The eighth letter of the alphabet, and therefore the 8th posting day for the A to Z Challenge. Here we go with the letter H.
Featured Author: Victoria Hanley
Victoria is one of our favorite writers from northern Colorado. She writes beautifully (fantasy for kids and young adults), and she shares her expertise in nonfiction books for writers and as a writing instructor. Here’s the bio from her website:
“I spent years preparing for a writing career by holding as many contrasting jobs as possible, from baking bread to teaching anatomy and hosting radio shows. I’ve lived in California, Massachusetts, Wisconsin, New Mexico, Oregon, and Colorado, and traveled throughout North America via plane, train, bus, car, and bicycle. Who knew I’d be the author of 7 books published in 12 languages!
My novels have won many honors and awards at home and abroad, and inspired two nonfiction writing books: Seize the Story: A Handbook for Teens Who Like to Write, and Wild Ink: Success Secrets to Writing and Publishing in the Young Adult Market. I teach writing at Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver and at Northern Colorado Writers in Fort Collins.”
Featured Book: (The) Heart of Darkness Club by Gary Reilly
I had to get one of Gary Reilly’s Asphalt Warrior books into this A to Z series as early as possible because it has just been announced that one of the November releases (Doctor Lovebeads) is a finalist in the Colorado Book Awards competition.
Gary’s novels are being released posthumously by his good friend (an author I mention here frequently) Mark Stevens. I’m a big fan of this series featuring a Denver taxi driver who strives to make only enough money to get by and never to meddle in his passengers’ lives. The stories and the humor are so good. I wish I could have known Gary Reilly.
Word of the Day: Hayride
When I was a kid I lived on a farm in east central Illinois. Going out to a dance meant square dancing at the American Legion Hall. And hayrides were great fun for kids of all ages. I liked them best in the fall when the air smelled like burning leaves (back when leaf burning was allowed) and apple cider, and we sat among bales of straw (which were a little softer than fresh mown hay bales) on the flat bed of a trailer pulled by a John Deere tractor.
Who besides me has gone on a hayride?