Two genres come to mind. Adventure and mystery. But you know what? The genre doesn't matter, the story must grab me by the throat and make me breathe and swallow its perfume garbage.
This is the link to my adventure and mystery stories: http://www.lulu.com/bencampbell
This is the link to my Red Room site: http://www.redroom.com/member/roguenovelist
Humor. Here's my long-time humor site: www.thegeezerbrigade.com/ I've infused my work with offbeat humor whether writing a newspaper column, a speech, a magazine story, a "how to" book or a daily humor E-mail for my contemporaries.
My favorite genre in which to write is nonfiction, particularly book reviews. I am currently the Feature Writer for the Teen Fiction department of Suite101, which you can see here at http://teenfiction.suite101.com
My favoriite genre is paranormal romance. Which dosn't mean I always stick to it. I've sold books in all genres except men's action and erotica. My website is www.JaneToombs.com and excerpts of my work are also found at www.JewelsoftheQuill.com The Jewels (I'm Dame Turquoise) are a group of 12 authors who've banded together to help promote each other. We've done five award-winning JOTQ Anthologies, plus seasonal ones like Valnetine's Day and Christmas. We also help each other with our writing.
My favorite to read is Mystery/Suspense. However, my current trilogy is Inspirational Fiction. I plan on switching genres once the last in that series is out. It will be published sometime in late May or June 2009.
You can learn more about my books at www.cindybauerbooks.com.
Without a doubt, my favorite genre is fantasy or science fiction fantasy. I find the freedom to go where you want without inhibitions such as reality make for a much more entertaining time. I can envision well written fantasy quite vividly in my mind and I always find that to be preferable. I don't publish or display any of my work online, mostly because it's unfinished, and because I would prefer to keep such things that a lot of time and energy has gone into under wraps until they can be formally published and copyrighted. I would love to read and respond to emails, so if anyone has anything they'd like to ask me directly, feel free.
Wow! I don't think I have a favorite.
I wrote the Dissociative Identity Disorder Sourcebook, which can be found in bookstores and online. Here's the Amazon.com link:
http://www.amazon.com/Dissociative-Identity-Disorder-Sourcebook-Sourcebooks/dp/0737303948/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1230094665&sr=1-1
I'm a comedy writer who dabbles in Romance novels and love letters to the Jonas Brothers.
You can check out some of my stuff at:
www.OfficerAwesome.com.
www.myspace.com/MantasticFilms
WARNING-These sites are crazy awesome. They may cause you to climax in your pants.
I like most all genres of writing now. I write short stories of my life growing up as a child through to my teenage years and even my adult life. I write short stories, patriot poetry and even song lyrics. I also write as a columnist for a couple of local newspapers in the area. I do not yet have a website where I post alot of my writing online. However, I do have an online journal that I have recently created, where I post some of my opinion columns, I intend to expand it soon to include some of my literary work as well. The name of the journal is: Polished Words From An Unpolished Man. Here's the link to it.
http://polishedwordsfromanunpolishedman.blogspot.com/
I love almost every genre. I have a tendency to chew on sci-fi for a while then float back to historical novels. I am working on the sequels to The Coming of the Magi. I've completed a third Short for Amazon and it's juvenile fiction.
The only thing I do not like is very bloody murder mysteries. That's where everyone I know is 50 years ahead of me!
This is one of my sites. www.lauriefoston.com. Another one is www.leonthechameleon.com,www.thecomingofthemagi.com and you can see an excerpt at http://www.lauriefoston.com/page05.html
I also have a blogger account on Google. I have 39 blogspots on Google. I whittled it down; there were about 50 plus on there. If you search Google for writersallages or Laurie Foston you'll run across some blogs. If you come back to my profile later, I will have the URL for you then. Some are political. I got into giving movie reviews, book reviews and other venues of literature that I became distracted from finishing up a couple of projects.
Also, I was active in the election campaign (please do not solicit my vote. I am a swing voter)and this caused me to center my work on the country. I'm sure some of you can identify with that.
Incidentally, the thread from Amazon on the search engines that says I am giving away books is over a year old.   | | |
I can't say I have a favorite genre. I like historical fiction, romance, mysteries with good endings. I currently do not have a web site. I have written a short historical fiction, romance novel. I will copy and paste the first chapter.
When the Wind Blows: Blow Too
When I was young, I was a mother, but before I was a mother, the nun called me a whore. Those secret desires the nun warned me against still linger deep within…
At eight years old, I stood at the edge of Sunnylane farm, arms stretched, side to side further then they could reach. I knew, at eight that the world was waiting for me. I lifted my head toward the sun, closed my eyes and felt the warm breeze dance through my hair. I inhaled deeply in hope I could savior the summer days forever... One hundred and eighteen acres of corn swayed before me in the breeze against the clear blue sky. At eight, I had no idea that my innocence would be stripped, like the long summer days, in a day, a night... a moment. At eight my only passion was to skip through the flowers, corn, grass and trees and allow my swinging arms, skipping legs and the eastern sun to wake my blood, bones, skin and mind.
Mom’s diary, I read 36 years ago, a mere 10-year-old child. I remember her words as the familiar houses pass by in my rear view mirror and 46 turns to 36, 36 turns into 26, 26 turns to 16 and 16 rolls back to10. All of a sudden, I am 10-years old again, not a care in the world, sitting on top of mom’s bed, reading her journal sunbeams resting upon me. At 10, Mom’s words were foreign to me. It is funny because as the years flow, Mom’s words creep into my bones and today it is as if her words could also be my own.
As I drive I wonder how Mom keeps her positive outlook towards life after all of the sadness she has endured. Oh how I long to embrace her, laugh with her and have her natural comfort wrapped around me.
After driving eighteen hours, I know I am finally approaching when I look out the car window and drive by the Korl Illinois sign, population 400. Shortly after the sign passes, the last lonely house at the edge of town fades nostalgically from my review window. I diligently drive for one more mile. The tires of my recently purchased Mercedes stir halos of dirt and my habitually spotless car is quickly hidden with dust clouds as it cruises down the road I skipped along as a child. I park the car in the driveway, step out, stroll to the porch and let childhood memories seep into my soul with the warm summer breeze and morning sun.
The morning sun spreads its light over the bright freshly painted white porch with the swing for two swaying back in forth in the breeze with pots of lilies, daisies, hibiscus, petunias, tropical flowers, spring flowers, herbs too many plants and flowers to mention them all, flowing around the wide porch surrounding the house. The fresh air, porch swing and flowers are saying to me to come, sit and have some iced mint tea that Mom is so famous for.
Memories of waking with the moon and stars shining brightly in the sky, slowly fading, giving up their spot for the rising sun ball seem like only yesterday. The roosters cock- a-doodle dooing, the sheep’s bahhing and the singing birds making love to one another in the gentle crisp breeze were my spring and summer alarm clock. I stretched and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with the rest of Korl Illinois, slowly waking with dawn’s first light. Those pre -dawn early summer mornings were always the perfect time of year, but oh how those summer eastern skies turned into brutal southern heat too quickly. Princess, our cat, never seemed to mind the sun, no matter how much heat it radiated. She roamed around the house following the lazy afternoon beams until the sun hid its beams behind the Earth.
As my childhood penetrates through my skin while, standing on the porch, I look around and watch the cardinals, blue jays and doves play amongst the giant bright yellow dandelions that sway with the lush green long Indian grass against the royal blue sky. I feel like time has passed over Korl Illinois.
Robert, my brother, a serious thin man gazes out the dining room window onto the endless field and he sees me approaching.
“Mother,” I hear him say, “Hadassah is here.”
We are all well aware that I have not been back to Sunny Lane farm for years and not without good reason, although, my mother thinks otherwise.
“Hadassah,” my mother, Chaiah yells as she skips to the front porch, her apron swinging side to side. Mom is sixty-six years old, yet still full of childhood energy.
I embrace mom. “It is so good to see you. I’ve missed your wonderful hugs. On stormy winter days, I find myself craving your hugs while gazing from our living room window down to the seashore paralyzed by the waves breaking against the boulders sending mists of salt water into the air. I find myself yearning to have a cup of tea or good coffee and sharing a conversation with light music in the background. I change my tone, “Mom, I moved eight years ago and you still haven’t come for a visit.”
It has only been eight years, but it seems like another lifetime ago.
Mom wraps her arms around me and her warm soft body presses against mine and I realize how much I have missed her, my home, my childhood. My chin rests on her shoulder as I watch Robert dust the dining room table.
“I’m so glad you decided to visit me for the summer instead of staying in your wonderful home that you continuously brag about,” Mom, says lovingly in my ear as she pulls me closer into her warm and welcoming embrace.
“How are things out east and when are you going to have your long awaited for wedding reception party you were supposed to have, what, six years ago?”
I slowly stepped back from mother's gentle touch and reply, “I love the East Coast and guess what? I have a month vacation this summer so we plan to have our wedding reception party the last week of July. We have been married eight years and this is the first year we have a month vacation together, so plan on packing your bags and staying with us for part of the summer. However, Mom, hate to inform you that I have to shorten my stay here because of our busy summer schedule.”
“I can’t wait to come to your place and celebrate the long awaited celebration, but why do you have to shorten your visit here the party isn’t until the end of the summer, can you stay at least two weeks? And is the only reason you are shortening your stay is because of heavy planning?”
“Mom, you always think I have another reason.”
“Well do you? Come on this is your first visit back since…”
Before mom can finish, I interrupt so she doesn’t have to continue her train of thought, “Actually, mom, I haven’t been here for a while the memories… it may just be too hard, so I thought that a week would be enough time for the first visit back.”
“I understand, but you have moved on so why let the memories prevent you from staying longer?”
“I know mom, it isn’t just the memories, I have moved on and I have to get back to my new life. Eli and I have been talking about our reception for years, but we also want to enjoy a long over due vacation and since he has a month off he wants to use a week or two for intimacy and relaxation in, maybe Greece, Hawaii, or, perhaps just in our luxurious bedroom with our balcony overlooking the seashore. Our house, this time of year, who needs to spend money on a vacation? And After our secluded week together, we will be rested enough to prepare for our overdue reception. So, instead of me staying here an extra week, the better plan would be, you come and spend a couple weeks with us.”
“Honey, I am delighted you are here now and if you have that reception, you bet I will come. Look at how beautiful you are and you have finally stepped out from darker years in your life. Yes, sometimes time is a gift and people are able to transform hurtful memories into inner strength and sometimes time is a curse and the bitterness intensifies. I am glad, that in your case, time is kind and softly, healing your wounds and giving you inner strength. Let’s go and rejuvenate your bedroom, shall we?”
Chaiah took her daughter’s hand and they walked upstairs into Hadassah's bedroom. Hadassah opened all of the blinds and light poured into her childhood room. Chaiah’s heart felt almost whole again with her daughter and son home. If only her husband could be here as well she thought to herself, then I truly would be complete.
“Mom, do you mind if I go into your bed and lie down, read and rest for a while, I have been driving a long time and all of a sudden tiredness has hit me like a brick.”
“Of course not sweetheart, please go ahead.”
I went into mom’s room. Her room was always so warm. I went to her bookcase to choose a book and noticed that her journal was lying beside her bed on her night stand, I closed the door, picked up her journal, a habit I’ve developed since childhood. It seems that whenever I see mom’s journal, since I was ten, I automatically pick it up and read a few entries, like it is a good story. I lie down underneath the cool sheet and light blanket and begin to read, beginning with last night’s entry. | | |
My favorite genres are mysteries and poetry. The Web site for my new book (a trilogy of my life) is: http://www.sinagain.com. I also have a blog at: http://www.geetom48.wordpress.com.
My favorite genre is religious poetry, but I also like humorous, and satire. I have some poetry on My Space.com/leehedstrom.
Well, as a poet, I am interested in almost anything. I do have a website, but it is down for now (poor poet) www.ericdavidlough.com you can also check me out on myspace www.myspace.com/edlow
My favorite genre is biography, although I have done some nonfiction children's writing. My book, Two Princesses is on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. You can get a copy from used selections for my name, Frugal to Buy. There you can purchase a new signed copy. |
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