#WhyWriteWrong – Baited vs Bated

Twice lately, I have been pulled right out of a story I was reading by the phrase “baited breath,” and I realized this is a mistake far too many people are making. One does not have “baited breath” unless one has been eating worms or shiners. Honest.

The correct word in this case is “bated,” as in “abated” meaning something that has ceased happening. Like breathing. In other words, the phrase “bated breath” means someone is holding his breath, whereas to say “baited breath” implies someone has very odd dining habits.

The Serious Example:

The accused murderer awaited the jury’s verdict with bated breath. (He was holding his breath).

The Silly example:

The cat ate every shiner in the pail, ending up with baited breath.  (The cat now smells fishy.)

Hope this helps sort out the difference between bated and baited. (But I’m not holding my breath here. 😀 )

#NotesFromTheRiver – Florida Panther Part 2

This week’s #NotesFromTheRiver post continues with our look at Florida’s State Animal, the Florida Panther, a subspecies of the western cougar. Hope some of you will check it out, even if only for the photos. And please share, if you have time. THANKS!

#NotesFromTheRiver – Florida Panther Part 2

Local Event: Enterprise Heritage Museum, August 12, 2017

Anyone who’s followed this blog very long knows how much I enjoy doing local presentations of all sorts, including Meet the Author Readings & Book Signings, Tea With the Author, St. Johns River Eco Tour Meet & Greets, and various Nature Related slideshow presentations. I’m excited to say that I have added something new this summer–a slide show entitled 100 Years of Writing: An Author’s Perspective. And no, I haven’t been writing 100 years. (Only 4). But I’ve done a good bit of research and found out a lot of cool stuff about how authors wrote and published their books in 1917. Some of the things I discovered just might surprise you!

If you are in the area on Saturday, August 12, from 11:00am to 1:30pm,  please consider joining us at the Enterprise Heritage Museum, address and phone number below. I did a trial run of the show at the traveling Smithsonian exhibit last month (The Way We Worked) and everyone seemed to have a good time, so why not come see for yourself? The museum is asking a $7 donation, which includes the show and a light lunch. And I’ll also be available afterward for Q&A and signing books.

Here’s the info, once again:

WHEN:  11:00am to 1:30pm, Saturday, August 12, 2017
WHERE: Enterprise Heritage Center & Museum
                  360 Main Street, Enterprise, FL
Call 386-259-5900 for Reservations
ADMISSION: $7.00 donation which includes presentation and lunch

 

 

No More Mulberries is FREE

Thank you Marcia for allowing me to commandeer your blog to let your followers know my novel set in Afghanistan, No More Mulberries, is FREE to download from Amazon until Monday 10th July.

BNo More Mulberries - 400lurb: Scottish-born midwife, Miriam loves her work at a health clinic in rural Afghanistan and the warmth and humour of her women friends in the village, but she can no longer ignore the cracks appearing in her marriage. Her doctor husband has changed from the loving, easy-going man she married and she fears he regrets taking on a widow with a young son, who seems determined to remain distant from his stepfather.

When Miriam acts as translator at a medical teaching camp she hopes time apart might help her understand the cause of their problems. Instead, she must focus on helping women desperate for medical care and has little time to think about her failing marriage. When an old friend appears, urging her to visit the village where once she and her first husband had been so happy, Miriam finds herself travelling on a journey into her past, searching for answers to why her marriage is going so horribly wrong.

Her husband, too, must deal with issues from his own past – from being shunned by childhood friends when he contracted leprosy to the loss of his first love.

Excerpt from Chapter One: Iqbal was being ridiculous but if she was going to persuade him to change his mind, she must stay calm. She really didn’t want it to turn into a major row. She took a deep breath, which ended on a yawn. Too tired for one thing.

Maybe she should agree to Iqbal’s suggestion and employ a girl from the village to help with the housework? She’d always refused, telling him she’d feel uncomfortable having someone working in the house. She didn’t admit to him she hated the idea of people thinking the foreign wife needed help to run her home, couldn’t cope with hard work. Bad enough they knew she couldn’t spin wool – or milk a goat.

That bloody-minded animal, feeling her first tentative touch, had looked knowingly over its shoulder at her with its nasty, wrong-way-round eyes and walked away. Tightening her grip only made the goat go faster, forcing her into an idiotic crouching run, while her friend

Usma, in between shouts of laughter yelled at her to let go. When she did, falling over in a heap on the stony ground, the pain of her scraped knees had been nothing compared to the hurt to her dignity and pride. For weeks after everyone asked her if she’d milked any more goats. The day she could join in the laughter at the episode had not yet arrived.

She sighed and looked upwards. Familiarity with Afghanistan’s night skies never lessened her sense of awe. On moonless nights the Milky Way was a magical white path through stars that didn’t twinkle – they blazed. Constellations her father had taught her to recognise when she was a child – Orion, the Plough, the Seven Sisters – demonstrated proudly that here, they possessed far more jewel-bright stars than she had ever seen in Scotland. Tonight, though, the moon, almost full, had risen, dimming the stars’ brightness, silvering the jagged peaks of the mountains that kept the valley safe.

‘Our moon,’ she whispered. ‘Oh, Jawad, what have I done?’

‘Miriam?’ She jumped at the sound of Iqbal’s voice close behind her. Had he heard her whisper?

She turned to face him relieved to see he was smiling. ‘Children ready for bed?’ she asked. ‘I’ll go say goodnight to them.’

He shook his head, coming to stand next to her, saying softly, ‘Ruckshana’s already asleep. Farid is learning his spelling words for tomorrow.’ He reached for her hand. ‘Miriam, look, I suppose I should have mentioned it to you – cancelling the boys’ lessons.’

‘Mentioned it?’ She snatched her hand away, the need for calm forgotten. Tilting her head to look up at him, she asked, ‘What about discussing it with me?’

Bio: Author and journalist Mary Smith lives in South West Scotland. Although she has always written, whether childish short stories, very bad angst-ridden poetry as a teenager, or diaries, she never really believed she could be an author. And so she did lots of other things instead including fundraising for Oxfam and later working in Pakistan and Afghanistan for health programmes. Those experiences inform much of her writing. Her debut novel, No More Mulberries is set in Afghanistan.

Back in Scotland she found work as a freelance journalist while completing a MLitt in Creative Writing. She has also written Drunk Chickens and Burnt Macaroni: Real Stories of Afghan Women, a narrative non-fiction account about her time in Afghanistan which offers an authentic insight into how ordinary Afghan women and their families live their lives.

She has one full-length collection of poems, Thousands Pass Here Every Day and has worked, in collaboration with photographer Allan Devlin on two local history books: Dumfries Through Time and Castle Douglas Through Time. Secret Dumfries will be published in 2018.

Mary’s other project is to turn her blog, My Dad’s A Goldfish, about caring for her father when he had dementia into a book, which she hopes will be published before the end of 2017. Before that she will be publishing a slim collection of short stories.

GET IT HERE:  http://smarturl.it/nmm

Liebster Award

A couple of weeks ago, Mae Clair nominated me for a Liebster Award, and I’m happy to say I’m finally able to take part. Thank you so much for the award, Mae. I had fun with this one. Here are the rules:

  1. Acknowledge the blog who nominated you and display the award.
  2. Answer the 11 questions the blogger gives you.
  3. Give 11 random facts about yourself.
  4. Nominate 11 blogs
  5. Notify those blogs of the nomination.
  6. Give them 11 questions to answer.

Here are the eleven questions Mae asked, and my answers to each:

  1. You’ve been given a working time machine. What era of history would you visit?
    I’m not so sure I would want to visit any historic era that was BAC. (Before Air Conditioning). Every time I try to picture myself sweating through a centuries-ago summer, I balk at the whole concept. Maybe if I could just do a fly-by, I’d visit the building of Stonehenge. That could be fun, as long as my time machine was artificially cooled to about 68 degrees.
  2. What is your totem animal?
    I’m going to go with cat. I love almost all animals, excluding sharks and hairy-legged spiders, though I’m working on those. But cats have fascinated me since I was a very small child. I love the way they move, the way they stare at you as though they understand they are a superior species, and even the way their fur smells, like baby powder. And I fully understand why they were worshipped by the ancient Egyptians. Yep, cats it is, for me. (But don’t tell my dachshunds, who actually think they rule the house. Poor schmucks.) 
  3. What was the first story you wrote?
    I started writing long, epic poems at five, filling up pages with verses featuring mostly cowboys and horses. And sometimes cats. I wrote poetry through high school, and expected to be a writer at some point, but then there’s this mysterious gap of forty years or so where I didn’t write anything at all. The first thing I wrote after that was my first novel, Wake-Robin Ridge. 
  4. Beach or mountains?
    Mountains, hands down. I don’t do sun (way too many scars from that) and I am connected via some unknown past life to the Appalachians. Particularly the North Carolina mountains. Hickory Nut Gorge, Lake Lure, Chimney Rock, Bat Cave, and all the surrounding fern-covered, waterfall-graced, mist-shrouded hills speak to my heart. Though I have never lived in the mountains, I have a sense of coming home every time I visit. A cabin in the woods, with a rushing stream nearby is my idea of heaven. 
  5. What is your favorite time of year?
    Autumn, because . . . PUMPKINS! Heaps and piles of pumpkins on every porch, and corn shocks, and tart Granny Smith apples, and crisp, frost-covered mornings, with blue silk skies overhead. And, of course, autumn in the Blue Ridge mountains—it doesn’t get any better than that. 
  6. Name someone from history you find intriguing.
    So many! Benjamin Franklin, because of his inventive, creative mind. Hannibal. I mean, elephants? Where’d that idea come from? Cleopatra. I’d like to see exactly what she really did look like, without the headdress and kohl-rimmed eyes. (I’m guessing it wasn’t much like Elizabeth Taylor.) 
  7. What is your favorite fairy tale?
    Rumplestiltskin. Girl outsmarts creepy bad guy, yay!  Besides, it’s fun to say. 
  8. When was the last time you played a game of chess?
    When I was about 12. I hate chess. It hurts my brain to try to plan that far ahead. Besides, I’m big fan of spontaneous smiting! Give me games with WORDS. Crossword puzzles, in particular, and I can do the daily Jumble in 30 to 90 seconds, flat. (I almost always have the answer filled in before I look at the words.) 
  9. If you could travel to any city or country in the world, where would you go?
    Scotland. And then, Scotland again. Come on, now . . . men in kilts!! And lochs and shaggy-haired cattle. And men in kilts. And castles and standing stones. (Did I mention men in kilts?) 
  10. Name your favorite cartoon when you were a kid.
    Bugs Bunny. He invented snark. 
  11. What mythical creature do you wish actually existed?
    Dragons. Huge, beautiful, fire-breathing dragons. Fierce when the need arises, but benevolent and protective the rest of the time. Friendly dragons, you could stop by and chat with, and maybe play a quiet game of . . . well, anything other than chess.

And here are 11 things about me you may or may not know.

  1. I’m tall. Close to six feet. (Okay, I’ve shrunk a bit over the years, so more like 5’10” today).
  2. I like to laugh. And I like to make other people laugh. And mostly, it seems to work.
  3. I love reptiles, especially snakes. Such interesting creatures.
  4. I was a very good gardener before I started writing, and even now, I have fresh roses from my garden on my desk almost every day of the year.
  5. I’ve been an ardent birdwatcher since my 20’s, and have hiked many a mile to catch a glimpse of something unusual.
  6. I’ve been a confirmed tea drinker for over 50 years. Couldn’t start my day without Earl Grey!
  7. I’m a very good canoeist, having paddled hundreds of miles on Florida waterways.
  8. I love bagpipes. I also love Elvis, Tom Petty, and The Eagles, but I adore Celtic music, Beethoven, and Vivaldi even more.
  9. My love of music notwithstanding, I write in as close to total silence as I can achieve in a house with two dachshunds who love nothing more than the sound of their own voices. (The four cats are usually pretty quiet).
  10. I used to care for orphaned and injured birds for the Florida Audubon Society, even having hand raised a clutch of screech owls, once.
  11. I’m a native-born Floridian. Yep. There’s me and some guy up in the panhandle. 😀

My Questions:

  1. How many languages do you speak?
  2. What do you believe to be your best asset?
  3. Your worst?
  4. When reading, what is your go-to genre?
  5. What kind of things do you collect?
  6. Museums or art galleries?
  7. Irish wolfhounds or chihuahuas?
  8. What makes you cry?
  9. Grilled porterhouse or steamed lobster?
  10. Are you more likely to send animated e-greetings, or handwritten cards?
  11. Your favorite guilty pleasure?

Now for my nominations, but under no circumstances should you feel obligated to participate. We all understand that some folks just don’t have the time, and others simply don’t do awards and the like. Just know you were among my eleven choices, for whatever that’s worth. 🙂 So, seven women, and under the theory that guys should bare their souls now and then, as well, four men! And there’s no time limit on this, should you prefer to wait until it’s more convenient for you. I did. 🙂

  1. Caitlin Stern
  2. Sue Vincent
  3. Rosie Amber
  4. Sarah Brentyn
  5. Judith Barrow
  6. Cathy Ryan
  7. Shelley Wilson
  8. Chris, the Story Reading Ape
  9. Nicholas C. Rossis
  10. P. H. Solomon
  11. Callum McLaughlin

Blow-out Sale Ends Today!

Today is the final day of my 4th of July book sale. Last chance to download That Darkest Place for $1.99, saving $3.00. And you can still download all my other novels for the rock bottom price of $.99. That includes all three Wake-Robin Ridge books, and the first two Riverbend books. Don’t miss out!

Go here to download your copies today:

Wake-Robin Ridge Book 1
A Boy Named Rabbit: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 2
Harbinger: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 3

Swamp Ghosts: Riverbend Book 1
Finding Hunter: Riverbend Book 2
That Darkest Place: Riverbend Book 3