How to celebrate an author’s birthday — The Home of Author Loren Rhoads

Imagine you’re writing a book. You labor over it alone in your room (or alone at a table in a cafe, as the case may be). You show it to 2 or 3 people, but mostly it exists in your head. Then you send it to a publisher. They like it, buy it, publish it. […]

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Autumn of Life

In Transition

One of my favorite writer-bloggers, Katrina Kenison wrote a lovely piece about October days this morning. It made me reflect on my own memories:

After forty years in Florida, I still long for Autumn. I miss its golden beauty, its smells of apples, bonfires and crunchy leaves. The sounds of geese honking and leaves skittering across the lawn.
As our nest emptied this fall, I realized our Autumn is upon us. Though I miss my children- their small selves, this time of year, I relish this new beginning.

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Evolution of Libraries: What That Means for Self-Published Books

Eva Lesko Natiello


I had the pleasure, recently, to be the guest speaker at the annual reception of LUCC: Libraries of Union County Consortium, to share my story as a self-published author. It was an eye-opening evening as I listened in on discussions about the state of libraries, what they mean to the community in which they serve, and the ever-expanding array of services they provide.

The thing I was most struck by was how libraries are able to evolve while staying committed to their traditional principal of democratization. For a public institution which started sometime in the 1700s (an exact date and location is subject of debate) it has strong traditional roots. But take a close look at libraries today and you will be impressed by how they are modernizing and staying in check with advances in how books, newspapers, and magazines are read, how people access information and media, and advances…

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From the Laundry Room

Inviting a pet into your life is an exercise in being in the now.

When I was searching for my Jack, I read about different dog breeds, and there was one section I still find troubling—life expectancy.

Jack is a Brittany, and the average life expectancy of his breed is 12-13 years. That’s not bad for a dog, I learned. Brittanys are “hardy” and “healthy.” They’re bird dogs.

For some reason, I’m distracted by this “limit” being so openly placed on my relationship. I have never entered into any other pairing with a “life expectancy.” I’m not sure what I would do if a person came into my world and said, “Let’s hang out and do things, but barring some freak accident, it’s all but certain I’ll die before you.”

Sometimes I’m not sure why I did it, why I chose Jack. I don’t like being left behind. I want to…

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My “Never Trump” Vote Dedication

Writer's Cramp

I see that there is trend developing for people to dedicate their vote to stop Donald Trump…their “Never Trump” vote… to someone or some ideal or value that his presidency would put in jeopardy.

In my case, I dedicate my “Never Trump” vote to my wonderful daughter who brings life values and learning to so many children as a children’s librarian. Her dedication to her work in a relatively low income and mixed bilingual Hispanic community in Albuquerque’s South Valley is an inspiration to me and others. Her encounters with small children asking whether Trump will make them and their families leave the country is heartbreaking.

I would further dedicate my vote to the thousands of Hispanic families living in my community who work hard in a challenging economy and strive every day to raise happy, bright and healthy children. I’ve never lived in a community that is so family oriented and…

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From the Keyboard


Near a fingerprint

or crack,

above a lamp that will not light,

beside a tilted print

on which a fragile web is draped,

there’s an X that keeps me upright.

The sly, balletic spider,

has no need to spot,

its balance is assured

in pirouettes on sudden silk.

© 2016

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An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.

Drifting Through My Open Mind


Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me.

Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women.

We see right through you. We have all known you at some point. Your ways are not unfamiliar to us. We see through you because we’ve been dealing with you our whole lives.

We heard you call women pigs. And disgusting. And stupid. And bimbos.

We watched as you called a former Ms. Universe “Ms. Piggy” and then spent four days continuing to insult her.

We see your weakness. Your lust for attention at any cost, your need to denigrate women. We see all of it. And we’re mad.

Yes. We’re mad. And fired up. And here’s the thing about us……

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Book Review: We Eat Our Own by Kea Wilson

Reading In The Growlery

Note: I received a copy of this book from Scribner (via Netgalley) for review purposes, which did not affect the content of my review in any way.

Reasons to stay alive

Reality and fiction shade into one another in We Eat Our Own—but not in the way you expect. Told through rotating viewpoints and interspersed with court testimony, Kea Wilson’s debut novel is the story of a kitschy Italian horror movie being shot in the Amazon rainforest. The story within a story? A news crew bent on tracking down a pair of anthropologists and their daughter, who have not-so-mysteriously vanished while studying a cannibalistic tribe. This kitschy movie has two twists, though: a found footage framing device, and a disappeared trio of lead actors whose on-screen murders might have been a little too realistic. Surrounding all this is a real-life backdrop equally saturated with violence, this time in the form of drug cartels…

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Z100 Elvis Duran Show: My Live Appearance with Bad Hair and Pajamas

Eva Lesko Natiello

It may come as no surprise to you that since I’m an author my office is at home. And being a mother of two teenagers, that means for the time they’re at home my kids are at work with me. So, that means, they’ve seen everything. Good days at the office. Bad days at the office. Failure, success, and everything in between.

You can imagine how exciting it was for them to experience the day my book hit the USA Today Bestseller list. Or the day it was the #1 book on Amazon. And Barnes & Noble. And iBooks. And how excited they must’ve been when it hit the New York Times Bestseller list. But no, nothing could compare to the most thrilling success I’ve achieved as an author according to my kids:

The morning I was live on the Z100 Elvis Duran Show.oorft8r0k4k64yu1mzeh_400x400

It was so much fun…

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Halloween Reads

From the Keyboard


These books, their stories, their characters lingered…. Oh, how perfectly haunting!

The Portrait of Jennie (Robert Nathan) — While the film version of this novella about a struggling artist who finds his muse in a rapidly aging girl is lovely, melancholy, and romantic, it does not convey the foreboding of time out of joint that Nathan’s writing does.  Ray Bradbury said it best, “It touched and frightened me when I was twenty-four. Now, once more, it touches and frightens.”

The House Next Door (Anne Rivers Siddons) — One of the best evil house books I’ve ever read. This one packs a wallop as a new home claims owner after owner while the neighbors who witness their fates are brought to the brink of madness.  Read it for the horror, and come back to it for its deliciously biting sub-text.

The Little Stranger (Sarah Waters) — A doctor is called to…

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