Greetings from London!


Hello my lovely followers, sorry I have been MIA lately. Let’s just say work and writing projects have been way demanding these past weeks but the good news is I’m finally taking a long overdue breather. I think the last time I took a real vacation was before I wrote my novel, Feedback.

A couple of treats to look forward to:
My interview with Rachel Carerra will be posted here within the week!
And I will be back to updating regularly with some interviews of my own and my latest writing endeavors.

Just have to say it again… thanks to everyone for the kind words of support I’ve heard the past months from readers saying “I loved your book!” Probably the best words an author can hear or read (reviews on Amazon)

You all rock! Now on that note, I have a date with a rock legend of some sort to walk with on Abbey Road.

Cheers mate(s)


Posted by on July 23, 2014 in Unedited Quill Spills


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Author Interview – Chloe Hammond


Hello Readers,

I had the honor of being interviewed by the lovely and talented, Rachel Carrera, check in here and Rachel’s blog for the interview to be posted soon. I hope you enjoy our conversation about my latest work, Feedback on sale:

In the meantime, please read this wonderful author interview and others at:

I leave you with a couple of poignant quotes that nourishes the soul’s humanity:

“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” – Nelson Mandela

“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” -Mahatma Gandhi

❤’s & thoughts,

Originally posted on Rachel Carrera, Novelist:

Surprise!  I have yet another featured author for you to read about today.  Chloe Hammond is participating in Britain’s Next Best Seller and her pre-order period ends next Friday.  As such, she could  use your support.  Enjoy!


Recently, I posted a Call to Writers, asking my fellow author bloggers to allow me to interview them for guest-spots on my blog.  (If you are interested in participating, please contact me.)  I asked everyone thirty-five questions, some were basic, and others were multi-part inquiries, and I asked them to answer only what they wanted to or what was applicable. My friend and fellow-blogger, Chloe Hammond, had some very interesting responses which I’m sure will enchant you, as well. (Of course when you get to #25 and read about the character Rae/Rach, you’ll see why I’m a bit biased!)  After you read her interview, please be sure to hop on over to…

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Flash Fiction – Throwing Caution To The Wind

(an excerpt from The Diaries Of Debra Westlake by Lisa Montanino)

I’ve been giving some thought to this idiom—a cliché to be very careless. How many of us can attest to letting the chips fall where they may? I bring this up since a couple of my friends have been finding themselves dealing with this subject. One is trying to grapple the reality of her kid going to college i.e. the dreaded empty nest syndrome and worries of her son’s welfare. Another is dealing with a new baby on the way along with exorbitant amounts of fear “to never be careless again until they graduate high school.” I don’t agree with this by the way. Just because I have a child doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy being a kid sometimes. It’s okay to have him babysat once in a blue moon while I’m out with friends reliving sweet memories of our college nights. Everyone deserves to be carefree, you just can’t make it a habit. Like everything else, there is a fine line of overindulgence + denial + hubris + selfishness = doomsday. So balance, baby… it’s all about balance.

Probably the only exception where you can be excused of being excessively cutesy in redundant fashion is being in love. However annoying it is to see gratuitous couple and family pictures or constant ridiculous social media statuses of “You’re the love of my life” you have to give these poor saps some rope. They have no clue how insecure it makes them appear and there’s no harm with exuding admiration even if ‘balance’ (that I mentioned above) isn’t in their vocabulary. Everyone is different in their expression and if you ask me, it’s better to be overkill than closed off. Anyone who’s cautious with their heart usually winds up losing the coveted love connection they were lucky to synch with in the first place. Some people may argue with that, and that’s cool, but I’d rather succumb to love than regret not letting those proverbial chips fall wherever they so choose to. Anything else short of that is not living; am I wrong? Look, taking a chance on fate is not easy, this I know. No matter how many times I struggle with all the potential cons that may pop up in regards to a relationship, I’m constantly reminded every day I read the newspapers saddening articles of fatal multiple stabbings and shootings that life truly is short. You have to follow your heart and once you do, don’t guard or contain it = another formula for doomsday. It’s when you take off the façade and pour your inner most thoughts out authentically, is when you gain complacency and your partner becomes further riveted by you—guaranteed.

And now a dilemma.

What do you do if the one you’re foolishly sacrificing everything for doesn’t do the same back? Some are left feeling like they live in an igloo. Others lack assurance, and some question if they are truly being loved in the way they are providing. Therein lies one of the many quandaries of life. Think about it. How would you feel if you were the one lacking the affection you’re craving to have? I bet it would feel lousy… no? No matter how much analysis you do perusing the web for clues in the hopes to understand whatever you call this, the fact remains—you’re officially a fool for love. A fool who may at some point ponder the age-old question: Do I walk away in the hopes of gaining some of my ingenuity back by meeting someone more worthy of me? Or stick it out being frustratingly unfulfilled? Living the ultimate game of subterfuge.

Don’t look at me for an answer… because if I had it, I’d probably be an acclaimed award-winning philosopher regularly featured on talk shows oozing out the highest levels of acumen. But alas no. I’m as baffled as you are. I guess the only thing you can do is rely on faith that the person you’re in deep with feels the same; because when someone is ‘head over heels’ any rationale they possess goes out the proverbial window. That in itself is the ultimate surrender—a reckless abandon to marvel at.

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Posted by on July 2, 2014 in Unedited Quill Spills


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FRIDAY FIVE: Five ways to stay creative on a weekend!


And add these tunes to sing along to for the weekend ride…
“Sexx Laws” – Beck
“Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head” – BJ Thomas
“Movin’ On Up” – Primal Scream
“Hem Of Your Garment” – Cake
“Sing” – Ed Sheeran
“Let Me Blow Ya Mind” – Eve featuring Gwen Stefani
“Number One” – Pharrell featuring Kanye West
“Now That We Found Love” – Heavy D and The Boyz
“Trampled Under Foot” – Led Zeppelin
“Too Much Information” – The Police
“Wishing I Was There” – Natalie Imbruglia
“Undercover Of The Night” – The Rolling Stones
“The Man In Me” – Bob Dylan
“Arabella” – Arctic Monkeys
“Bathwater / Magic’s In The Makeup” – Double play from No Doubt
Double play from The (great) Beach Boys – “Surfin’ USA / God Only Knows”


Today is Friday, tomorrow starts what most of us seek. The mighty weekend. Either we can get dull on weekends, or we can be productive, it’s up to us. To do any of the both, mere creativity is always needed!  Thus, I am showing you five ways to be creative to do so.

1. Get away from the computer

Go somewhere, where your heart takes you. But please leave the desk, you have spent all your week in front of that flat bright screen, suffering from a god-knows-what syndrome or wrist cramp due to excessive use of keyboard. Give your hands a rest. Do something else.

2. Surround yourself with Creative people

We all have some friends, who are creative. Hangout with them. Visit the places which inspire you, taking along your creative friend. And if you’re too lucky, find a creative date.

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Posted by on June 27, 2014 in Unedited Quill Spills


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My no. 1 place to live at the moment… Manhattan Beach, CA

After visiting California last month, I explored new sights, primarily south Los Angeles area of Manhattan Beach. It was better than I remembered. When I used to be a resident in SF, I’d make a few trips south for better weather and beaches. I’d say in all my experiences of boardwalks and bike path views, the one at Manhattan Beach is the best so far in the US – our version of Italy. The scenery is breathtaking and the kind-laid-back-mentality of the locals you pass by sweeten the deal. Myrtle Beach, SC seabord comes close in 2nd place (because of its lack of mountains). And maybe there’s something to the Pacific Ocean I guess… the Atalantic is lovely but the Pacific is: (enter your favorite adjective here.)
Till I can make this dream a reality, visits will have to do. There’s only so long before I can be without their special pinot noir… savory taste of brussel sprouts, chicken meatballs with lemon zest curd complimented perfectly with a quinoa and kale salad – only at Manhattan Beach Post:

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Happy Monday!

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Posted by on June 23, 2014 in Unedited Quill Spills


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Did everyone luck out with a great Dad like me?

Happy Fathers Day! A dedication poem to all the amazing Papa’s out there.

My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love
E. E. Cummings

My father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height

this motionless forgetful where
turned at his glance to shining here;
that if(so timid air is firm)
under his eyes would stir and squirm

newly as from unburied which
floats the first who,his april touch
drove sleeping selves to swarm their fates
woke dreamers to their ghostly roots

and should some why completely weep
my father’s fingers brought her sleep:
vainly no smallest voice might cry
for he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea
my father moved through griefs of joy;
praising a forehead called the moon
singing desire into begin

joy was his song and joy so pure
a heart of star by him could steer
and pure so now and now so yes
the wrists of twilight would rejoice

keen as midsummer’s keen beyond
conceiving mind of sun will stand,
so strictly(over utmost him
so hugely) stood my father’s dream

his flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
no hungry man but wished him food;
no cripple wouldn’t creep one mile
uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the Pomp of must and shall
my father moved through dooms of feel;
his anger was as right as rain
his pity was as green as grain

septembering arms of year extend
less humbly wealth to foe and friend
than he to foolish and to wise
offered immeasurable is

proudly and(by octobering flame
beckoned)as earth will downward climb,
so naked for immortal work
his shoulders marched against the dark

his sorrow was as true as bread:
no liar looked him in the head;
if every friend became his foe
he’d laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,
singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)

then let men kill which cannot share,
let blood and flesh be mud and mire,
scheming imagine,passion willed,
freedom a drug that’s bought and sold

giving to steal and cruel kind,
a heart to fear,to doubt a mind,
to differ a disease of same,
conform the pinnacle of am

though dull were all we taste as bright,
bitter all utterly things sweet,
maggoty minus and dumb death
all we inherit,all bequeath

and nothing quite so least as truth
—i say though hate were why men breathe—
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all

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Posted by on June 15, 2014 in Unedited Quill Spills


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