By Karen J Mossman A couple of years ago I supported a campaign called Our Books Are Not Free! Something I truly believed in. Amazon take such a big chunk of royalty and on average I may earn about £6 a month, and on an extremely good month sell 10 books. I've been publishing since… Continue reading I know it’s Wrong, but…
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Christmas Time
The other day a blog post caughte my eye. It was about Christmas past, present and the furture. When I was a child we celebrated our Christmas as a big family. Stockings were hung at the end of the bed and in the morning there would be an apple, orange, a little toy and some… Continue reading Christmas Time
A Good Son
by Karen J Mossman I was at Pedro’s house and we were making out on the sofa. My head was back, my neck stretched in pleasure, my eyes flicked open and there was his mother looking through the window. I don’t think any of us recovered from that as I made a quick exit. Now… Continue reading A Good Son
Churches and Ouija Boards
Dad was a religious man and enjoyed going to church, he also loved the social aspect of it. As a family we went to church every Sunday. It was like an extended family, a community that we fitted into and enjoyed the company of. In the church hall we went to barn dances, attended shows,… Continue reading Churches and Ouija Boards
Train Journeys
One day while at a level crossing, the barrier came down to say there was a train coming. For one moment I felt the rising excitement I had as a child. Dad used to let us get out of the car and stand by the gates to wait for the train. The mounting anticipation as… Continue reading Train Journeys
Don’t tell a writer your secrets!
Sometimes the most embarrassing things can be humorous and I wrote something a little risqué by my standards. I also wanted it to be a little cringe worthy because we’ve all been in situations that have made our toes curl. You know that saying, never tell a writer your deepest secrets? No? Well, perhaps I… Continue reading Don’t tell a writer your secrets!
My Sister Far Away
The Magic of Stories is packed with tales divided into different genres. So there should a story for everybody. It wasn’t until I was putting the book together I realised all the poetry I’d included were simply stories in rhyme. In 1988, one of my sisters enlisted on an experimental cultural exchange programme sponsored by… Continue reading My Sister Far Away
I don’t like creepy things, do you?
Horror and paranormal is not something I read or watch. I get spooked easily and have a very active imagination. As I teenager I would constantly be plagued by nightmares. As I grew up I knew to stay away from anything scary. These two subjects are very big in the book world and there are… Continue reading I don’t like creepy things, do you?
Memories of my dog, Ricky
Everybody remembers their first dog. Mine was Ricky, he was a terrier of some sorts and he was very intelligent. This is Ricky, I don’t have many photos of him and here he is with my dad and my baby sister. He was about two when this was taken. As I said, Ricky was such… Continue reading Memories of my dog, Ricky
Do you keep a diary?
I’ve always kept a diary and in my early teenage years I wrote a few lines on days I did something. When I had my first boyfriend the diaries became more detailed on the days we did something exciting. I also managed to graffiti all over it with hearts and our names, basically declaring my… Continue reading Do you keep a diary?
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