouTube, goodreads, shelfari,). Only move on to others after you’ve mastered this concept.  You can set-up a profile page for the sites, make a list of the sites, then check them off when you’ve learned how to apply marketing concepts as an author.
  3. Do three marketing projects a day – which means 15 a week.  Take a few consecutive days in a row off each week to unwind.  Don’t get caught in a trap where you suffer burn-out and quit.

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Never Pick a Pretty Woman – When Words Collide Festival

I am pleased to say Never Pick a Pretty Woman will be part of the Alberta Romance Writer’s Association ‘searching for…’ series display.  The When Words Collide Festival takes place at the Carriage House Inn, Calgary, Alberta, August 8-10th, 2014.  Come and visit Calgary, voted the cleanest city in the world and stay to enjoy meeting a variety of local authors.

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Never Pick a Pretty Woman – Calgary Skies

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…   ‘By the time they got back to Crystal Ridge it was getting dark. The sun, setting below the mountains created that charcoal and pink sky.

     “There, the exact colors I want in my bedroom,” Sophie gasped with delight. She never tired watching these amazing sunsets.’…

Like Sophie, I often go out in the evening to marvel at the colors revealed in the sunsets over Calgary.

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Sassafras and Spurs Blog Hop – July 3rd – July 8th, 2014

I am excited to be part of this blog hop.  Cowboys, horses and romance being my favorite topic.  Come and join the fun.  Meet new authors and discover new authors and books. Cowboys and Romance – mmm, the perfect way to lighten your day.

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What does a rancher need?  To Jake it’s obvious he needs a cook so he and his hands can get decent meals.  Sophie is only a pretty face. She doesn’t know how to cook so he has to eliminate her, regardless of how much his heart protests.  Logic and reasoning will make for his success.  Dreams don’t mix with reality.

But Sophie has hidden talents Jake stubbornly disregards.  There’s much more to be a rancher’s wife than knowing how to cook.  How can she convince him?

Available on Amazon    Make a comment and contact me at marymforbes49@yahoo.ca (subject:  Never Pick a Pretty Woman) for a chance to win a free Kindle copy of my newest novel.

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Never Pick a Pretty Woman – The Cover

I want to extend a special thanks to both April Martinez – through Suzanne Stengl and Mahrie G. Reid for listening and answering many questions. Both are wonderful authors with Alberta Romance Writer’s Association.

Thanks for your help in creating a perfect cover for Never Pick a Pretty Woman

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Dee Van Dyk – New Release

After writing in various fields with success, Dee Van Dyk has now produced a fiction story, Sin Eaters.  Sin Eaters is a YA, dark, ominous and exciting to read.  It is part of the Searching for Series, an Alberta Romance Writer’s project at the When Words Collide festival in Calgary, Alberta – August 8-10, 2014.

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What would your life be like if your brother was a convicted serial killer? Lonely, as seventeen year-old Sara Shaughnessy knows. She’s spent the last decade on the fringes of society, hated and bullied. And her life is about to take a turn for the worse. 

Van Dyk’s novel takes us into the dark world of sin eating and ancient demons, a place where the stakes are high and no one is safe. 

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About Dee Van Dyk: – I’m a dabbler, a sampler of life. Yeah, I’m a writer, but I’m also a wife, mother, grandmother, sister, daughter, friend. Like most people who’ve lived awhile, I’ve done a few things. Some exciting stuff, some not so exciting. I’ve worked as a dietary technologist, secretary, cucumber picker, partnered with my husband to run a business, worked a stint as a travel writer. It’s all grist for the writer’s mill.

Her work has appeared in many North American magazines and publications, including PROFIT, Canadian Living, Homemaker’s, Write Magazine, Alberta Venture, FiftyPlus,  Mocha Sofa, Campus Starter, WestJet Inflight Magazine, Jetsgo Inflight Magazine, West Word, Beltline Outlook, Madame, Home Cooking, Food for Thought, Student Counsellor,  Canadian Writer’ s Journal, Avenue, Moving To, homemakers.ca, canadianliving.ca, CanLearn and Visitor’s Choice.

 

 

Never Pick a Pretty Woman – an excerpt

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  NEVER PICK A PRETTY WOMAN  – by Mary M. Forbes

Excerpt’

She cupped her face in her hands, elbows digging into her upper legs and rocked. Her legs and arms trembled. Surely something would come to her. Then it did. She wanted to go back home. She wanted to see her mom. Her mom, her only real true friend, would have the right answers.  Her mom would help her.

She sensed a presence beside her. Someone crouched nearby.  Somebody brushed her arm with a hand. But she dared not look, so sure it would be Dennis. Dennis must never realize how much he hurt her.  She couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Besides she might well start punching that smug know-it-all face.

“What can I do to help you?”

Her head whipped around and her green eyes widened in shock. This wasn’t Dennis. This apparition appeared to be a cowboy in her dreams.  His eyes were narrowed, sultry and dark with long black lashes to match his short dark hair. A cowboy hat was tilted back to reveal his incredible features. His eyes suddenly widened in surprise when he saw her face, then dropped to the ground.  He swore. Perplexed, she wanted to ask him what that was about. Before she had the chance, she noticed he was dangling the straps of her sandals with one finger.

“Prince Charming?” Light banter slipped easily inside. Something familiar and calming.

“You want your shoes back little princess?” He smiled. It took her a moment to compose herself. His smile was breathtaking and vaguely familiar. Had she met him somewhere? No, surely she would remember if she had.

The Romance Reviews – Sizzling Summer Reads Party

Sizzling-Summer-ReadsCome join the fun.  Meet new Authors; Win prizes.  The Grand Prize is a $100.00 gift certificate.

On  June 21from 12:00am EST to 11:59pm EST  there will be a Question/Answer on One Dance with a Stranger.  Answer correctly for a chance to win a Kindle Copy of One Dance with a Stranger.

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