Welcome to Episode 53 of “The Word Count” podcast!
With all the celebrity deaths of late–some of which have impacted me in ways I never imagined, I switched up from the normal three-word theme to a simple one:
Celebrity Death, a Fan’s Perspective.
This time around we have three stories for your listening pleasure.
Before we introduce our cadre of writers and their most excellent tales of wonder, a bit about the show:
What is The Word Count Podcast?
It is a free broadcast by writers for writers. Simply put, a theme for each show is announced via this site, Twitter and Facebook and writers are given a week or two to write AND RECORD their stories based on said theme.
Why not, says I. It’s a great way to practice writing and public speaking. It’s another way for writers to get their work “out there.” And I love to meet fellow authors and have a blast putting the show together. It’s just that simple.
Okay. Where can I find it?
You can listen to the latest podcast below, subscribe via iTunes or listen at the show’s site.
iTunes (and remember, iTunes takes their sweet time in posting. If you don’t see it yet, keep trying!): http://itunes.apple.com/podcast/the-word-count/id392550989
Our guests this week:
Cameron D. Garriepy is the author of Damselfly Inn (the first of
the Thornton Vermont Trilogy) and a champion of emerging writers and independent authors everywhere. She is the founder and editor-in-chief of Bannerwing Books, a small
independent press and publishing services company, and was previously a Managing Editor at Write on Edge, where she curated Precipice: The Literary Anthology of Write on Edge as an annual spotlight for short fiction and memoir writers. Cameron also writes for her own eponymous blog, fondly recalls writing
her first romance novel in middle school on an antique typewriter, and shares her life with a patient husband, a goofy second grader, and a poorly behaved pug.
Things and stuff. You know? Like, what? Maybe. Grrraaaaarghhh.
And now for the weather.
Freezing temperatures, frigid eerie conditions and off peak howling gales. But enough about my home life. Perhaps I did over step the mark. Maybe sometimes I go too far, I dangle my good nature over the precipice of good taste and good god but it’s a long way down. So I try to reel myself in, honest I do. But sanity isn’t my forte. Neither is reason for that matter.
Oh, you don’t want to hear what I did. You don’t need to hear my horrific sob story. Why would you want to hear me repeat the damnable thing I said?
Who can it help now? And it was wrong, by gods it was filthy. I’m
shuddering even now. But that might be because I’m sitting outside my front door in a pair of heavily worn socks and Sponge Bob Speedos as ice rains down from Valhalla. And the language. Wow, that’s all I’ll say. How does one even fit ‘crevice’ and ‘turgid proboscis’ into a sentence of only six words without expecting repercussions? It’s madness. And that was but the start. A simple heart-warming joke about—never mind. I shall say no more and bother you no further. Adieu dear reader, adieu. And should you find
these words, digitised in some form and locked within the alien mind of this far fangled electronic lap suitable finger tap operated device. And said device is protruding from my anus. Know this. For what I said god’s love and hold me- I deserve better. Because I am better than you people.
Most of you people, like 90% at least. Unless Neil deGrasse Tyson pops his clogs before I do. Then it’s more like 98% better. Build a statue to my name. Carve my face into some poor unsuspecting mountain and gaze lovingly on it. For I am your better and you should never be allowed to forget that.
But seriously, the joke was hideous so I probably did deserve it. Wow. I am a bad person. Anyhoo, cheerie pip and all that.
(HOST’S NOTE: I have requested that an ankle monitor–two, in fact, for redundancy– be surgically attached to CTS so that we may know where he is at all times)
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Eden Baylee left a twenty-year banking career to become a full-time writer. She incorporates many of her favorite things into her writing such as: travel; humor; music; poetry; art; and much more.
Stranger at Sunset is her first mystery novel, on the heels of several books of erotic anthologies and short stories. She writes in multiple genres.
An introvert by nature and an extrovert by design, Eden is most comfortable at home with her laptop surrounded by books. She is an online Scrabble junkie and a social media enthusiast, but she really needs to get out more often!
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