What? I'm
going on a trip? Hold on there. What should I pack? Where are we going?
No,
silly, it's just a game. We visit other sites and find out what the author's
are doing and giving away as prizes for those who participate. Real prizes, not
just books sent through the air to a satellite and back to another person's
equipment. Maybe my understanding of how the book arrives is flawed, but that's
a close as I can figure. Here are the details:
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ADDICTED TO HEROINES BLOG TOUR.
Date: February 01, 2013 06:00AM
Venue: Dark alleys where monsters lurk, in the halls of kings, and in enchanted
forests
Location: The United States
Description: Celebrate with us the heroines of fantasy and urban fantasy!
BOOK GIVEAWAY!
(chance to win the following ebooks)
-The Tower's Alchemist
-Heart Song
-Reaper's Novice
-Still Rock Water (that's my book)
-The Lost King
CONTESTS WITH COOL PRIZES!
-iTunes gift cards
- Real snail-mail postcards with proper stamps (from me)
-Amazon gift cards
-Hand-crafted artisan bookmarks by author Samantha LaFantasie (Heart Song)
MEET OUR AUTHORS, READ INTERVIEWS AND GUEST POSTS, AND FIND A NEW FAVORITE
FANTASY BOOK.
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I wonder if many of us really
consider what our technology does for us or how much we rely on communicating
in a non-personal way.
A quote from Devine Impact. Click here. to see the whole article.
'True it takes a person to send the email, or send the text message but it
lacks greatly. The missing element is that of human contact; the look in
someone’s eye; the tone of one’s voice; the ability to pick up one another’s
body language. Without these important factors that engage the heart as well as
the mind, establishing the grounds for relationships that can stand the test of
times are nearly impossible to achieve'.
Back in the 1940's when I was a
child, I played in the shed, ran around in the street, or acted heroine roles
in front of my sisters and friends. In the sixties, my children played at the
park or dressed up in our home. The boys made up adventures for their kung-fu
kicking Chinese figures with straw-stuffed limbs. The girls wove their Barbie
dolls in and out of the action. Now days, many children sit in their houses
alone, their only contact with outsiders through the internet.
We've all watched disaster movies.
What would we do without our technology? When communication is lost between the
leaders and the country's forces, people only survive through interpersonal
skills and must rely on their basic ability and nature again. I'm hoping the
authorities have a back-up plan.
I've written a draft of a novel set
fifteen years ahead in time just before the onset of a comet hit. I'd hate to
think it could really happen—or how we would cope.
