Shelby Foote RIP 1916-2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
The Reunion, A Civil War Historical Novel by Tim Nichols
Tim Nichols, one of my fellow West Virginia Writers, Inc. members, has an interesting historical novel available. His webpage (www.timothynichols.com) has more information. If this sounds like your cup of tea, please support him by buying his book or forwarding his press release to those who might be interested!
-- Ginger
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
June 21, 2005
Contact: Tim Nichols 304.788.6956, trnichols @ mail.wvu.edu
BURLINGTON, WV (June 21, 2005) Earlier this month, iUniverse announced the publication of The Reunion, a Civil War Historical Novel by Tim Nichols, a Burlington resident. The Reunion portrays the life of Civil War soldiers serving in the 12th West Virginia Infantry. Although this is a work of fiction, the facts regarding the harrowing and sometimes humorous adventures of West Virginia troops serving in the Union army are accurate and engaging. The fictional characters and their struggles with personal, moral, and physical issues help readers to experience the American Civil War as true West Virginians must have endured it.
John McMorrow, a young philosophy professor from Clarksburg, Virginia, abandons his home and position to fight for the Union during the Civil War. He leaves behind a budding love affair with Anna Lee Stone—and a father whose sympathies are firmly entrenched with the Confederacy. He marches off to battle, his moral values tested by fire, while those at home face the monumental struggles of war’s harsh reality.
John’s circle of intimate friends is forever changed by time, difficult choices, enormous struggles, harrowing adventures, and extraordinary experiences. Old relationships are threatened when hostilities cease and men lay down their arms. Union soldiers return to the North as heroes, and former Confederates return to the Southern states, their tattered gray coats earning them the respect of virtually all their neighbors. But in embattled West Virginia, how do former enemies rebuild their shattered bonds? Will John and Anna Lee find the love they shared before the war?
Intertwined with the real history of the 12th West Virginia Infantry, The Reunion captures the emotional struggles of those caught in the War Between the States.
Tim Nichols' interest in the Civil War grew out of his genealogical research. He works at Potomac State College of West Virginia University and lives in Mineral County West Virginia.
Your local bookstore can order The Reunion or you can order it online through Amazon.com, Barnesandnoble.com, or Timothynichols.com.
-- Ginger
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
June 21, 2005
Contact: Tim Nichols 304.788.6956, trnichols @ mail.wvu.edu
BURLINGTON, WV (June 21, 2005) Earlier this month, iUniverse announced the publication of The Reunion, a Civil War Historical Novel by Tim Nichols, a Burlington resident. The Reunion portrays the life of Civil War soldiers serving in the 12th West Virginia Infantry. Although this is a work of fiction, the facts regarding the harrowing and sometimes humorous adventures of West Virginia troops serving in the Union army are accurate and engaging. The fictional characters and their struggles with personal, moral, and physical issues help readers to experience the American Civil War as true West Virginians must have endured it.
John McMorrow, a young philosophy professor from Clarksburg, Virginia, abandons his home and position to fight for the Union during the Civil War. He leaves behind a budding love affair with Anna Lee Stone—and a father whose sympathies are firmly entrenched with the Confederacy. He marches off to battle, his moral values tested by fire, while those at home face the monumental struggles of war’s harsh reality.
John’s circle of intimate friends is forever changed by time, difficult choices, enormous struggles, harrowing adventures, and extraordinary experiences. Old relationships are threatened when hostilities cease and men lay down their arms. Union soldiers return to the North as heroes, and former Confederates return to the Southern states, their tattered gray coats earning them the respect of virtually all their neighbors. But in embattled West Virginia, how do former enemies rebuild their shattered bonds? Will John and Anna Lee find the love they shared before the war?
Intertwined with the real history of the 12th West Virginia Infantry, The Reunion captures the emotional struggles of those caught in the War Between the States.
Tim Nichols' interest in the Civil War grew out of his genealogical research. He works at Potomac State College of West Virginia University and lives in Mineral County West Virginia.
Your local bookstore can order The Reunion or you can order it online through Amazon.com, Barnesandnoble.com, or Timothynichols.com.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Good News
The summer issue of The Mad Hatters' Review came out today and is, as always, a treat for the eye, ear, and soul. My "Peerless Prose" rejection letter won second place in the Worst Rejection Letter Contest. You can read it here.
The Saxophone Man (earlier version of The Saxophone Man's Soul) was a finalist in the 2005 University of Maine's The Binnacle Second Annual Ultra-Short Story International Competition. This story has been accepted for inclusion in a flash fiction anthology compiled by Lindsay Nicols. I'll keep you updated as far as publication date.
The Saxophone Man (earlier version of The Saxophone Man's Soul) was a finalist in the 2005 University of Maine's The Binnacle Second Annual Ultra-Short Story International Competition. This story has been accepted for inclusion in a flash fiction anthology compiled by Lindsay Nicols. I'll keep you updated as far as publication date.
Monday, June 13, 2005
You Deserve A Break Today © 2005 Ginger Hamilton Caudill
Mickey’s car screeched to a stop. A disembodied female voice boomed, “Welcome to McDonald’s. May I have your order?”
“I need a minute.”
“Take your time.”
Mickey checked out the menu. Double cheeseburgers were still on the $1 value menu, but he wasn’t in the mood for a double cheese. A Big Mac sounded good. Mickey loved the creamy Thousand Island dressing, the tang of the cheese and the pickle. He even enjoyed spitting out sesame seeds that got stuck between his teeth long after the sandwich was gone. Yeah, Big Mac sounds right, he thought. Then he saw the Filet O’Fish at the top of the menu. Oh man, a square of crunchy battered fish and a slice of melted golden cheese inside that soft bun sounded good.
The Filet O’Fish whispered, “Eat me, Mickey.” He remembered munching the flaky white fish and imagined the sweet creamy tartar sauce oozing out the sides and now all he wanted was the Filet O’Fish sandwich.
The Big Mac called to him, “Mickey, pick me! McDonald’s built its reputation on me. I’m the signature sandwich!” The photo of the Big Mac on the menu seemed to… wink at Mickey. Mickey blinked.
“You deserve a break today, Mickey,” the Filet O’Fish whispered. Mickey noticed the fish sandwich had a more feminine voice than the Big Mac. “Hamburgers are a dime a dozen. Pick me.” The Filet O’Fish on the menu seemed to open just a smidgeon, revealing a little more… cheese.
Mickey shook his head and rubbed at his eyes. Maybe I’ve been on the road a little too long, he thought.
The Big Mac on the menu entreated him again. “I have an extra bun, Mickey. I’m special. You don’t want that plain fish sandwich. Eat me, Mickey.” The Big Mac’s top bun began spinning. It was hard to tell, but Mickey noticed that the sesame seeds kept changing places.
Mickey jumped as the ethereal voice called out, “Are you ready to order?”
“I’m not sure,” he replied.
“Is there something wrong?”
“I’m not… sure,” he answered. “I must be really tired because it seems like the Big Mac and the Filet O’Fish are… talking to me.”
“Talking to you? The Big Mac and the fish sandwich? What are they saying?”
“They’re…um… trying to get me to choose them over the other one,” Mickey added, embarrassed.
“They are, are they? Well, sir, you can’t just sit out there all night. If you aren’t going to order, you’ll have to pull up.”
The Big Mac twirled its top bun even faster. The Filet O’Fish opened up fully, revealing its tantalizing tartar sauce. It looked like it winked at him too.
“I’m going to Wendy’s,” Mickey said.
As the car drove away, the Filet O’Fish began to weep.
Mickey’s car screeched to a stop. A disembodied female voice boomed, “Welcome to McDonald’s. May I have your order?”
“I need a minute.”
“Take your time.”
Mickey checked out the menu. Double cheeseburgers were still on the $1 value menu, but he wasn’t in the mood for a double cheese. A Big Mac sounded good. Mickey loved the creamy Thousand Island dressing, the tang of the cheese and the pickle. He even enjoyed spitting out sesame seeds that got stuck between his teeth long after the sandwich was gone. Yeah, Big Mac sounds right, he thought. Then he saw the Filet O’Fish at the top of the menu. Oh man, a square of crunchy battered fish and a slice of melted golden cheese inside that soft bun sounded good.
The Filet O’Fish whispered, “Eat me, Mickey.” He remembered munching the flaky white fish and imagined the sweet creamy tartar sauce oozing out the sides and now all he wanted was the Filet O’Fish sandwich.
The Big Mac called to him, “Mickey, pick me! McDonald’s built its reputation on me. I’m the signature sandwich!” The photo of the Big Mac on the menu seemed to… wink at Mickey. Mickey blinked.
“You deserve a break today, Mickey,” the Filet O’Fish whispered. Mickey noticed the fish sandwich had a more feminine voice than the Big Mac. “Hamburgers are a dime a dozen. Pick me.” The Filet O’Fish on the menu seemed to open just a smidgeon, revealing a little more… cheese.
Mickey shook his head and rubbed at his eyes. Maybe I’ve been on the road a little too long, he thought.
The Big Mac on the menu entreated him again. “I have an extra bun, Mickey. I’m special. You don’t want that plain fish sandwich. Eat me, Mickey.” The Big Mac’s top bun began spinning. It was hard to tell, but Mickey noticed that the sesame seeds kept changing places.
Mickey jumped as the ethereal voice called out, “Are you ready to order?”
“I’m not sure,” he replied.
“Is there something wrong?”
“I’m not… sure,” he answered. “I must be really tired because it seems like the Big Mac and the Filet O’Fish are… talking to me.”
“Talking to you? The Big Mac and the fish sandwich? What are they saying?”
“They’re…um… trying to get me to choose them over the other one,” Mickey added, embarrassed.
“They are, are they? Well, sir, you can’t just sit out there all night. If you aren’t going to order, you’ll have to pull up.”
The Big Mac twirled its top bun even faster. The Filet O’Fish opened up fully, revealing its tantalizing tartar sauce. It looked like it winked at him too.
“I’m going to Wendy’s,” Mickey said.
As the car drove away, the Filet O’Fish began to weep.
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