Turtleduck Press is excited to announce our first ever major sale! Included in the sale are most of our novels and our latest anthology, all just 99 cents for an ebook at Amazon and Smashwords from October 1 to 7.
If you like...
...fantasy stories about women rescuing guys, try our anthology Under Her Protection, featuring short stories by all four Turtleduck Press authors
...YA portal fantasy, try Hidden Worlds by Kit Campbell
Again, the sale runs October 1 to 7. Buy early and often! Tell your friends! Tell the world! And may the odds be ever in your favour.
(Okay, maybe not that last bit. But you never know.)
There's been something missing in my life that I have been in denial about for a very long time. Something so important to my inner artist that I haven't felt whole. I have dreams about it weekly. I sometimes daydream about all the possibilities, everything I could accomplish. And yet, due to circumstances and a whole lot of fear, I've resigned myself to being without it.
What I'm talking about is darkroom photography. I won't go into the whole thing, because it's a long story (you can read about it here) but I'll give you the quick-and-dirty version, emphasis on the dirty. I started studying b&w and darkroom photography after meeting my fiance from college. He was into it and had a home darkroom. From the first moment I spent in his darkroom, I had been in love. It was amazing, and I came to find out later that my grandfather, unbeknownst to me, took pictures and had his own darkroom. That was such an unexpected thing to learn, and fitting. So I took as many photography classes as I could at college along with my Journalism major, thinking it would help my job prospects. And I ended up learning --and loving -- b&w and darkroom photography.
This past weekend was spent at our local Scottish-Irish festival. This is one of--or the--largest festival of this type in the country, and my husband and I went for the whole weekend, because we're fairly active with our respective clans and like to go all out at this sort of thing.
During some downtime on Sunday, I got out my current read--Connie Willis's To Say Nothing of the Dog (time travel, on the humorous side)--and had just settled in when someone wandered by and asked what I was reading.