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1. MONSTER by Rita Kwong


Submitted by Rita Kwong for the Illustration Friday topic MONSTER.

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2. A Cup full of Mindfulness

A Cup full of Mindfulness – Haiku Summer Classic White Coffee Mug

A Cup full of Mindfulness – Haiku Summer Classic White Coffee Mug
Inspirational Haiku Coffee Mug or Tea Cup for those of you who love haiku almost as much as you love your morning cup of java or tea. 

The poetic form of the Haiku and mindfulness goes hand in hand. Haiku is a way of showing mindful living. You will gain appreciation of the here-and-now when you closely read these haikus while drinking your favorite brew. 

A Cup full of Mindfulness – Haiku Spring Classic White Coffee Mug
Unique design and haikus by poet and illustrator, Sannel Larson. Choose between Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter seasonal haiku mugs. Or why not combine all the seasons with the mixed seasons haiku cup. Now you can enjoy coffee, tea, latte and hot chocolate any time of the day – and be mindful, too. 
A Cup full of Mindfulness – Haiku Fall Classic White Coffee Mug

Perfect Coffee Mug or Tea Cup for birthday, teacher, best friend, Mother's Day, Father's Day, Christmas or Valentine's gift for a haiku fan or anyone who loves a mindful and inspirational read. 

A Cup full of Mindfulness – Haiku Winter Classic White Coffee Mug

Please visit my Zazzle store to check out my products: SannelDesign

A Cup full of Mindfulness – Haiku-Mixed Seasons Classic White Coffee Mug

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3. "Witch Castle Havoc!" KING BRONTY

King Bronty ruled in the days of the dinosaurs when there was a great deal of havoc. I believe we have much to learn from the great thunder lizards and their royal family!

 I hope you enjoy this blog. Though I truly enjoy making "King Bronty" please join in and  encourage it's continued creation by support for art supplies (yes, ink isn't free), coffee, etc.  JRY


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4. The Amazing Octopus


One amazingly interesting creature is the octopus; this cephalopod can twist and turn its body into many shapes, suction to all types of surfaces, and use a cloud of ink to distract predators. This week, researchers uncovered the California two-spot octopus’s ability to sense light through its skin.

When the scientist shone a beam of light on the skin of an octopus the chromatophores (pigmented structures in the skin) expanded and the skin changed color. When the light was turned off, the chromatophores contracted again and the octopus was back to its original color. Why does this happen? Scientists determined that the octopus’ skin has proteins called opsins that work with the chromatophores for this reaction to occur.

(Read more about the experiments here)

Changing colors is nothing new in the octopus species; they can become red with anger, or transparent in sunlight. The more tools the creature has to camouflage itself the better chance for survival in the wild depths of the ocean where predators are abundant.

To learn more about the octopus or how other animals use light in the depths of the ocean here is a short underwater reading list!

Octavia and Her Purple Ink Cloud

Octavia and her Purple Ink Cloud
Octavia Octopus and her sea-animal friends love playing camouflage games to practice how they would hide from a “big, hungry creature.” Octavia, however, just cannot seem to get her colors right when she tries to shoot her purple ink cloud. What happens when the big, hungry shark shows up looking for his dinner? This creative book introduces basic colors along with the camouflage techniques of various sea animals; a great introduction to marine biology!

DayDeep_128A Day in the Deep
Travel deep into the ocean way below the surface and you’ll encounter some creatures you never knew existed! This book takes you on a journey through the dark depths of the sea towards the ocean floor. Most ecosystems need sunlight, but deep in the ocean where the sun doesn’t shine animals have adapted some very interesting ways to see, protect themselves, and eat. Discover the unique habitats, adaptations, and food chains of these deep -sea creatures.

ocean hide and seek_PAPERBACKOcean Hide and Seek
The sea is a place of mystery, where animals big and small play hide and seek! Can you imagine a shark hiding in the light? What about a clownfish in plain sight? Don’t believe it? Then, sink into the deep blue sea with Jennifer Evans Kramer and Ocean Hide and Seek! Surround yourself with the vibrant ocean illustrations of Gary R. Phillips. The ocean is an old, old place, and the exotic animals in the depths have learned to adapt to their surroundings to survive. Can you find the creatures hidden on every page? Or will you, too, be fooled by an ancient, underwater disguise?

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5. Cinebook The 9th Art: The Survivors - Episode 2

Authors: LEO
Age: 15 years and up
Size: 18.4 x 25.7 cm
Number of pages: 48 colour pages

ISBN: 9781849182430
Price: £6.99 inc. VAT

Publication: March 2015

The small group of marooned humans, minus a few individuals who left after a difference of opinions, survived one group of aliens, received help from a second, and is now travelling towards what appears to be a town. But their adoptive planet is a truly peculiar place with many surprises in store: a wild and unknown nature, inhabitants with unpredictable attitudes and morals ... and other, even stranger phenomena well beyond their comprehension!

This "The Wolds Of Aldebaran" story is almost a "How The West Was Won" but set in space.  Leo has produced some great characters and art -some very imaginative art!- and never ceases to amaze.

In this story we see humans getting involved in "survival" -so you can guess they've taken their knack of using weapons (even if small weapons) to make a point into space.  I think Leo's opinion seems to fall on the side of "There is no reason why aliens are not going to be like us so we need to be careful" -as opposed to "They'll be our space Brothers and Sisters".

If you've not read at a copy of a book in this series then you really should.  Initially I was a little cold but sitting down and reading and looking at the art made me a fan.  Don't ask "why?" because I try never to question it these days!


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6. Meet The Man Who’s Translated A Thousand Manga Chapters

27-year-old Dan Luffey essentially knew he would be going to Japan to translate works there since his days as a kid. Born in Pennsylvania but growing up in California, after going to Japan as a high school student he ended up loving his time in Japan. So much so that he attended Kyoto University. Yes, ... Read more

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7. Amazon Launches Kindle for Kids Bundle

Amazon is looking to get kids into eBooks with a new offer called the Kindle for Kids Bundle.

The bundle includes an ad-free Kindle device with a two-year extended warranty from SquareTrade to cover replacements against accidental spills and drops. The device is outfitted with Kindle Free Time, a tool to help kids, parents and teachers track reading progress and earn badges for meeting reading goals.

The device allows kids to check out books from the library. A parental password is required to purchase eBooks from the store. The bundle costs $99.

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8. Cinebook the 9th Art: Kenya 3 - Aberrations


 Kenya 3 - Aberrations
Authors: LEO & Rodolphe
Age: 15 years and up
Size: 18.4 x 25.7 cm
Number of pages: 48 colour pages
ISBN: 9781849182492
Price: £6.99 inc. VAT

Publication: April 2015

After reporting to London, Kathy Austin returns to Kenya to continue her investigation. In the palace of Count Di Broglie, the young English woman finally meets the last survivors of the Remington expedition, but they lack material proof to support their stories. Kathy is ordered to obtain information on Irmanius, a rather inquisitive individual who’s been snooping around the country. Who is he working for? The Americans, the Russians… or some considerably more foreign power?

This gets really WEIRD.  Aliens of various types, UFOs and Sea serpent along with various odd Government sorts.  Almost like my life from 1977-2007 but no phrases such as "You did sign the Official Secrets Act"  -I'm sure CBOs two viewers in Antarctica will appreciate that.

Anyway, this series is developing well and the "coming of the saucers" sequence is a nice touch.  I don't think this series could be anything but good.  If you are into Forteana, UFOs or the weird give this a try.  Like very good comics -give this a try!

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9. Trailer for Blender’s New Open Source Film ‘Cosmos Laundromat’

The movie and all its assets will be freely distributed to the public.

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10. 85 Stanford Students Collaborate On a Speech

Stanford Law (GalleyCat)For many, writing is a solitary activity. For the Stanford Law School class of 2015, it has become a group effort.

85 graduates have volunteered to collaborate on a speech. Marta Belcher, the student who initially suggested this crowdsourcing idea, will join together with several other students to share the finished address at a graduation ceremony set to take place on June 13th.

Here’s more from the Standford Law website: “In the first phase, students were given access to the wiki and added their ideas for overarching themes of the speech to a running list. Stage two focused on submitting content ideas, which resulted in the creation of more than 3,000 words of raw content in rough, bullet-point form. The third stage was the editing process, which began with an edit-a-thon on April 30, where students pulled from the content contributed during stage two to create a detailed outline of the speech that they filled in with proposed language.” (via Fusion.net)

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11. Cover Unveiled for New Veronica Rossi Book

Riders Cover (GalleyCat)

Author Veronica Rossi has unveiled the cover for her forthcoming book, Riders.

We’ve embedded the full image above—what do you think? Tor Teen, an imprint at the Macmillan Children’s Publishing Group, has set the publication date for February 02, 2016.

Over on Twitter, Rossi shares this bit of advice for fellow writers: “Always write what’s in your heart. Don’t let anyone tell you you don’t deserve to be heard. You do.”

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12. The Egypt Game (1967)

The Egypt Game. Zilpha Keatley Snyder. 1967/2009. Simon & Schuster. 215 pages. [Source: Review copy]

Not long ago in a large university town in California, on a street called Orchard Avenue, a strange old man ran a dusty shabby store. Above the dirty show windows a faded peeling sign said: A-Z Antiques Curios Used Merchandise. 

Part of me wishes I'd read The Egypt Game years ago. I loved, loved, LOVED it. Though part of me still loves the fact that there are still WOW books waiting for me to 'discover' them. I do love being swept away by a great book.

The Egypt Game celebrates friendship and imagination. The Egypt Game was invented by Melanie Ross and April Hall. Soon after they meet--very soon--they discover they are kindred spirits. Both have big imaginations, love storytelling, and have a fascination with Ancient Egypt. The Egypt Game is played in an abandoned lot near their neighborhood. They sneak in through a gap in the fence, I believe. Melanie's younger brother--much younger brother, Marshall--is part of the fun as well. He's four, and, he almost always, always brings his octopus, Security. By the end of the book, there are SIX "Egyptians" playing the Egypt game...

I do love the storytelling and imaginative play. How creative they all are in coming up with ideas for what to act out or play next. But I also love how they build a world and fill it with stuff, with costumes as well. But I also love the mystery element to the novel.

I would definitely recommend this one. I came to love all the characters. And there was a scene that just got to me--it reminded me so much of To Kill A Mockingbird. Anyway, I loved this one, and you may too. If you've read it, I'd love to know what you think of it!

© 2015 Becky Laney of Becky's Book Reviews

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13. Deborah Harkness: ‘I set out to write a story about Diana, Matthew, and Ashmole 782 in three parts and I stuck to that plan.’

Deborah Harkness (GalleyCat)Deborah Harkness has a number of different positions listed on her resume: historian, wine blogger, and novelist. The author concluded the All Souls trilogy with The Book of Life in 2014. We spoke with Harkness to pick her brain about research, the editing process, and her forthcoming new projects. (Photo CreditScarlett Freund)

Q: How did you land your deal for A Discovery of Witches?
A: My long-time agent, Sam Stoloff, took the book through the submission process. I was thrilled to work with Carole DeSanti at Viking.

Q: Can you describe your research process? Did you take a different approach with each installment or did you use the same method?
A: Much of the research for the books was done some time ago, and for another purpose entirely. As a professor of history, I’ve spent the best part of the past thirty years researching and writing about the sixteenth century and the history of science. Still there was work to be done, most notably visiting places I’d only read about previously.

As a historian, that’s not always vital, but as a novelist it is—or at least it is for this novelist! I had to figure out information that we don’t necessarily teach graduate students, like how fast a horse can travel on frozen ground in November. I also had to keep up with breaking developments in genetics as I wrote. That field moves very quickly, and the landscape looked very different in 2008 when I started the trilogy than it did five years later when I finished. Some of the hypotheses that my protagonists were working with in A Discovery of Witches were proven during that period.

Q: In your opinion, what’s the best way to self-edit?
A: For me, I have to step away from the manuscript for a day or so. Then I download it to my iPad and read it there, noting what needs work. I find that changing the way the manuscript is displayed really helps give me a sense of detachment from it.

Q: How do you feel now that you finished such a massive trilogy?
A: Tired. Satisfied, too, because I set out to write a story about Diana, Matthew, and Ashmole 782 in three parts and I stuck to that plan.

Q: What’s next for you?
A: I’m honestly not sure yet. I’m still teaching at the University of Southern California. I’m involved with the BBC’s efforts to put the All Souls Trilogy on the small screen. I’m researching a work of academic history on 16th- and 17th-century scientific and medical miscellanies. And I’m playing around with a few ideas for novels. It’s an exciting time for me, full of brainstorming and possibilities.

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14. YALSAblog Tweets of the Week - May 29, 2015

A short list of tweets from the past week of interest to teens and the library staff that work with them.

Do you have a favorite Tweet from the past week? If so add it in the comments for this post. Or, if you read a Twitter post between May 29 and June 4 that you think is a must for the next Tweets of the Week send a direct or @ message to lbraun2000 on Twitter.

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15. Bonus Scene: The Vast and Brutal Sea by Zoraida Córdova + Giveaway (US Only)

The Vast and Brutal Sea
Zoraida Córdova

Release Date: June 2, 2015


About the Book

This epic clash of sand and sea will pit brother against brother-and there can only be one winner

In two days, the race for the Sea Court throne will be over-but all the rules have changed. The sea witch, Nieve, has kidnapped Layla and is raising an army of mutant sea creatures to overthrow the crown. Kurt, the one person Tristan could depend on in the battle for the Sea King's throne, has betrayed him. Now Kurt wants the throne for himself. Tristan has the Scepter of the Earth, but it's not enough. He'll have to travel to the mysterious, lost Isle of Tears and unleash the magic that first created the king's powerful scepter. It's a brutal race to the finish, and there can only be one winner.



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Before he was a champion for the crown, Dylan, son of Ammon, merman of the Western Seas, was in love. His name was Evan.


Evan, a merman of the southern coast had dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes. He was the opposite of every thing Dylan was. Brave, eager to fight for his king, and a ready friend to all.


Before the court of the Western Sea set off for Toliss, where their king announced he had a newly discovered grandson, a human grandson at that, Dylan was hopeful he could lead a very happy life. Let the human boy have the crown. This Tristan Hart didn't look like much from faraway, but he'd learn the way Dylan had learned to pick up a sword and say the right things to keep his corner of the seas at peace. But the other champions wouldn't stand back, and Dylan's father wouldn't have their family bow down to a halfbreed human boy.


So they set sail after the presentation of the champions when King Karanos broke his trident into three pieces and set them loose in the oceans. Lord Ammon's ship had their best men, a court of chattering princesses, and two ancient augurers. While the augurers dug their scaly fingers into the bellies of spotted sharks, Dylan leaned against the side of the ship and watched the waves toss around them. His legs itched where skin replaced the light blue of his scales. He wiggled his toes, just like they all did when they were in this form.


For a people who hated humans, they didn't mind the magic in their veins allowing them to use the convenience of legs. Dylan sighed at the open sea, and thought it was curious how dark the sky was already in this part of the world.


"Nasty surface weather," Evan said, coming up beside him.


Dylan felt his body do many things at once. His stomach fluttered, his heart expanded, and his tongue went dry. It was always this way when Evan was around. Evan with his lovely dark eyes. His armor gleamed in the soft light of the moon. His hand reached out for Dylan's, and rested there for a good long while.


"I don't like this," Dylan told him.


"Sorry, my Prince." Evan withdrew his hand instantly.


Dylan felt his face burn. "That's not what I meant." He loved when Evan touched him. He loved when Evan looked at him. He couldn't get enough of it, really.


"Never that," Dylan said, threading their fingers together. "I mean the championship. How are we supposed to get answers from the tribe? And even if I do find a piece of the trident, am I really supposed to...kill the others?"


Evan smiles at him. He loved it when Evan smiled, but there were few things about Evan that Dylan did not love. The only thing he could think of was Evan's duty to the guard, and worrying on whether or not he'd return to him or get cut into surf at the bottom of the ocean.


"You'd make a fine king," Evan said. "I know it in my bones. You're just. You're fiercely loyal. And you're brave."


"Brave?" Dylan shook his head. "You flatter me. Do you know the only thing stopping me from jumping into the sea and swimming far far away is you?"


"I'd follow you," Evan said.


"And bring me back?"


"No." Evan grabbed onto the leather sheath on Dylan's chest and pulls him close. He presses his lips to his and they kiss softly, but quickly. "And do that."


Somewhere on the ship an augurer shouted, "We're approaching the mist, my Lord Ammon!"


And a princess wanting to become Dylan's queen stormed away and landed into the arms of a member of the guard.


And a decrepit creature clawed its way up the side of the ship and on board. It's teeth ripped into the shoulder of the first guard it found. It's jagged claws ripped through the neck that followed.


It was not alone.


They moved too fast to draw screams, the shouts still lodged in the throat of their victims.


"We're under attack!" yelled Lord Ammon, trying to draw his long sword. But the ship heaved and he lost his footing, damn his legs. He shifted into his tail and slapped the vicious merrow that attacked him. If he were to die, it would be as his true self. He would die fighting. He could see Dylan running to his aid, but the creatures kept coming. Ammon grabbed one of the infernal merrows by the ankle and pulled him to the ground. He stared into its shark-like face, breathed the rot in its mouth, and twisted the creature's neck. It's decomposed in seconds, oozing black blood.


"Father!" Dylan shouted. He was covered in blood, black and red, and an angry gash cut his chest. "Evan!"


Dylan swung his sword left and right, and tried to reach for his father, who lay beaten and disarmed. He couldn't find Evan. When the shouting started Evan kissed him, fast and hard as a goodbye, and ran into the fray.


"The mist," Lord Ammon yelled. "Go, my son."


Dylan shook his head, surrounded by bodies torn in half and the deformed creatures he'd only heard about in stories of old. He couldn't get his feet, his stupid human feet, to move.


The merrow pushed Dylan to the ground. It's fists were ready to rip into him, but Ammon blocked the blow with his whole body. The spear-like nails dug into Ammon's chest. Even as Dylan screamed, his father, one of the ancients of the seas, petrified into coral, then crumbled into pieces.


Dylan didn't have time to scream. The merrows overran the ship. He took his father's sword a sliced through one, two, three wretched bodies at once. He broke the skin of his fists on the merrow's coarse hides. He screamed Evan's name and was answered by growling and the cry of the dying.


Then he felt the mist.


He grabbed a flaming torch and threw it on the ground. He knew he had to go now, go far, while he had the chance.


"Evan!" He screamed again. But no one answered. As the ship went up in flames and the merrows feasted on the bodies, Dylan jumped into the mist.


He never saw Evan again.



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Zoraida Córdova was born in Guayaquil, Ecuador, where she learned to speak English by watching Disney’s The Little Mermaid and Michael Jackson’s Moonwalker on repeat. She studied English Lit at Hunter College, and The University of Montana. She is the author of The Vicious Deep Trilogy (YA) and the On the Verge Series (NA).


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16. Jennifer Barnes Gives Talk at TEDxOU

Have you ever wished that any of your favorite literary characters were a real people?

Young adult author and psychologist Jennifer Barnes gave a talk on “Imaginary Friends and Real-World Consequences: Parasocial Relationships” at TEDxOU. We’ve embedded the full presentation in the video above.

This independently-organized TED conference focused on the topic of \"off the map\" ideas. For the coordinators behind this event, “off the map” is defined as “perspectives and ideas that have been overlooked, are out of our comfort zones, and break boundaries.”

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17. David's Drawing Table episode 2

Did you ever want to be a storyteller? You probably already are! Join author/illustrator David Hyde Costello at the Drawing Table and help him figure out what to do about one scary lake monster. Is he friend or is he foe? Your ideas are needed!

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18. Mollie Whuppie, Unexpected Hero!

When I was a youngster, I remember reading Mollie Whuppie in one of the many fairytale collections at the public library.  I am a fairytale kind of person.  Mollie Whuppie is a little short on sparkles and ball gowns and a little long on violence and greed.

I don't know why I like the story so much.  It may be the archaic dialog between Mollie and the giant she torments.  It might be that Mollie is an unexpected hero - the runt of the family, and a girl to boot.
When I figure it out, I'll let you know.  I have to admit, I did not tell the original ending.  That ending is a bit too gruesome for my tastes.

Today, I decided to share Mollie Whuppie with the sixth graders at Nazareth Intermediate School.  My version has some (ahem) blood in it and there's lots of action.  I guessed, correctly, that the guys would like it.  What I didn't expect was all the questions the kids had during and after the story.  One question that cropped up in three of the four classes was this.  "How did the King know what the Giant had and where he kept it?"

Yeah!  How did he know that?  And why did he keep sending this tiny girl out to steal from the Giant?  And why did the parents abandon the three youngest children and not the three oldest children - who might have a better chance of surviving?

And why did Mollie carry the treasures back to the King?  Why not keep them for herself?

And why didn't those old time storytellers ask these questions themselves and answer them in the story? (My question.)

Perhaps Kings were such powerful people that listeners at the time thought Kings knew what everyone had and where they kept it.  I bet that they felt that way at tax time.

And powerless people always like stories about small powerless people who prevail.

Now, about keeping the loot for herself, Mollie had to protect her sisters who might suffer at the hands of the King if Mollie "cheated" him.

As to abandoning the youngest rather than the oldest, I invite you to offer reasons for that.

In the meantime, these questions make great writing prompts and I imagine a comic book series about The Adventures of Mollie Whuppie.  Although there are picture books out there starring Ms. Whuppie, she could be a superhero.

Mollie Whuppie, Unexpected Hero!!!

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19. No smoking please



cartoon smoking by monica gupta

No smoking please

एक जानकार बहुत  स्मोक करते हैं वो हर बार अपना टारगेट रख लेते है कि बस होली के बाद कभी लूंगा… फिर राखी पर बात आती है फिर दीपावली पर और फिर नए साल पर … साल दर साल गुजरते जा रहे हैं पर छोड नही पा रहे. मुझे  एक बात याद आई कि एक आदमी ने पेड पकडा हुआ और जोर जोर से चिल्ला रहा कि बचाओ पेड ने मुझे पकड रखा है .. जो देखता हंसता कि भई पेड क्या पकडेगा. तूने ही पेड को पकडा हुआ है. हमारे जानकार भी हालत भी ऐसी ही है. सिग्रेट को पकडा उन्होनें हुआ है और चिल्ला रहे हैं कि बचाओ सिग्रेट ने उन्हें पकडा हुआ है … ह हा हा !!! वैसे हंसना नही चाहिए क्योकि बात बहुत गम्भीर है.

31 मई को वर्ल्ड नो स्मोकिंग डे है सोचा आज इसी पर अपने विचार लिख डालू  smoking  पर सर्वे करने के बाद हैरानी ये पढ कर हुई कि नशे की लत में महिलाएं भी पीछे नहीं हैं और तो और महिला स्मोकर्स की तादाद में तेजी से बढ़ोतरी हो रही है। एम्स के डॉक्टरों का दावा है कि पिछले पांच सालों में महिलाओं में स्मोकिंग 11 पर्सेंट से बढ़कर 20 पर्सेंट तक पहुंच गया है। डॉक्टरों का यह भी कहना है कि महिलाओं में स्मोकिंग की यह लत साल दर साल बढ़ती ही जा रही है.

ग्लोबल एडल्ट टोबैको सर्वे (गैट्स) के अनुसार भारत में कुल जनसंख्या के लगभग 35 पर्सेंट लोग नशा करते हैं। इसमें युवाओं की संख्या सबसे ज्यादा है। मौजूदा समय में 20 पर्सेंट महिलाएं नशे की गिरफ्त में हैं। 31 मई को वर्ल्ड नो स्मोकिंग डे है। स्मोकिंग को लेकर एम्स के डॉक्टरों का कहना है कि आजकल अगर कोई नशा करता है, चाहे वह महिला हो या पुरुष, अब वे स्मोकिंग को अपना स्टेटस मानते हैं और मजबूरी नहीं, बल्कि शौक से पीते हैं। यही शौक उनकी लत बन जाती है और फिर यह लत एक दिन उन्हें बीमार करती है। अब पुरुषों की तरह महिलाएं भी कम उम्र में सिगरेट पीना शुरू कर रही हैं। कहीं-कहीं तो यह भी देखा गया है कि महिलाएं पुरुषों के मुकाबले ज्यादा सिगरेट पीती हैं। उनकी यही आदत स्वास्थ्य को बहुत ही ज्यादा नुकसान पहुंचा रहा है। इसकी वजह से उनमें फेफड़ों के कैंसर का रिस्क और भी ज्यादा बढ़ जाता है।

इस बारे में राष्ट्रीय दवा निर्भरता उपचार केंद्र (एनडीडीटीसी) के हेड डॉक्टर एस. खंडेलवाल का कहना है कि तंबाकू का यूज चाहे किसी रूप में किया जाए, उसका नुकसान तो होना ही है।

एनडीडीटीसी में अडिशनल प्रोफेसर डॉक्टर सोनाली ने कहा कि आजकल बच्चे भी नशे के आदी होते जा रहे हैं। बच्चों में नशे की लत इतनी तेजी से बढ़ रही है कि अगर उसको रोकने के लिए जल्द ही कुछ कड़े कदम नहीं उठाए गए, तो उसके नतीजे काफी खतरनाक हो सकते हैं। क्योंकि अगर बच्चे दस साल की उम्र में कोई नशा करते हैं तो वह लंबे समय तक इसका यूज करेंगे और उसे खतरनाक बीमारी होने की आशंका ज्यादा होती है। डॉक्टर ने कहा कि अब स्मोकिंग छोड़ने के कई उपाय हैं जिनमें मेडिकेशन, काउंसलिंग और जरूरी दवा के जरिए अपनी इस लत से छुटकारा पाया जा सकता है

No smoking please….

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सस्मोकिंग की चाह जगे तो पुस्तक पढें, कसरत करें और ध्यान में मन लगाएं। सकारात्मक सोच और दृढ़ इच्छाशक्ति से ही इस बुरी आदत से मुक्त हो सकेंगे। आयुर्वेद विशेषज्ञों के अनुसार शतावरी, ब्राह्मी, अश्वगंधा जैसी जड़ी-बूटियां और त्रिफला व सुदर्शन चूर्ण शरीर से दूषित पदार्थों को बाहर निकालने का काम करते हैं। लिंग और जरूरी दवा के जरिए अपनी इस लत से छुटकारा पाया जा सकता है

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कुल मिला कर यही कहना है कि जो अखबार मे लिखा रहता है कि सिगेट पीना स्वास्थय के लिए हानिकारक है वो ऐसे ही नही लिखा हुआ … वाकई में बहुत भाव छिपा है इसके पीछे … अगर आप वाकई में … गौर कीजिएगा, वाकई में छोडना चाह्तें हैं तो आप इसे छोड सकते हैं क्योकि सिग्रेट  ने आपको नही बल्कि आपने सिग्रेट  यानि मौत को पकड रखा है…  और शुभ काम के लिए हर समय शुभ है और सिग्रेट छोडने से ज्यादा शुभ विचार कोई और हो ही नही सकता

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20. Meet the Unsung Star of ‘Kung Fury’: CGI

The lead star—Mr. VFX—appeared in 399 shots of the film.

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21. Silicon Hearts -A Reminder.

Everyone Should Have A Silicon Heart...

I'm sure people here remember Kat Nicholson?  She was interviewed on CBO as one of the artists on Classical Comics A Mid Summer Night's Dream:

No idea where the interview went.  Hmm.

Anyway, I do not promote kick-starter projects.  I can, however, point you in the direction of some nice art and what might be a very good project to support by passing the word around.

The project Face Book page (it's on the blog roll) has some interesting art so why not check it out?



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22. Poetry Friday: Ida Frickey

Nothing in life is alien to you:
I was a penniless girl from Summum
Who stepped from the morning train in Spoon River.
All the houses stood before me with closed doors
And drawn shades- I was barred out;
I had no place or part in any of them.
And I walked past the old McNeely mansion,
A castle of stone 'mid walks and gardens,
With workmen about the place on guard,
And the County and State upholding it
For its lordly owner, full of pride.
I was so hungry I had a vision:
I saw a giant pair of scissors
Dip from the sky, like the beam of a dredge,
And cut the house in two like a curtain.
But at the "Commercial" I saw a man,
Who winked at me as I asked for work--
It was Wash McNeely's son.
He proved the link in the chain of title
To half my ownership of the mansion,
Through a breach of promise suit - the scissors.
So, you see, the house, from the day I was born,
Was only waiting for me.

- Ida Frickey in Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters

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23. School Visit: Messages on the Wall



When I visit schools — which is often, and always gratefully — if time allows we’ll arrange for me to enjoy lunch with an intimate group of students. It’s always relaxed and informal, just talking, hanging out together, trading desserts. In some groups the conversation turns to literary concerns, but more often we just sort of chat, talk about ourselves, and try to crack each other up. I like it because, finally, it’s not strictly about me, me, me. My power point, my dumb books. These visits become more about them, and the truth is that I’m probably more comfortable that way. I’m surely more entertained.

Anyway, there was a white board in the room earlier in the week. Toward the end, as the principal was trying to pry the students away, a few of them wandered over to the board to write brief messages. I snapped a photo of these two, just to share with you, My Mighty Nation of Readers!

Sweet, huh?



Sophie, you are welcome, the pleasure was all mine.

And Elizabeth, I’m not offended at all. There’s so many great books out there, I’m just glad you picked one of mine.


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24. Interesting blog posts about writing – w/e May 29th 2015

Here’s my selection of interesting (and sometimes amusing) posts about writing from the last weekabout writing from the last week:

Fun With Literary Allusions (Anne Greenwood Brown)

The Age-Old Cynicism Surrounding the Dream of Book Writing (Jane Friedman)

Owning Up to Our Writing…Locally (Elizabeth Spann Craig)

DIY Book Covers for the Self Publishing-Inclined (George Cotronis)

Getting Unstuck: pure craft (Jane Lebak)

Choices (Kristine Kathryn Rusch)

A Subtle Technique (Wendy Lawton)

25 Magazines and Websites That Want Your Work (Kelly Gurnett)

The Trap of Your Comfort Zone (Dan Blank)

You Can Master Classic Story Structure (Jerry B. Jenkins)

Everything You Need to Know About Writing Successfully—in Ten Minutes (Stephen King) Jon’s Pick of the Week

How Important is Your Book Title? (Rachelle Gardner)

False Summits–and How to Get to the Top Anyway (Harry Bingham)

Begin Your Novel with Action: A Good Rule? (Jeff Gerke)

Never Stop Learning (Alissa Grosso)

The 10 Keys to Writing Killer Fight Scenes (Bill Ferris)

If you found these useful, you may also like my personal selection of the most interesting blog posts from 2014, and last week’s list.

If you have a particular favorite among these, please let the author know (and me too, if you have time).  Also, if you've a link to a great post that isn't here, feel free to share.

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25. Flogometer for Catherine—are you compelled to turn the page?

Submissions Welcome. Only one in the queue for next week. If you’d like a fresh look at your opening chapter or prologue, please email your submission to me re the directions at the bottom of this post.

The Flogometer challenge: can you craft a first page that compels me to turn to the next page? Caveat: Please keep in mind that this is entirely subjective.

Note: all the Flogometer posts are here.

What's a first page in publishingland? In a properly formatted novel manuscript (double-spaced, 1-inch margins, 12-point type, etc.) there should be about 16 or 17 lines on the first page (first pages of chapters/prologues start about 1/3 of the way down the page). Directions for submissions are below—they include a request to post the rest of the chapter, but that’s optional.

A word about the line-editing in these posts: it’s “one-pass” editing, and I don’t try to address everything, which is why I appreciate the comments from the FtQ tribe. In a paid edit, I go through each manuscript three times.

Mastering front 100WshadowBefore you rip into today’s submission, consider this checklist of first-page ingredients from my book, Mastering the Craft of Compelling Storytelling. While it's not a requirement that all of these elements must be on the first page, they can be, and I think you have the best chance of hooking a reader if they are.

Download a free PDF copy here.

Were I you, I'd examine my first page in the light of this list before submitting to the Flogometer. I use it on my own work.

A First-page Checklist

  • It begins connecting the reader with the character
  • Something is happening. On a first page, this does NOT include a character musing about whatever.
  • What happens is dramatized in an immediate scene with action and description plus, if it works, dialogue.
  • What happens moves the story forward.
  • What happens has consequences for the protagonist.
  • The character desires something.
  • The character does something.
  • There’s enough of a setting to orient the reader as to where things are happening.
  • It happens in the NOW of the story.
  • Backstory? What backstory? We’re in the NOW of the story.
  • Set-up? What set-up? We’re in the NOW of the story.
  • What happens raises a story question—what happens next? or why did that happen?

Caveat: a strong first-person voice with the right content can raise powerful story questions and create page turns without doing all of the above. A recent submission worked wonderfully well and didn't deal with five of the things in the checklist.

Also, if you think about it, the same checklist should apply to the page where you introduce an antagonist.

Catherine sends a first chapter of Raphael Ascending . The remainder is after the break.

Please vote. It helps the writer.

Hustle bustle very busy, the uniforms, all shiny badges and polished shoes delivering paperwork to the suits at their scattered desks. The day after Thanksgiving. A lot of arrests made. Family affairs, booze, and football. Too much testosterone in turkey?

Their attention shifted from their chores when Detective Sergeant Freddy Wall squealed, "I'm not going on night shift." The plush, pushed- past- fifty, plain-clothes rolled his chair closer to the protection of his iron desk.

The uniforms and the other detectives, like spectators at a tennis game, shifted their sly eyes to the thirty-four year old man towering over Freddy. Chief of Detectives Troy Ames. Six two, blond, in full dress uniform sharp and spiffy, blue eyes blazing. "It's not a request, Sergeant Wall. It's an order. Monday, night shift."

Freddy's face contorted to a fierce pig-face stare, ears pinned back, nostrils arching to expose nose hairs. "You're new here, pal. You ought to know, I got a lot of friends in city hall."

Ice wrapped Troy's baritone. "Night shift or suspension, Sergeant Wall."

The audience exchanged lifted eyebrows and squints. Freddy squared his short, wide shoulders, bubbling his double chin toward his collarbone. "I could tell these guys some things about you."

Were you compelled to turn Catherine's first page?

A colorful, fresh voice and some good bridging tension on this first page. Two story questions: what will happen to Freddy, and what is the dirt he has on Ames. I think this could be crisper, and I would take a serious look at trimming the first and second paragraphs just enough  to get the next two lines on the first page, wherein Ames announces that he’s gay in a strong and fun way. Just a few notes:

Hustle bustle very busy, the uniforms, all shiny badges and polished shoes delivering paperwork to the suits at their scattered desks. The day after Thanksgiving. A lot of arrests made. Family affairs, booze, and football. Too much testosterone in turkey?

Their attention shifted from their chores when Detective Sergeant Freddy Wall squealed, "I'm not going on night shift." The plush, pushed- past- fifty, plain-clothes rolled his chair closer to the protection of his iron desk.

The uniforms and the other detectives, like spectators at a tennis game, shifted their sly eyes to the thirty-four year old man towering over Freddy. Chief of Detectives Troy Ames. Six two, blond, in full dress uniform sharp and spiffy, blue eyes blazing. "It's not a request, Sergeant Wall. It's an order. Monday, night shift."

Freddy's face contorted to a fierce pig-face stare, ears pinned back, nostrils arching to expose nose hairs. "You're new here, pal. You ought to know, I got a lot of friends in city hall."

Ice wrapped Troy's baritone. "Night shift or suspension, Sergeant Wall."

The audience exchanged lifted eyebrows and squints. Freddy squared his short, wide shoulders, bubbling his double chin toward his collarbone. "I could tell these guys some things about you." I’m not sure shoulders can be short. Narrow, yes, but short?

Comments, please?

For what it’s worth.


Submitting to the Flogometer:

Email the following in an attachment (.doc, .docx, or .rtf preferred, no PDFs):

  1. your title
  2. your complete 1st chapter or prologue plus 1st chapter
  3. Please include in your email permission to post it on FtQ.
  4. Note: I’m adding a copyright notice for the writer at the end of the post. I’ll use just the first name unless I’m told I can use the full name.
  5. Also, please tell me if it’s okay to post the rest of the chapter so people can turn the page.
  6. And, optionally, include your permission to use it as an example in a book on writing craft if that's okay.
  7. If you’re in a hurry, I’ve done “private floggings,” $50 for a first chapter.
  8. If you rewrite while you wait for your turn, it’s okay with me to update the submission.

Were I you, I'd examine my first page in the light of the first-page checklist before submitting to the Flogometer.

Flogging the Quill © 2015 Ray Rhamey, story © 2015 Catherine


Troy's canines gleam sparked. "Attention, everybody. What Sergeant Wall is hinting at, what he's trying to blackmail me with, to get his own way, I'm gay. Feel free to refer to me in your discussions as queer, queen, homo, fag. I don't mind at all. You have a first amendment right to do so." His arctic eyes signalled an almost evil double dog dare as his gaze swept the room. "Monday. Night shift, Wall. The end."


Outside the sky slung low and heavy, yellow-white swatches running camo across the gray rumbles that popped now and then with deeper bass throbs. The air sucked and squeezed in slow motion dark chill. The green and silver metro bus, diesel exhaust puffing curly snakes, swung around the corner at Park onto Bruce, the day-after -holiday traffic dodging hither skither in a bee swarm logic brought from a parallel universe. The driver of the red Caddy coupe in the ShopNSave parking lot hit the gas instead of the brake and t-boned the bus between the behemoth's front and rear doors. And the rain finally came, falling from the fast flash webs. Sharp, cold, thick with punishment. The long screech of metal ragging, the squelch of tires skidding, the squawk of horns, fed into the wind. Black Friday clusters crowded up close, concern they wouldn't get their fair share of the thrill freezing their grins.


Freddy focused his full attention on the Daily Globe's sports pages. The newspaper spread over a short stack of case files that needed reading and note-marking. Work that should have been done on Wednesday. But, well, football pool picks were deadlined for four p.m. Who to pick, who to pick. Ten bucks down and a double c-note to pocket if. Big if. Who to pick? Freddy scratched his right eyebrow.

Mack Grift paused at Freddy's desk on the way to his own. "You better get your reports written. Ames catches you..."

"Nancy can kiss my ass. No. Strike that. I might catch something off his luscious lips." Freddy showed his coffee stained teeth. "Some of us'll be seeing our union rep about going to the commissioner. Get Nancy booted out of here on account of." Freddy winked.

Grift dropped into his chair. "Count me out. I will not mess with Ames, period end of sentence. I seen him working out in the exercise room. He could seriously hurt an elephant. Hell, I can see him wrestling down a rhino."



"His kind all got empty balls."


Warner didn't knock first. The chief of police just bloomed into Troy's tiny office, taking up too much space. Troy's jaw muscle just below his left ear flexed. "You came to talk about Freddy."

Warner shrugged as he planted his ass on the window-side corner of Troy's desk. Again Troy's jaw muscle twitched. The wind smacked water-logged specks of this and that onto the window in company with low-toned moans and tumbling thumps. Warner shifted his weight and flicked a half-second smile. "He called the mayor. They're cousin-in-laws, you know."

Troy selected a long slim cigar from the fine-grained mahogony humidor next to his in-out tray. The in shelf was barren, the out shelf stacked high with completed work. He didn't offer a cigar to Warner. Men who came into his office without knocking didn't get an expensive imported cigar. Troy puffed his slim into life. "I didn't know and I don't care. He's been slacking for a long time. It ends now. Night shift, he'll run his ass off on prelims."

Warner bobbed his bald head left, right, left. Troy fixed his clear blues on the chief. "Pick a side. And if you pick him, my resignation will be on your desk in five minutes."

"You don't mean that."

Troy slid his yellow notepad to the center of his deskpad and wrote in sharp elegant cursive, 'I resign effective immediately Troy Ames'. He eased the sheet from its perforations, folded it neatly into thirds and held it out to Warner. "I can see the newspaper headlines. War hero cop leaves p d , disgusted by corruption."

Warner stiffened. "Listen, Ames."

"Choose a side."  Voice, eyes. Cold. Hard. No latitude. Not now. Not ever. A certainty that he would have his way. Fifteen years giving orders in the army and a man developed Attitude.

Two lights raps sounded on the door. A patrolman stuck in half his head. "Dead man on a bus, sir. Driver says maybe shot."

The lights went out.


Locke always sat in the long, aisle-facing seat midbelly in the bus. Cramming his six six into a smaller forward-facing one put an unfortunate squish on his delicate parts. He sat on the door side in easy slump, legs wide. The jolt from the t-bone rocked him forward but quick as get-out, his calf muscles tightened, keeping him firm on the bench. He shifted his denim jacketed body sideways to look out the window behind him. The son of a bitch yahoo in the Caddy flung open his car door and glanced up at Locke's window as he pumped his bulk free of the bucket seat. Locke flipped him the bird then closed his big hand into a big fist. Yahoo stayed sheltered behind the car door. Locke, his almost-an-angel face set to minor menace, green eyes casual, continued to stare at him.

The bus driver replaced his radio mike and rose to check his passengers. Hail joined the perfect rain, rocking the behemoth a wee bit.


Troy summoned Grift to accompany him and the two lab boys. Gathered in the garage waiting for the cars to warm up, Grift, having found favor in the eyes of the boss, said, "Uh, sir, can I ask you a question?"


"We all scrapped our way out of division into plainclothes. You're our boss, so, why do you wear a uniform?"

"Because I look damn good in it."

Grift nodded. Mystery solved. The boss was a peacock. A t-rex peacock.


The tow truck eased the Caddy away from the bus, revealing the Texas sized dent in the behemoth's hide. Firemen applied crowbars to the jammed doors.

Locke's stomach gurgled and he had to pee. And the dead bus began to chill. And the damned cops clittered around outside doing a hell of a lot of not much. Unhappy day and home far away. Not that it was much of a home. A rented room over a rundown drycleaners. He counted the forks of lightning claiming the rolling gray- purple bundles climbing up from the horizon. The passenger, presumably a guy, in the seat one up from the butt of the bus, was dead, so the driver said, shot in the head maybe clued from the blood on the headrest. So Locke reckoned it would be a while before he enjoyed what little comfort he could have at home. The four old women in the front seats huddled boohooing to the driver. Unhappy day. Son of a bitch.

He gave up on his intimidation of the yahoo and straightened around to study the storm through the window across the aisle.  Magnificent, the slow impatience. The sluggish surrender  to movement. The push of under black to break out. So many artists had painted stormy skies  and none of them had ever done it right.


Troy stood on the top bus step and looked down the length of the behemoth. His right eyebrow scrooched. His nostrils fluttered with a quick snort. The odor of ungentle use. His inner man issued a silent hmmm. Bus. A mobile crime scene that would be towed to impound where the lab boys could take their time. Hmmm. The bus company will squawk if it's kept too long. He might have to flex an official muscle. Good. He liked flexing muscle. He had a mobile crime scene, a contained crime scene. Which should have been a plus, but, likely, the bus hadn't been cleaned all week. Cigarette butts, wads of gum, gobs of hair, candy wrappers, a million fingerprints - most of this evidence of ungentle use would not be evidence connected to the current corpse. Hours and hours of sort and separate and evaluate and in the end he could hope for a crumb to chew on.

So, order of operations. Passengers and driver off in cruisers to the station for processing. Medical examiner declares the dead guy's dead and carts him off to autopsy. Bus to impound. The bells of St. Francis tossed four o'clock into the storm. Troy's right eyebrow scrooched down again. Grift stood on the bottom steps. Troy gave him a circling finger. "And Grift, they're going to miss their supper. Get some nice deli or something."

"Yes, sir."

Troy spare the group a brief survey. The driver, a short, hefty working man who wouldn't stand out in a crowd, four little old ladies in long black wool coats and tight-knotted scarves, support stockings, sensible shoes. And the man in the middle seat. "Grift, be sure you read everybody their rights. Just in case." The sergeant nodded. Troy set his face to no-nonsense. "Ladies and gentlemen, Sergeant Grift will take you to the station. We have to talk to you while your memories are still fresh. Then we'll see you get home safe and sound. Now, if you'll go along, please."

Troy caught his breath when the man in the middle stood up and faced him. Six six to the slim-legged inch, yep. He let his gaze linger for a guilty moment on the big boy's jean zipper and the evidence to the left of the zipper of promising goodness. He added a twinkle of admiration for the broad shoulders and perfect posture. So many tall men bent their backs to lean down to the shorties of the world.

He blew a silent yep. His groin flickered and he had to focus on the job at hand and he told his inner man he might be lusting after a murderer and it would be a damned shame if the guy was and he was probably hetero anyway and focus, dude. Job. But it had been a long time and the guy...focus, Ames, focus, damn it. Then Goorgeous bounced down the steps and folded into the back seat of a cruiser.

Doc Parks flashed a big grin and saluted as he mounted the steps. 'General, I'm all wet."

Leprechaun. The only single-word description for Doc. Perfect, down to the never-lit pipe always in his mouth. Troy gave the medical examiner an eyebrow twitch. "Realized that the first day we met, Doc. Step to the back of the bus, please."


Doc shifted his haunches. "Yes, sir, he's dead. Probably within the past couple hours. Appears to be a small caliber gunshot close range through the cervix of the neck." Doc's delicate fingering probed the top few inches of the corpse's front. "No apparent exit wound. Odd, that. We should have a through and through." He straightened. "Curious about that. Autopsy asap. Bag him. You going to be around?"

Troy nodded. "Six witnesses slash suspects to handle, I won't be going home for a while."

They exited the bus into a dark descending thick and quick. Light rain now and ice forming fragile chips on everything.


Troy pulled into his assigned parking space. The radio crackled. He clicked the mike. "Go ahead."

A fizzy voice came back. "Chief, Grift. The male passenger, manslaughter conviction on the books."

"Roger that. I'm in the parking lot. Two minutes." He clipped the mike back on the rack. "Shit."

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