JUZDIZRTS @ Covernotes Richmond Hill

Here’s a sneak peak at today’s author readings!

For anyone who joined us at the Author Event today I humbly request a sharing of pictures!  Unfortunately, I only own a simple point and shoot camera so many of my images are slightly out of focus – Smile, laugh, cry … relive the moment 🙂



JUZDIZRTS 2013Come one come all to the JUZDIZRTS Author Event in Richmond Hill @ Covernotes!

1pm – 3pm 10268 Yonge Street

JUZDIZRTS has 7 fantastic authors tingling with anticipation ready to share excerpts from their latest books.  Be sure to stay after the showcase to meet each one in person and learn more about their writings and experiences as we draw for free prizes, drink coffee, and enjoy each others company.

The Richmond Hill Line Up – July 27th

Thriller Author V. M. GopaulTainted Justice

Travel Author Jim ScottOn Five Continents and Three Oceans

Thriller Author Lawrence SegelSquaring the Circle

Eclectic Author Sherry LoefflerThat Dreaded ‘C’ Word

Contemporary Fiction Author Ruth E. WalkerLiving Underground

Short Fiction Anthology Authors Julie Achtermeier & Blair ThackwayWORDPLAY 2013

Don’t miss this fantastic opportunity! 

Excerpt From V. M. Gopaul’s Novel Tainted Justice

Here is another appetizing apéritif before the main course.TaintedJustice_Frontcover

An excerpt from V. M. Gopaul’s Thriller Novel Tainted Justice:

Brian Baldwin entered the main office of Softek where he had worked for the last three years. He marched past two security guards who were always talking to each other, but their hawkish eyes constantly scanned people going to and from the office. Brian pressed the security pass at the scanner. The light on it changed from red to green.

It still works.

In a half circular motion he passed through the metal turnstile. Palms sweating, he took the elevator to the twelfth floor where the office of Clint Whitney, the chief information officer, was located. After finding the office empty, he asked Gail Crawford, the executive assistant, “Where’s Clint?”

“Do you have an appointment with Mr. Whitney?” Gail calmly inquired.

“No. I want to talk to him. Right away.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No. Where is he? I want to see him now!”

Gail clicked the mouse a couple of times, peeked at the computer screen and said, “He’s not in the office. It’s his lunch hour. Nothing is booked.”

“Where is he?” Brian asked with deadly composure. “Call him.”

Gail first scanned Brian’s face, then the light jacket he was wearing. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Brian Baldwin.”

She used her best secretary’s voice. “Brian, it looks like you’re angry about something. Can we talk in the room over there?”

“Damn right I’m angry,” he said, fighting back the logjam of emotion in his throat. “I’m losing everything, including my job.”

“You’ll find a new job. Hopefully, soon.”

“No, I’ll find him.” Brian walked away.

Behind him, Brian could hear Gail call Clint’s cell phone and leave a message. Then she called security.

Worried now, Brian rushed to the elevator, pressed the button and waited, tapping the travertine with his toe. When the doors opened, much to Brian’s surprise, Clint Whitney appeared.

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V. M. Gopaul will be reading at the JUzDIzRTS Author Event this Saturday July 27th.  The event begins at 1pm with 7 short readings after which an author meet & greet will take place in the following hour. 

Hope to see you there!

Excerpt From Jim Scott’s Writings

jim-scott-bookSlake your thirst on this satisfying sample…

An Excerpt of Jim Scott’s poetry typical of his style that incorporates the essence of the Wanderings and Sojourns series.

Tomorrow’s Past Life



There was once a time when my life was filled with living;

Adventure and excitement scattered all across this earth.

I was in my prime, with so much just ripe for giving.

To wander seemed the reason for my birth.

But now my life has changed, I seldom travel fifty mile.

Adventure’s turned to mortgage. Mine’s a sedentary style.

My freedom’s now an office, distant romance an ex-wife.

I have to find the path that leads me on to my old life


So that just once more I can sail the endless ocean,

Or track the old bull wildebeest, and dive amongst the whales.

Watch the condors soar. Change my plans on any notion

To seek of lands heard in a stranger’s tales.

Is that so very much to ask? I’ve known it so before.

The hunger and the plenty, forest snow and desert shore.

The laughter and the loneliness, the passions and the pain.

But still there’s lands I didn’t see, and those I’d see again


If I found a way to undo these chains that bind me,

Not harming those I love nor running from the debts I owe.

I should leave today! Going where no one could find me,

Not caring what I’d seek or where I’d go.

But that’s now how my dreams are made; awake I see the truth:

The bank, the schools the eight to five, so absent from my youth,

Now plot against my wanderlust, my yearning for the road

To hide the path I’m seeking that I once so freely strode.


But there’ll come a time when the house is bought and paid for,

The kid’s are all through college and the pension’s guaranteed.

Then I’ll start to climb back toward the life I’m made for;

My chains released, my spirit once more freed.

Though twenty years may lie between this moment and that day,

It waits on the horizon as a cairn which points the way.

A monument to travellers; emancipation’s prize!

A mark to set my compass bearing steady in my eyes

So that I can see that my life is far from finished.

And some day I will live again adventures yet untold.

Where the wind and me, with a passion undiminished,

Will find that younger life I knew of old.



Copyright © Jim Scott 2008

Don’t miss hearing Jim read at the JUzDIzRTS Author Event this Saturday July 27th starting at 1pm!

Eclectic Novelist Sherry Loeffler

Eclectic novelist Sherry Loeffler has joined the JUzDIzRTS Author Event!

Sherry Loeffler is a widow living in Stouffville, ON, Canada. She has two children from her first marriage – Tim (wife Diana) and Hollie. She has five grandchildren – Kristi, Kyle, Jean-Marc, Victoria and Noah as well as one great-granddaugher, Chloe. She loves to read and write mysteries, having begun both as a teenager. She decided to put Frank’s (her husband) story in writing to inspire people and give them hope. This is her first non-fiction book. Although her forte is fiction, both adult and children, she is planning on writing another book on the effects and aftermath of living with cancer for 5 1/2 years.

List of Works:

THAT DREADED ‘C’ WORD – A non-fiction book about our journey with Cancer.

HOW NOT TO LOSE A LIBRARIAN – An adult mystery, the second in the HOW NOT TO series.

THE CRUISE SHIP THIEF – A Jeremy Rose adventure – a children’s adventure story.

THE GUARDIAN ANGEL – The life of Jesus as seen through the eyes of His Guardian Angel.

GOD LOVES THE CLOWN IN ME – The story of my ministry in clowning and magic to teach children.

That Dreaded C WordFrom Chapter One – THAT DREADED ‘c’ WORD:

August 2005
    My dear husband,
    One horrible Wednesday morning I picked up to phone to hear a doctor tell me, “Your husband is seriously ill.I have to operate, but I don’t expect him to come off the table alive.If you want to see him you have to be here within 1/2 hour.”
     I cried. We had plans. We wanted to travel. We wanted to grow old together. I didn’t know what to do.
     I was upset and mad at the doctor for being so uncaring. My anger grew when I found out he had told you that you were not going to live through the surgery.
      How could he be so unfeeling? People told me he wanted to be honest; he wanted to let me know how serious the situation was; that he didn’t want to mislead me. It was cruel and, I believe, unnecessary. He could have worded it better; He didn’t have to terrify me.
      Neither of us knew what the future held, but we did know that the doctor was not ultimately in charge, God was.There was a lot of prayer going up for you that day.
“I’m thrilled to be a part of JUzDIzRTS first author event. It’s exciting and I’m pleased to promote my first non-fiction book and spread the story of our experience of faith, hope and love. I’m hoping for a great turnout and to meet lots of new friends.”

Excerpt From Ruth E. Walker’s Novel Living Underground

Living Underground CoverTreat your senses with this savory starter…

      Many nights Sigmund fell asleep to the waxing and waning whirr of his mother’s mechanical sewing needle, and the soft thump, thump, thump of the foot treadle. Sometimes, he would wake to the same sounds in the morning.
      Sigmund scarcely remembered the time far from the cramped flats and the sounds of sewing machines. But he could recall a long-ago Christmas: the scent of pine and the flicker of tiny candles; the delicious odours of citrus, cinnamon and ginger. Even then, his grandfather never looked at him – always, his grandfather turning away, turning away. Strange that he could not remember his mother in that great big house with the dozens and dozens of doors, always closed. But he did remember his grandmother, his busy, flustered grandmother. She wore big wide hats with jewelled hatpins, and fur stoles and collars. He recalled how she fussed with his nurse that he would catch a cold or be overheated. Always calling on the maid to see to this or see to that – schnell!
      When he was barely four it all changed and they moved here. No dozens of doors. No servants. He remembered that his grandmother hated their new way of living, complained constantly about not enough to eat. He had a clear memory of her at the small table in the kitchen, her blue eyes wide and staring at her plate and the single grey potato there. She pushed the plate into the centre of the table and rose, her voice quivering and high-pitched. “I will not eat again unless there is white bread and lean, unspoiled meat. Nothing to pass my lips until then.”
      The influenza epidemic helped keep her oath.
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Be sure to catch Ruth’s reading at the Richmond Hill JUzDIzRTS Author Event at Covernotes on Saturday July 27th!