My interview with writer, Rachel Carerra has arrived! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed being interviewed.
Cheers to a great weekend!
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.
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: http://www.amazon.com/Feedback-Lisa-Montanino-ebook/dp/B00J7PTQJU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1404911116&sr=8-1&keywords=lisa+montanino
In the meantime, please read this wonderful author interview and others at: https://wordpress.com/#/read/blog/id/64013217/
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,
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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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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: http://eatmbpost.com/
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Check out more here: http://www.ci.manhattan-beach.ca.us/
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