
Please visit my Facebook author page on Saturday 5.00-7.00 pm EST, for two hours of fun in celebration of my first eBook baby.
I am preparing prizes and giveaways and some competitions to
get us going smoothly.
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Source: Wikipedia |
You can come here at any time and post your short recommendation as a comment below this post. The experiment has been announced on Facebook as well, under the event page I've set up in preparation for the launch of my novel, The Matisse Puzzle. If this blog doesn't sound like the right place for you, you can go to this event page, and leave your review there. I am also present on Twitter, where you can find me as @N1ckMarsh. Maybe a 140-character situation is better suited for an experiment of this type. If you feel more comfortable within this limit, then use Twitter to recommend your book.Yes, I know there are other places where one may feel more motivated to participate in an exercise of this nature. But what I'm inviting you to do is give a little of your time to test the strength of what I like to call "participatory culture": the thing we've all been involved in ever since we've taken the path of Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads etc.
"He was a beautiful Matisse and I a spectator, always learning something new from him. He would never stop being my own unique puzzle to solve, and I his student to teach. No words would need to pass through us, for us to understand what the other wanted. He would always be there for me and I for him. It was at that moment, walking down the aisle in my father's arms, that I knew that the smiling man I saw in front of me would forever be my other half."
“You’re impossible!” She threw her hands up in defeat.
“I prefer to think of myself like a puzzle. Put the pieces together.” He trailed off as he wrapped his arms around her and tried to steal a kiss.
“And what? Make a Matisse? Beautifully complicated?” Lily tried to pull away but his warm hold was too much to resist.
“You don’t have to understand art for it to be art,” Luke murmured as he kissed her softly.“I prefer to think of myself like a puzzle. Put the pieces together.” He trailed off as he wrapped his arms around her and tried to steal a kiss.“And what? Make a Matisse? Beautifully complicated?” Lily tried to pull away but his warm hold was too much to resist.“You don’t have to understand art for it to be art,” Luke murmured as he kissed her softly.“Impossible,” she grumbled.“According to you – beautiful too.”He chuckled as she rolled her eyes. He had won this round. So damn stubborn.
Jennifer Theriot can be found at her personal website, on Facebook, Goodreads, and of course, Twitter.
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You may have a lot of characters in your novel. Which means, you're going to have to learn a lot of languages, to be able to address them properly. Source: Character Animation |
These are all my photos. Cambridge looked pretty prepared for the visit. |
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Source: The Minimalists |
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Source: Alexis Grant |
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It sometimes feels like this, I know: senseless murderers killing all that was good in your book. But take a step back and think again. Maybe they're right every now and then. (c) Picture Book Den |
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First page of JG Ballard's Crash: a case of editing to show that authors are used to not being completely pleased with themselves. Source: LitReactor |
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From: The Escapism Project |
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From: J.T. Geissinger |