I just happened to stumble upon this today–Amazon is offering $250,000 in college scholarships and book money to eligible current college students and high school seniors. All you have to do is join Amazon Student, which is free, and fill out the scholarship application. It’s a merit-based scholarship, so if you’re a hard worker, take a shot! The deadline for the application is November 20th.
So I’m working on my next book. It’s the second in The Gifted Ones series, and deals with a mystery from the American pre-Colonial era and has a couple major characters who are Native American Indians. As a result, I’ve been brushing up on the history of that period and Indian cultures of North Carolina. In the process, I came across this meme. Had to share.
I saw this on Pinterest today and just had to share. It’s so-o-o me! I live in my head. People often remark that my husband and I seem to have the reverse relationship of most couples—when we’re in public, he is the social one, chattering away with everyone he meets, while I am hiding out, talking to one or two people that I already know well. And I’m fine with that. I think it also describes a lot of writers. Many, if not most, of us are classic introverts. We’re not weird or shy or socially maladjusted; we just prefer to think more than we speak, and particularly before we speak. Some of you extroverted types might want to try that sometime 😉 .
The Disgraceful Entrapment of Jesse Snodgrass: Keep the Narcs Out of Our Schools Just read this piece by Darcia Helle. It’s amazing, and it’s just what she says: disgraceful. This is an example of law enforcement at its absolute worst—using our children to further their own agendas and budgets, and having nothing whatsoever to do with keeping people safe from serious threats. This school district and police department should be embarrassed and ashamed of themselves. Is this what they call service? Is this what we taxpayers are getting in return for our money? They should be the ones serving time.
But the difference between Shakespeare and the rest of us is that his made-up words got added to the dictionary, and then we had to learn them! His additions to our vocabulary include zany, generous, frugal, courtship, undress, and one of my personal favorites, rant. Read more about it here: 13 Words You Probably Didn’t Know Were Invented By Shakespeare.
Bishops, Cardinals, and other leaders of Catholic organizations are filing suit against the Obama administration, charging that the President’s health care plan infringes on religious freedom. The plan mandates that all employers cover contraceptive services, such as exams, counseling, and prescriptions for contraceptive products. Roman Catholics oppose the use of non-natural methods of contraception (which they consider tantamount to abortion), so the mandate pits the Church squarely against its own stated principles. The administration has suggested that it will make exceptions for religious organizations, but its definition of such leaves out Catholic schools and universities and Catholic publications. Religious leaders have previously tried to come to an agreement with the White House on this issue, but so far have been unsuccessful in finding a compromise.
Read more on this issue at Deseret News, The NY Times, or Reuters News Service. You might also want to visit this website, dedicated to the cause.
Charlie cocked a brow at the man seated at the end of the bar. “Don’t you need a little break, Spidey? That’s three in an hour, fella. Give ’em time to digest, for God’s sake.”
“Do I tell you how to pour, Charlie?” But the stocky man knew when he’d been cut off. He huddled over his empty glass, then glanced surreptitiously around him at the almost empty room. Little early yet for the regular Thursday night crowd, but vigilance had become a habit with him. He had seen that Doc guy—the PsyOps dude—a couple times, and he was making sure to keep out of his way. Wasn’t sure if the guy knew he was involved in the whole mess, but he didn’t want to find out the hard way. The guy had made him nervous enough when he’d thought it was all just a little drunken machismo, but once he’d figured out the truth about Doc’s gal…sh*t, he knew he was lucky to be alive, and he wanted to stay that way. And he had never forgotten that he had her to thank for that. Maybe someday he’d thank her for the ten grand he now had hidden in his grandmother’s basement. Not that he hadn’t earned it. Fair and square. He was an honorable fellow.
So why did he still feel so lousy about the whole thing? He’d done the best he could, hadn’t he? Under the circumstances. If he hadn’t done what he did, surely it would have been worse for her, right? ’Course, what could be worse than having your gray matter grilled? Looked like the lady still didn’t know her own name. Third Street. Jesus. Not like she didn’t know how to take care of herself, but…three against one? Nobody likes those odds. Then again, maybe she didn’t know how to take care of herself. Not anymore. Not with a hard-boiled head. A toasted tomato. The stocky man grimaced.
Such a nice lady, too. Maybe he should’ve done more to help her. Or maybe he should’ve moved to another town. Still could. He was bound to run into one of those PsyOps people sooner or later, just like he did today. And the next one would probably kill him.