Today’s Author Event

A Successful Day Shared

Today’s JUZDIZRTS Author Event went forward with only one hiccup – the lovely poet Joanna Gale was unable to attend at the last minute due to a terrible migraine – we wish her the best and hope she is feeling better now.

With 8 remaining authors we had a full house to read to!  Not including the star line-up we had 30 guests filling the seats at On The Bean coffee shop.

The readings were well paced and could be heard by all as our sound system worked without any glitches this year 😉

The local newspaper Snapped Aurora stopped by during our event to take some photos and talk to the authors.

I would like to thank everyone for their fantastic support and the beautiful gift presented to me, from my wonderful authors, toward the end of our readings.

Thank you all,


Excerpt from Children’s Writer Sherry Loeffler’s book The Cruise Ship Thief

A Blunder of Bemusement to Behold

An Excerpt from Mystery Children’s book writer Sherry Loeffler:

The Cruise Ship Thief

    The Cruise Ship ThiefIt was early and the umbrellas hadn’t been put on the tables, but were stacked against the wall in mid deck. When Mr. Tremble got up I slid under the leaning umbrellas to observe him without anyone seeing me.
   He snatched something, putting it in a large pocket on his baggy pants. I had him this time. I was so excited I started to stand up, bumping my head on an umbrella, then tripping over an umbrella on the floor, and sliding in a puddle of water.  My legs wouldn’t do what I wanted. I just slid on the floor with umbrellas tumbling down around me. I tried to get out, but my feet couldn’t move over the umbrellas. I lost my balance.
    Above me was a storage cage, so I reached up to grab the door, which hadn’t been closed properly, and out came the balls, flutter boards and play stuff – all on top of me. I slid over a bit, landing at someone’s feet. When I looked up, it was Mr. Tremble. He looked mad. He shook his head at me, mumbled something, and walked away, but I noticed two bulges in the pockets on his pant legs.
    All I could do was sulk away. My suspect was gone and I had no proof of what he’d done.  The galley staff laughed at my antics. My face was burning and I was so embarrassed.
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Be sure to join Sherry at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event were she will read from her novel at On The Bean coffee shop in Aurora this Saturday April 26th, starting at 3pm.

Excerpt from Young Adult Author Mark Koning’s Novel Chronicles of a Girl

Take a Gander at Girls, Gossip & the Daily Grind Gone Astray

An Excerpt from young adult author Mark Koning’s novel:

Chronicles of a Girl

Chronicles of a GirlSundays were laundry day and both Chloe and Sally would spend most of the day in the small laundry room that was beside the small kitchen. It was quiet and the two girls could go over the week’s events in peace. So she and Sally stuck to the laundry room to sort and talk, fold and talk, and in between loads they would sit around and talk. They would gossip about the latest Sally overheard from work or daydream with smiles on their faces. They would go over lessons that Sally was teaching the girl or Chloe would demonstrate and practice some of her latest techniques in the art of combat. She moved and contorted her body with such stealth and grace and power that Sally came to believe the young, beautiful lady that stood before her had become a very secret and lethal weapon.
“Guess what Sally?” The girl stopped what she was doing and got a look on her face as if she had the biggest surprise that she had almost forgotten to share.
“I give up.”
“You haven’t even tried.”
“I know, but I give up anyway. Something tells me I’ll never guess.”
“You are probably right. I met a cute boy that I like.”
“Really?” She was happy for her but also wanted to tease her about it a little. “Sixteen years old and I don’t think I have ever heard you talk about liking a boy. The only person that you have ever mentioned outside of this family is Braddick. It’s not him, is it?”
“No it’s not; and by the way, yuck!”
“That’s not nice, Chloe. He is kind of cute.”
“For a gray haired old man I guess.”
“He can’t be that old. I mean he is in good shape. He’s probably in his mid thirties.”
“Yeah, well, he’s married.”
“I know that, he told me once.”
The girl looked at her strangely.
“We have talked you know? He’s a nice guy to do for you what he does.”
She nodded to agree. “Well, it’s not him.”
“Glad to hear it, and it is about time.” She ended with a smile.
“I know.” The girl bowed her head in embarrassment and showed a shy grin.
“Well, what is his name? Where did you meet him?”
Normally Chloe would have kept this to herself, except she looked forward to sharing things with Sally and seeing her reaction and getting her advice. It was similar to when she first wanted to learn karate. She knew that she should keep the thought to herself but she wanted, and in some ways needed, to share with the older girl. The two had many secrets and each one felt comfortable talking to the other. In fact, Chloe almost felt as if she were obligated to tell Sally.
“His name is Derek. He works at the clinic with my dad. I see him there sometimes.”
“Wow, that’s great! Have you talked to him?”
“Dad introduced us, but other than that we haven’t talked much.”
“Dad is always around.”
“And?” Sally knew the girl too well.
“Well, He’s kind of a little too old, I think.”
Sally showed a look of concern, now being an overly protective aunt instead of the usually friendly sister.
The girl hesitated. “He is twenty-four.”
Sally sat back against the wall of the washing machine and folded her arms.
“I know, but he is so nice and so cute. And he is a doctor, like Peter.”
Sally couldn’t help but smile, which excited Chloe even more than she already was.
“Sometimes I dream about kissing him.”
“Really?” She raised a curious eyebrow and laughed.
“He’s not Braddick old, but do you think it’s still too much?”
“Maybe; a little. But nice guys are hard to find around here.”
“Then you think it is okay?’
“Well, you’re not dating him, and I can’t really prevent you from liking someone and thinking they are cute.”
“So is it okay to think about kissing him?”
“Thinking for now is fine. I’d hold off on anything else though.”
The girl looked a little deflated. “Is it okay to at least talk to him?
“Are you planning on talking to him? And I don’t mean just being introduced or something.”
“Look Chloe, I’m not going to dictate to you what boy you can like. Just remember that you are still only sixteen, although you may act older sometimes; okay?”
“Okay.” The girl’s smile came back. “I have never kissed a boy before.”
Sally smiled and closed her eyes as she sat back. “It can be nice. And usually, the boy does most of the work.”
Sally knew it would be a hard sell to a girl who wanted to do it all on her own. “I don’t know really, they just do. The man that I’m seeing did.”
Chloe frowned and scrunched her nose. “I love you Sally and I’m happy for you, but I’m not going to let some boy or man do all the work. I am going to do what I want to do!”
Sally laughed. “I expect nothing less.”
Both of them smiled at one another and Sally jumped to the ground from her seated position. The washer had buzzed and a new load was ready to go in. Sally emptied the towels into the neighbouring dryer, and as the washing machine became free, Chloe threw the clothes that belonged to Randy inside. She picked out a pair of pants that seemed heavy, reached in the pocket and pulled out a gun.


Be sure to join Mark at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event this afternoon to hear him read from the first book in his trilogy at On The Bean coffee shop in Aurora, starting at 3pm.

Excerpt from Poet Kamal Parmar’s book In the Rising Mist

A Ponderance of Past and Present

An excerpt from Poet Kamal Parmar’s book In the Rising Mist:

Time, can you ever return?

In the Rising MistsMemory, like a full blown flower
sheds its petals along the road of life.
I trudge along past milestones, loops and turns.
At times, whizzing past,
other times, I drag my feet, heavy like lead,
through a pathway overgrown with nettles and wild bush,
Pause and pick up a petal,
freshly curled with dew.

I become a pig-tailed girl
in a red skirt with plaids,
star studded eyes smile at the world.
Tiny hands clutch a Barbie doll,
close to my body and then I run…
run like the wind,
dodging fuchsias and geranium bushes,
in hot chase of a butterfly.

Now the butterflies are gone.
I walk alone past more mile-stones
encrypted in Time.
How many more do I cross?


Kamal Parmar

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Join the JUZDIZRTS Author Event and hear Kamal read at On The Bean coffee shop in Aurora this Saturday, April 26th starting at 3pm.

Excerpt from Poet Joanna Gale’s book Grains of the Olivewood

Ebb and Flow with Fever and Fervor

An excerpt from poet Joanna Gale’s book Grains of the Olivewood:

Grains of the OlivewoodDETOUR

This is a detour I must take,

a crossing forced upon me.

Random thoughts bob like boats

in a carnival game popped off by

the next sharp shooter.

A cup of tea tastes like another

reminder of my father — something

good always tasted like another.

Food stuffs me.  My eyes are heavy.

I ache to write the designs I lean into

like well-crafted books.  Instead

I stumble slipshod around words

in short-cut sentences sagging

like steps on a rung-ladder bridge

about to fall into the reality

i’s dot and t’s cross

closer than I want.

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Be sure to stop by On the Bean in Aurora to hear Joanna read at the JUZDIZRTS Author Event this Saturday April 26th, starting at 3pm.

Excerpts from Young Adult Author Douglas Owen

Sink Your Senses into these Scintillating Scenes

Three excerpts from young adult Author Douglas Owen’s 1st book in the Spear Series, A Spear in Flight:

D Owen A Spear in Flight Cover Image

A Spear in Flight

Excerpt 1:

The room lit up from the flash of a massive bolt of lightning. The illumination showed Christine the face of the Wooder, and she calmed. He was a handsome man, with a kind face. His eyes told her he was sincere with his claim. They also showed great sorrow, knowing she would not be long in this world.

Excerpt 2:

“Break ranks!” he commanded, letting the children relax. Most sat down straight away, resting their bodies on the ground. Three turned to each other and stretched, making sure their muscles did not tighten up from the long run. The same three, those who always surpass the others. Jon, Thomasyn and Bethany, they are the ones to watch, they will be leaders among Spears one day.

Excerpt 3:

Thomasyn reached out and took Sandra’s hand, a move which surprised her. He heard Bethany give a loud growl of frustration from the other side of the barracks as she hit Jon, the only target close to her.

“What did I do?” Jon asked, wincing from the strike.

“Boys!” she cried, and walked out the barracks door to the practice yard.

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Be sure to stop by the JUZDIZRTS Author Event to listen to Doug read this Saturday April 26th, at On The Bean in Aurora starting at 3pm.