Discover The Power of Touch: Book Trailer Released

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HELLO, EVERYONE,

THIS IS A SHOUT-OUT FOR MY BOOK TRAILER: THE POWER OF TOUCH!

I believe in giving credit where credit is due. 4WILLS PUB has done an outstanding job developing the Book Trailer for THE POWER OF TOUCH!

To say it is magnificent is an understatement. Read the book and you’ll see what I mean.

I hope you enjoy the book and the book trailer as much as I do.

Have a lovely day,

Shalom shalom,

Pat Garcia

Available in all Amazon Stores as a Paperback or an ebook.

THE SEVENTH CHANCE

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Hello, Everyone,

I am continuing with a snippet from THE SEVENTH CHANCE.

Excerpt:

Amato moved himself closer to Bob-Ann and leaned toward the headboard.
“You haven’t answered my question, and I’m waiting for your answer.”
“What do you want to hear?”
“Tell me what’s on your heart right now.”
“I’m sorry for breaking the champagne glasses. I thought you were going to leave me.”
Amato gazed at Bob-Ann and shook his head. “I wish you would love me just as much as I love you. Then you would know for sure that I am not going to leave you. We’re in this forever thing, and I don’t plan on letting you go.

Take care.

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

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THE SEVENTH CHANCE

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Hello, Everyone,

Here is a small snippet from THE SEVENTH CHANCE that I revised because I wasn’t satisfied with it.

As Amato stood in the doorway to their bedroom, he imagined Bob-Ann’s conversation with Lila. She’d never learned how to love and accept herself. Taking off his shoes, he walked to the side of the bed and sat down on it.
Bob-Ann awoke at once.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Why are you here?” Bob-Ann asked, ignoring his question.
“Have you forgotten you’re my wife and we live here?”
“I thought…”
“You thought what?” Amato replied, interrupting her with a harsh tone in his voice.
“You’re angry.”

Have a lovely day.

Pat Garcia

Shalom shalom

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THE DARK LADY, THE UNSUNG HEROINE, By Pat Garcia

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March is Women’s History Month, and included in this beautiful month is International Women’s Day, which was celebrated on March 8th. Today, I am honoring Women’s History Month by introducing a woman that I feel people know very little about. I first learned about her in 2013 and did a blog post. I have revised my blog post from 2013 here.

  • What would you do if your recognition and honor were stolen?
  • How would you react if your research was appropriated without your knowledge and permission?
  •  What would you say to those who had violated one of the fundamental laws of the Hippocratic Oath of Science –– Thou shall not steal?

The year: 1920,

The month:  July,

The date:  the twenty-fifth,

The day:  Sunday

In the middle of a European society filled with chaos and struggle, mistrust and discrimination were widely practiced against a small group of people as a young baby was born into an affluent family. As her eyes opened to view the world, racism, anti-Semitism, and suffrage were the dominating political and economic topics that occupied the minds of the people in the country of her birth.  Fear, envy, and jealousy surrounded her.  Suspicions throttled opportunities for this small ethnic group, and the baby’s facial features pointed out with clarity her ethnicity.  The fact that she was born English could not eradicate the fact–– she was Jewish.

At the time of her birth, she could not predict with a crystal ball that her Intellectual Property would be robbed, nor that she would become the victim of one of the most hideous crimes there is on this earth––a crime that has not been adequately restituted up to this day–the Espionage of knowledge. 

The child was the second in the lineage from a family of three boys and two girls. Her parents belonged to the Anglo-Jewry and practiced its traditions, as well as honored the traditions of the English Society, which was their birthplace.  Psychiatrist and Analyst Alfred Adler stated in his theory on birth order among children that the second child is the fighter, the challenger, the competitor sandwiched between the oldest and the middle child. This young woman certainly fits this description.

According to my favorite biographer of her life, Brenda Maddox, the young child knew her life was destined at twelve. Her dream was to become a scientist, and The Unsung Heroine arose.

  • What would you do if you came into the world with your mission already defined and embedded within your heart?

Throughout her life, the young woman thrived in her learning atmosphere. She mastered mathematics, geometry, and the sciences and learned languages quickly.   Raised in an environment of love and respect, the idea that she was anything less than equal to others never came to her mind.  The Dark Lady, our Unsung Heroine, was not a feminist, yet would suffer unjust snubs, ridicule, and recriminations–––after all, she was only Jewish.

By the time the Unsung Heroine had reached fifteen, she was in love with science. There was not a scientific topic that did not tease her analytical mind. Motivated, dedicated to her family, and with the stamina of persistence, she was indeed unusual.

She attended Newnham, one of the two female colleges at Cambridge University. This honor made her family incredibly proud, and she was recognized as the top student upon entry with the best evaluation in Chemistry.

In 1941, The Dark Lady received her bachelor’s degree from Cambridge and a scholarship to work on a research project concerning photochemistry.  She worked under R. G. Norris, but the Second World War had begun, and our Unsung Heroine weighed her options regarding how she could best contribute to helping her nation during the war.  She decided to work on researching the microstructures and coal usage for wartime purposes.  Identifying the microstructures and their reactions to each other was successful and later led to her receiving her Ph.D. from Cambridge University and the acknowledgment and publication of five scientific papers.

It was after this period that she began her most fruitful work. This work led three men to receive the  Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine in 1962 for the discovery of the structures of Deoxyribonucleic Acid, known by its acronym DNA.

The Dark Lady had spent time in France, where she had experienced international renown among her colleagues, and she had returned home to England on a three-year research grant to work in the lab of John T. Randall’s Bio Physics Unit at King’s College in London. He asked her to work on his DNA research project. With her experience in x-ray diffraction, where she was considered an expert before her time, she discovered two forms of Deoxyribonucleic Acid, a wet and a dry form, displaying totally different pictures.  The Dark Lady conducted various tests, and in 1953, she had photo picture proof that both structures were helices.

Unfortunately, Maurice Wilkins sent her work to scientists Francis Crick and James D. Watson without her knowledge.  Because he had not been assigned to work with her on the project, a rivalry began that brought our Unsung Heroinemuch pain. Wilkins made her life miserable during her time at King’s College. Based on her research and pictures, Crick and Watson broke the mystery of the DNA structure.  However, they did not mention they had based their work on the photo pictures from The Dark Lady, our Unsung Heroine.

  • What would have been your reaction to the theft of your intellectual property?
  • How would you have reacted to the failed acknowledgment of your critical research that may have rewarded you with the Nobel Prize?

In 1954, damaged relationships were irreparable, and The Dark Lady resettled herself and transferred her fellowship to J.D. Bernal’s Crystallography Laboratory at Birkbeck College.   She refused to look backward; instead, she looked ahead and began working with the structures of plant viruses, which drew her international attention.  During this time, she made two trips to the North American Continent.

Can’t you see her people? 

The Dark Lady, 

The Unsung Heroine of Science,

Giving her best, putting her best foot forward, no matter the circumstances, and succeeding, even though she had been intellectually robbed. 

The year was 1958,

The date is April 16,

And one of the most prolific women of the twentieth century,

The Dark Lady, 

The Unsung Heroine,

Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin,

was about to put on her wings and cross over into eternity.

In 1956, this thirty-five-year-old woman had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Even though she had undergone two surgeries and other treatments that brought about remission, the tumor continued to reappear. Nevertheless, Dr. Franklin, The Unsung Heroine of DNA, continued to gather funds for her team until she could no longer work.  She knew her time was slipping quickly but wanted to leave her team well-funded.

On her departure day, in 1958, April 16, it was windy in London.  The winds were strong throughout the United Kingdom.  The weather forecast predicted that the latter part of April would bring extremely warm temperatures. However, The Dark Lady, The Unsung Heroine of DNA, was ready to rest, and her eyes looked towards going home.

Can’t you see her?  

Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin, The Dark Lady, 

The Unsung Heroine of the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine, 

The woman in the background who laid the groundwork for the Double Helix,

She lay there reminiscing over her life, taking an account of the path she had deliberately chosen to walk. 

Looking back at thirty-seven years of a life well spent in public service and helping others by fulfilling her purpose, I can see her in my mind. I see her smiling  as she examines her accomplishments:

  • She worked successfully on a research project in Photochemistry and earned a bachelor’s degree.
  • Identified the microstructures in coal and their usage for the war industry in the Second World War. Doctor’s degree, followed by the publication of five scientific papers.
  • Discovered the wet and dry helical structures of Deoxyribonucleic Acid, which led to the discovery of the Double Helix. 
  • Instrumental in the research of plant viruses and the tobacco mosaic virus
  • Published 19 articles on coals and carbon, five articles on DNA, and 21 on Viruses
  • Was the top expert researcher in X-ray diffraction 
  • Established a global network of contacts for her team within the research world. 
  • Left more than enough financial funding to assist them.

See her through the eyes of your heart!

Look at this woman,

The Dark Lady,

The Unsung Heroine of Deoxyribonucleic Acid,

smiled once more before she let out her last sigh.  Dr.  Rosalind Elsie Franklin, the lady who laid down the groundwork for the Double Helix, put on her wings, and her spirit stood up and Walked On.

She walked on, people, she walked On!  Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin Walked On!

Walk On all you weary people who have been misunderstood, abused, or misused.

Stand tall and keep walking; a light is at the end of the tunnel.

Hold your head up high,

Walk On, I say, Walk On!

Shalom shalom,

Pat Garcia

*Some facts after Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin’s departure:

In 1962, Francis Crick, James D. Watson, and Maurice Wilkins received the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine for the Double Helix. None of the three men mentioned that his work was based on the pictures they had illegally taken from the work of Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin.

1968, Watson published his memoirs in which he portrayed Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin in a derogatory manner.

In 1975, Franklin’s friend Anne Sayre wrote a rebuttal, which began to uncover the truth about the discovery of the Double Helix.  However, a posthumous Nobel Prize award for Dr. Rosalind Elsie Franklin regarding her critical role that led to this discovery has not yet been rectified.

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THE SEVENTH CHANCE By Pat Garcia

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Good Morning, Everyone,

I am continuing with the Flash Fiction Story, THE SEVENTH CHANCE. I hope you enjoy it.

Bob-Ann stretched and yawned at the same time. She had not slept well. The memory of the broken glass she left on the floor by the entrance to their home, the fact that she hadn’t heard Amato come home, and her pounding headache caused her to sigh heavily. She unwrapped her body, twisted in the bedsheets, glanced at the watch near her bedstand, and decided to go back to sleep.

Amato entered the quiet house. The crystal glass crunched under his shoes. His body tensed.

Where is Bob-Ann? Is she hurt?

Flipping on the lights, he saw the room was in order except for the opened Cabinet and the glass on the floor, glimmering like stars. 

He breathed a sigh of relief. 

No thief. Now, where is she?

He walked down the hallway to their bedroom and stopped at the door. The chubby brown bundle lay partially covered with the downy feather comforter and one of her thick thighs hanging out.

Amato had seen Lila talking to her and thought nothing of it. A few minutes later, he glanced in Bob-Ann’s direction; he saw neither and assumed Bob-Ann was talking to someone else. 

An hour later, he went to find her and bumped into Lila. She informed him she’d asked Bob-Ann to leave because he didn’t want her. Amato thought the red-headed woman who had been his friend since they were kids had lost her mind. He wanted to throttle her. She’d always wanted to marry him, but he had never desired to marry her. Bob-Ann owned his heart. 

As Amato stood in the doorway to their bedroom, he imagined Bob-Ann’s conversation with Lila. She’d never learned how to love and accept herself. Taking off his shoes, he walked to the side of the bed and sat down on it.

Bob-Ann awoke at once.

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Why are you here?” Bob-Ann asked, surprised.

“Have you forgotten you’re my wife, and we live here?” 

Shalom shalom,

Pat Garcia

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THE SEVENTH CHANCE By Pat Garcia

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Hello, Everyone,

I am continuing with a snippet from last week’s introduction of The Seventh Chance, a flash fiction I am developing from a compilation of stories that will be released sometime this year.

Bob-Ann stretched and yawned at the same time. She had not slept well. The memory of the broken glass she had left on the floor by the entrance into their home, the fact that she hadn’t heard Amato come home, and the pounding headache that she had caused her to sigh heavily. She unwrapped her body, twisted in the bedsheets, and glanced at the watch near her bedstand. She had flunked her last chance not to act like a speechless, bashful mouse. Her husband, Amato, always told her that what others thought of them was unimportant. But she hadn’t been able to accept his way of thinking. Their age difference made her doubtful, mistrustful, and jealous. She’d never believed he was offering her a future with him.
Bob-Ann flung herself on the bed and thought about Amato’s longtime friend and schoolmate, Lila. When Bob-Ann first met Lila, she tried to befriend the woman, but Lila noticed her insecurities and used misconstrued truths to gnaw away at Bob-Ann’s confidence one brick at a time. Since their marriage, Lila promised her that Amato would leave her because Bob-Ann wasn’t his type.
For the sixth time, Bob-Ann believed her. Lila sounded so convincing that Bob-Ann’s tears started flowing, and she left the party without telling Amato she was going.
He had given her many chances to see the beautiful woman she was, but she failed every time. She mumbled, “There’s no such thing as a seventh chance.”
Curling herself around her pillow, she covered herself with her feather down as she thought about the cruelty of others and her inability to fight back.

Shalom shalom

THE SEVENTH CHANCE By Pat Garcia

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This is another work in progress. It belongs to a group of flash fiction pieces that I have written and will be available sometime this year.

The Seventh Chance

Anger boiled within Bob-Ann’s breasts. In her hand, the crystal glass engraved with his name, she threw like a professional pitcher across the room, and it across the room, and hit the silver doorknob. It splattered, and tiny splinters rained on the floor, but her anger was not yet appeased. She walked to the glass vitrine and reached for the matching crystal glass engraved with her name. Gripping it at the bottom, she threw it like she was pitching her first shutout. Afterward, she examined the little glass mountain piled up before the door. 

“Strike out,” she mumbled. 

She wouldn’t need those glasses anymore, and her heart hurt. Her future had taken a deplorable end, one she had been expecting for some time. 

The anger dissipated as tears streamed from her eyes.

Turning, she walked down the hallway to what used to be their bedroom.

No use cleaning up the mess now. I have plenty of time to do that

She climbed upon the bed and fell asleep.

__________________________________________

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

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FREEDOM’S CALLING By Pat Garcia

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This is a Creative Non-Fiction Story that I am compiling in honor of Black History Month. The title: FREEDOM’S CALLING

Note: The speech, AIN’T I A WOMAN, given in 1851 in the state of Ohio, has been left in its original form. 

Was there no mercy for a child who, unlike others, had been brought up in a home that had spoken a different language than English? Black skin and nappy hair that a fine-tooth comb couldn’t even go through, the child’s place was to listen and obey, but what if she didn’t understand?

Born in 1797 in upstate New York, the child had never known the torment she would endure at nine years of age after being separated from her family. If she had, she would have probably cursed the day she was born and died. 

Purchased by a family who spoke no Dutch, the girl spoke no English. Her owners were infuriated at her lack of English and beat the language into her with rods and leather. She was not a human for them but an unruly, disobedient piece of property that did not understand and, therefore, could not follow orders. She became an It.

For It, lashings became a way of life; the beatings hurt and left intolerable bruises. But It found freedom in the God her masters sang about. Later, whenever they beat her, she would pray aloud, hoping the God she had come to faith in would rescue her from the torture. He did.

Sold to a tavern owner, she went to live in a bar and house of prostitution. The beatings stopped. But, here, she saw the cruelties against women and the ruthlessness of men. She discovered her voice, and it dawned on her that she was not an It but a woman, a human being.

Unfortunately, her owner sold her. Her respite in the bar only lasted one and a half years. The pause gave her time to refuel and strengthen herself for the unknown brutality that awaited her in the future. She was denied the right to marry the father of her firstborn child because a neighboring plantation owner owned him and opposed the marriage; due to the fact the newborn would not be his property, she had to marry a slave owned by her new master, an older man who impregnated her four times.

On July 4, 1827, New York issued its Emancipation Proclamation and freed all slaves. But, the woman who had endured so many hardships and maintained her toughness and faith in the good of humanity was already free. It had already started seeking to find her thirteen children––the children she had borne that were taken away and sold into slavery.

During the Great Spiritual Awakening, she had a life-changing experience that would change the way she lived and changed her name.  This woman became a friend of the progressive Quakers; she spoke out for the Civil War, recruited black men to fight for the Union, worked in government refugee camps for freed slaves, and spoke out for women’s rights.

She made her most famous speech in 1851 at the Ohio Women’s Rights Convention in Akron, Ohio. Let’s hear the address from the woman herself. 

***

Ain’t I a woman

“Well, children, where there is so much racket, there must be something out of kilter. I think that ’twixt the negroes of the South and the women in the North, all talking about rights, the white men, will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages and lifted over ditches and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman!Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.” 

***

Three days after Thanksgiving, on November 26, 1883, on a wintry, cold day in Michigan, this woman completed her mission at eighty-six years of age. She took flight. Isabella Baumfree, better known as Sojourner Truth, born and raised in slavery, died a free woman and Walked On!

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

FREEDOM’S CALLING By Pat Garcia

FREEDOM’S CALLING By Pat Garcia

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This is a Creative Non-Fiction Story that I am compiling in honor of Black History Month. The title: FREEDOM’S CALLING

Note: The speech, AIN’T I A WOMAN, given in 1851 in the state of Ohio, has been left in its original form. 

Was there no mercy for a child who, unlike others, had been brought up in a home that had spoken a different language than English? Black skin and nappy hair that a fine-tooth comb couldn’t even go through, the child’s place was to listen and obey, but what if she didn’t understand?

Born in 1797 in upstate New York, the child had never known the torment she would endure at nine years of age after being separated from her family. If she had, she would have probably cursed the day she was born and died. 

Purchased by a family who spoke no Dutch, the girl spoke no English. Her owners were infuriated at her lack of English and beat the language into her with rods and leather. She was not a human for them but an unruly, disobedient piece of property that did not understand and, therefore, could not follow orders. She became an It.

For It, lashings became a way of life; the beatings hurt and left intolerable bruises. But It found freedom in the God her masters sang about. Later, whenever they beat her, she would pray aloud, hoping the God she had come to faith in would rescue her from the torture. He did.

Sold to a tavern owner, she went to live in a bar and house of prostitution. The beatings stopped. But, here, she saw the cruelties against women and the ruthlessness of men. She discovered her voice, and it dawned on her that she was not an It but a woman, a human being.

Unfortunately, her owner sold her. Her respite in the bar only lasted one and a half years. The pause gave her time to refuel and strengthen herself for the unknown brutality that awaited her in the future. She was denied the right to marry the father of her firstborn child because a neighboring plantation owner owned him and opposed the marriage; due to the fact the newborn would not be his property, she had to marry a slave owned by her new master, an older man who impregnated her four times.

On July 4, 1827, New York issued its Emancipation Proclamation and freed all slaves. But, the woman who had endured so many hardships and maintained her toughness and faith in the good of humanity was already free. It had already started seeking to find her thirteen children––the children she had borne that were taken away and sold into slavery.

During the Great Spiritual Awakening, she had a life-changing experience that would change the way she lived and changed her name.  This woman became a friend of the progressive Quakers; she spoke out for the Civil War, recruited black men to fight for the Union, worked in government refugee camps for freed slaves, and spoke out for women’s rights.

She made her most famous speech in 1851 at the Ohio Women’s Rights Convention in Akron, Ohio. Let’s hear the address from the woman herself. 

***

Ain’t I a woman

“Well, children, where there is so much racket, there must be something out of kilter. I think that ’twixt the negroes of the South and the women in the North, all talking about rights, the white men, will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages and lifted over ditches and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman!Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.” 

***

Three days after Thanksgiving, on November 26, 1883, on a wintry, cold day in Michigan, this woman completed her mission at eighty-six years of age. She took flight. Isabella Baumfree, better known as Sojourner Truth, born and raised in slavery, died a free woman and Walked On!

Shalom shalom

Pat Garcia

FREEDOM’S CALLING By Pat Garcia

#WEP August 2022 Challenge Moonlight Sonata #Winner Pat Garcia writes her #guestpost – Writing With WEP

Good Morning, Everyone,

I have taken the WEP Blog Post from their blog that announced my winning the August WEP and posted it here on my blog because I desire to spread the word about this excellent platform for unpublished or published authors.

Below is not only my winner’s post but also the announcement for the upcoming October Challenge.

I sincerely hope I will see you there.

#WEP August 2022 Challenge Moonlight Sonata #Winner Pat Garcia writes her #guestpost – Writing With WEP.

Hi everyone, Denise here!

Pat Garcia won our August Challenge Moonlight Sonata with her stunning #flashfiction, Power of Touch. Those of you who read this amazing story will agree that it was unbeatable.

Badge courtesy of Olga Godim

Our judge Nick Wilford said,  Nick said – “Achingly romantic and a testament to the healing power of music. As important to the soul as to the ears.”

Here is an excerpt from the ending:

Abruptly, she slowed the tempo, intentionally allowing herself to hold specific notes sustained, and closed her eyes to enjoy the timbre herself, and she felt Gianluca’s fingers walk across her waistline in beat with the piece as if he were playing the piano himself. She was happy he heard what she heard, albeit with his soul. Thankful that she’d taught him to treasure the power of hearing, not by listening but by perceiving it through touch, she smiled.

~~***~~

WRITING with the WEP

Writing with the WEP is one of my classic writing tools for strengthening my voice, helping me to profile my characters and define my settings. When I started writing with the WEP, I was a passable writer and far from being an author. Although my voice was feeble, I had vision, emotions, and voice. I read craft books, but craft books neglect to tell you that writing is a process, and you won’t get it overnight. Writing is a journey.

 It took me walking into a multi-colored diverse world of writers who are excellent at what they write to discover that, and the WEP has become one of the most essential tools I need to grow in my writing. This is one of the reasons I do my best to get around to every story submitted. I learn from the excellence of the author’s Flash. They have already achieved something that I benefit from, whether it is a strong voice, magnificent settings, or outstanding characters. I study how they give their characters life, sink into their locations, and let their stories move me from a surface reading to an in-depth reading of their Flash. When I look back at some of the flashes I submitted in the beginning, I say, O ye… Pat, you have come a long way from your first Flash.

 The WEP is competitive. The competition is stiff. However, if you never put yourself out there and compare yourself with some of the best authors/writers around the globe, you will never hone the techniques you have read in the craft books you have, and you’ll never become intimate with the depth of the voice that makes you stand out.

 I believe I am one of a tiny minority of Romance writers who participate in the WEP. I don’t know. But what I do know is that my participation in this event has helped me develop characters and settings and strengthen my voice on my writer’s journey, and for that, I am thankful to be a part of this group. 

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia

Thank you, Pat Garcia. We are thankful to have you,  too. 

And a shout-out for Pat. You can buy Pat’s delightful award-winning short story, Turn the Light On HERE.

THE BLURB:

Meet Della Cartwright. A superstar at what she does professionally, but when the tall, mysterious, Italian stranger, Alessio Terracina, enters her world, she begins to question her judgment and everything about her.

A writer, singer, and musician, Pat Garcia, lives as an Expatriate on the European Continent. She is a voracious reader of literature from all genres and loves knitting, playing chess, playing her piano, and watching Hercule Poirot and Sherlock Holmes films.

A multicultural writer, she writes stories that encapsulate Romance with a mainstream touch, a sense of suspense, and fantasy.

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Thank you so much, Pat, for your heartfelt post, and congratulations once again for your winning flash!

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Our next challenge will be here before we know it! We hope many of you will consider joining us for our OCTOBER Halloween Challenge: Thriller.

We remind you: This is the Fear fest Challenge in which we ramp up the spook factor, welcoming your creepiest compositions, your most haunting and haunted tales running the gamut of paranormal, speculative, crime, and horror genres. However, as always, there are no rigid rules. Feel free to write to any genre if those mentioned are not your thing. 

And, STOP PRESS! In October, there will be Amazon Gift Cards for the winners.

Here is an early TWEET! Help us promote Creepy October!

Write…Edit…Publish — Online Writing Community: #WEP #October2022 #Thriller challenge. #Prizes for #three #winners. Get your creepy on! #1,000words or less! #flashfiction, #nonfiction #poetry #poetrycommunity Get #feedback from professionals and peers.(Include Thriller badge!)


Grab yourself a prize! See you in October!

Denise for …

Have a lovely weekend and be safe.

Shalom aleichem,

Pat Garcia