Music teacher Glory has given up on men, with good reason. Then she meets the handsome lead guitar player in the band she has just joined.
Alex, body builder and construction foreman, is determinedly single because he’s given up on women. But that’s before he meets the keyboard player who just joined his brother’s rock band. Suddenly his interest is revived and he goes on a crusade to gain Glory’s attention.
But when Alex disappears and the police claim they have a confession giving damning evidence against him, Glory has to make a decision. Can she trust the man she’s fallen for, or has she been fooled into believing a lie?
Have you ever seen a word and thought– I wonder what that means? Maybe I could use that word. Well, here’s one that is a little different. Ultracredpidarianism means ‘the habit of giving advice outside one’s knowledge or competence’. Great word, huh? And it reaches back to 325 AD. It kind of fits with my favourite saying for authors –‘Write what you know!’
I am in the process of writing a memoir called THE HOMESTEAD. Here is an excerpt-
My Parents Dad’s father, George, was one of twelve children. He was born in Upper Canada and moved with his whole family to the Canadian Prairies when the land opened up for homesteading in the 1880’s and they all claimed land. Dad was born in Sintaluta, southern Saskatchewan. When he was one and a half years old, in February of 1919, his mother, Emily Annie, died of the Spanish flu. George’s mother, Hannah Ruth, my father’s grandmother, died of the flu the following day, and the two funeral services were held at the same time in the local village church. According to one of my cousins who knew George, our grandfather was devastated by these losses, and more or less gave up. However, he continued to farm with his father and his brothers. Each one of them had claimed some land and they used their horses and equipment in a united effort to work the soil. A couple of years later, snow came early to the Prairies. The family had harvested their father’s crop and were working down the list of brothers from oldest to youngest. George was the last brother, and before they got to his land the snow had flattened his crop, demolishing his total income for the year. Unable to pay his taxes, he lost his land, and took his family of six motherless children by train, moving them to Nipawin, in northern Saskatchewan. He set up shop in the small town as a saw and knife sharpener.
Does this resonate with you? Do you have knowledge of homesteading, or setting out into the wilderness to create a farmstead? Send me an email at sylviegraysonauthor@gmail.com to tell me of your experience. I’d love to hear from you.
My joke for you today is a series of questions–
If a man is talking in the middle of a forest with no one to hear him, is he still wrong?
Is there another word for synonym?
Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do ‘practice’?
Would a fly without wings be called a ‘walk’?
What do you do when you see an endangered animal eat an endangered plant?
Send me your favourite joke so I can use it in my newsletter.
The flowers in the garden have gone crazy. There are rhododendrons and camelias in bloom, azalias brightening every corner, the Japanese tree peonie is usually the first out but we had frost every night, so the leaves uncurled in the sun, then curled up again with the frost. It took them forever to finally burst forth.
When I open the window, in wafts perfume from the wisteria vine that has actually pulled the railing of the deck out of alignment, it is so determined. I don’t know where it gets it’s nutrition. The root is stuck between two great big rocks.
So far, I’ve planted squash, cucumbers, tomatoes, and lettuce. Within a couple of days, the rabbits had eaten the lettuce down to about an inch. I dug them back up and put them in a planter on my deck. Now I can eat it and they can’t. 🙂
I’ve just begun writing Lies He Told, Book Four. Not sure what the title will be, but it’s Randy Bonnar’s story. He’s Leah’s brother who moved to the coast to work for Jake in his PI endeavour. Very excited.
Victoria, British Columbia, May 3, 2021 – The Sovereign, The Last War: Book Seven – written by author Sylvie Grayson has just concluded a successful book launch on Amazon with the book ranked as a #1 Best Seller in multiple categories.
Sylvie Grayson writes contemporary romantic suspense with attempted murder thrown in. She loves the intrigue and excitement of creating her stories. She also writes sci-fi/fantasy about the imagined world of Khandarken, but with the same suspense, spicy romance and murder.
After many years of ‘business’, she finds it wonderful to be doing what she loves. Sylvie lives in Western Canada near the Pacific Ocean where she was born, and travels whenever possible, having just finished a journey through Japan, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam and Hong Kong.
“I thought that the story was woven together in seamless perfection…you got intrigue and romance with a bit of a teaser at the end, setting up future works. I loved the characters of Nineteenth and Taslim. I read through the night to finish it, but it was worth it.”
– Nancy Lee
The book is available on Amazon in kindle and paperback formats.
Sylvie Grayson can be reached here at www.sylviegrayson.com or sylviegraysonauthor@gmail.com
I finally got back on my bicycle, looking for some fresh air and exercise. It feels great, but have you ever noticed that having a break from activity for a few months means you lose ground? It has been too cold and wet and has only been seasonably warm in the past few weeks. That was enough to encourage me to go out. I know it will take some weeks to get back on track. But for the moment I’m timing my ride, taking fewer breaks each day, and feeling grateful for the chance to be out in the open. Luckily we live in a rural area where we can get out to bike or walk without being met by lockdown problems.
The daffodils are out in full force (above) and I came across a tulip tree (below). The blooms are gorgeous. I know that bush has another name.
What’s blooming in your neck of the woods? (Do people even say that anymore?) Drop me a note and let me know.
