I just had to share this with you… Funny/Not Funny What do you think? Comment below…
While selling books with NIWA (Northwest Independent Writer’s Association) at the Tacoma Home and Garden Show this past weekend, we noticed that setting my friend KateMarie’s book next to mine gave each half a whole. Funny and a bit creepy to me. What do you think?
Thanks to everyone who stopped by to meet us and to those who bought books at the show. It was great to meet you!
-Sheri J Kennedy
Author D. Wallace Peach issued a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt challenge for the month of January. There’s still time to participate. Click HERE for more info. Here’s my efforts in response to the photo prompt. I guess it’s speculation on how another person feels and/or the entry to an afterlife…
He shifted between dream and waking, fist jammed against his mouth to ward off the ignominy of drool. The cold pool on his crumpled pillow slapped him conscious.
“Father?” a deep voice droned as the beige room boxed them in.
“Go away,” spit out in reaction, but he couldn’t be certain his voice spoke it. Crotchety throat failed to make his wishes known. Why did they persist in prodding him with questions? His lids squeezed tightly against the bothersome boy.
“Father?” a voice soft as a lily petal caressed him from slumber.
A loud snort startled him in reply, and his body was wracked with knives stabbed randomly through his chest, accompanied by a horrific symphony of cacophonous hacking. “Go away,” seeped from him in regret, but he knew his broken voice betrayed him. No message was passed to repel the sweet torture of her presence. Rheumy eyes dragged to open slits; agony slipped in, her image running out in a smear of tears. Histamine or history? Focus blurred to barrenness.
“Father?” a voice scratched through his cool bliss like a rusty saw. Teeth broken and missing. Gaping grin taunting.
He grasped for the open plain he’d slumped upon moments before. Wide, windy winter. White wilderness embracing his weary silence. Frozen wasteland, wondrous under a blue moon come to full. Retreat from their relentless pilgrimage of questions given no answer. He eased into oneness with the ageless ages. Fleeing into the wilds with a final rattling sigh.
-by Sheri J. Kennedy All Rights Reserved
Ah, such fun! I came across this on Myths of the Mirror and thought I’d try my hand at one. (BELOW) Here’s the scoop…
Every week, Chelsea Owens offers a prompt for her Terrible Poetry Contest. Horrible and Hilarious! Want to try your hand at some terrible poetry? It’s harder than it looks!
1. The topic is ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. This is my LEAST FAVORITE poem in the entire world – whenever it’s parodied. Therefore; I normally feel that every idiot who goes about with “‘Twas the night before Christmas” on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart; but this week you’re getting a pass. Strangely enough, I love the original. I have at least three favorite stanzas in there.
2. What’s the limit? For the love of my own sanity and yours, please keep it to eight or nine stanzas, maximum. That’s about the point of the original where we read I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
3. It’s gotta rhyme. At the end of the line. Make it fine.
4. Remember, remember: the poem needs to be terrible…
(For the rest of the rules, the deadline, and to read some terrible poetry entries: The Fifth Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest)
Here’s my Attempt:
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the office
The peeps were all fluey and all full of coughses
Their eyes hung in bags with bulging lids droopy
Their answers to emails were all nincompoopy
They swallowed more syrup and dreamed of their beds
While blurred visions of monitors multiplied in their heads
The holiday was coming, they leaned upon that
While doing their darndest not to barf in their hats
A bottle of OJ, another pain pill
They pushed around paper, just an hour to kill
Away to the door they stumbled in stupors
A stop at the party and boy were they poopers
At last up their driveways they wove their way home.
And fell in their beddi-byes to spend Christmas alone.
-by Sheri J. Kennedy, yes that’s the entity All Rights Reserved (though hardly deserved)
We’ve got a full on Board Game and Month Long points contest going on in the Snoqualmie Valley Region this year with chances to make points online and at events. In addition to individual gains, we’re divided into teams by genre. I declared Adventure for my Steam Era Time Travel ‘Miss LiV Adventures’ series book. Someone started a forum thread for colors and mascots. So Robin Hood is the Adventure mascot and I’m having fun with this snarky meme from a Shrek quiz:
Can’t stop laughing!! I love NaNoWriMo! Go Team!!
In celebration of the release of my new Kennedy J. Quinn, Miss LiV Adventures series book, Memory Key, I’m offering my Sheri J. Kennedy, Reality with a Twist book, Feeling Human, at only 99 cents on Kindle for 48 hours, starting June 28th 12am PDT. Don’t miss this great price for my most popular novel! GET YOURS NOW!
Here are a few Reader Responses to Feeling Human:
“I’ve never read anything quite like this. You have a misunderstood youth, sure, but he’s very different from anyone else in the world or in literature… Engaging from the start, satisfying to the end.”
“I really lost myself in it. I liked the variety of characters and experiences…It felt real. A great job capturing a boy who was so hung up on his past he couldn’t move forward in life…both fun and heartwarming…very original and refreshing.”
“It was brilliant! Intriguing, unusual and yet so human and familiar.”
I can’t wait to share this book with you! After you read it, leave a review on Amazon, and let me know what you thought about it. I’d love any feedback you care to share. Thanks! -Sheri J. Kennedy
I’m a huge fan of things that look like other things. This is an exceptional conceptual and capture convergence by Elan Mudrow.
As an artist I learned my creativity far exceeded any box that society or gallery marketers tried to shove me into. So when I started writing novels, I saw if I published under only one name, readers would scratch their heads on their second purchase with a great big, “How did we get from there to here?” So, Kennedy J. Quinn was born. Really, it’s just my name backwards – if you put in my nickname ‘Quinn’ as my first name. So it’s all just another me. Sheri J. Kennedy with a twist.
Ms. Quinn just released her 3rd novel (4th book since 2 are under one cover) The Unwitting Journeys of the Witty Miss Livingstone – Book II: Memory Key. (Available on Amazon along with Book I: Journey Key) And I’m so excited about the upcoming Launch Party, I just had to share! Come out and meet both me’s and enjoy some handmade shortbread and a spot of Mariage Freres tea. See you there!
Almost on my way to my first Author event that’s focused on only one book and sanctioned by King Co. Library System. I’m so excited!! Wish me luck…
Here’s a photo of the library room schedule that was posted when I stopped by to print the hand-out earlier in the day. And also the official flyer they’ve had posted and available to grab for over a month. My name in lights. 🙂 Too much fun!