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Michele Torrey

Michele Torrey

I am 49 years old, and in love with life! I'm married to a wonderful fellow, and we both adore our very plump calico cat, Sheba. We three grown sons, ages 28, 27, and 26. I have two wee granddaughters: Ariahna and Scarlett.

I am the author of ten books (check out them www.micheletorrey.com). I'm currently working on an epic trilogy that... more »
  • WA, USA
  • member since March 6 2009

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  • blogger mom

    blogger mom says

    Thank you I appreciate your insight. I believe I just need do sit down and write the story.

    posted 8 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Tony Carmine

    Tony Carmine says

    Here is a blurb about my new book—ON THE CREST. Comments welcome: Tige Anderson goes through a series of emotional, physical and psychological adventures in this coming-of-age roller coaster, balancing his life among his romantic trysts, his ambitions, his humanity and his gay best friend. The one thread that connects all of the people in his life is the fact that the cycle of life puts everyone through a series of ups (‘on the crest’) and downs. Whether an individual winds up on top of the wave or under it depends on them.

    Prologue:

    [A mind full of shadows which form long, dark points that pierce the heart through and bring to consciousness the fierce pain of reality. Hooded specters that travel through space and time gathering up pieces of memory and bringing them together to form one melted block of pain and pleasure called the past.

    Were it possible to disintegrate as happens to dreams and tender moments. As powerful as these dreams and tender moments seemed at their inception, we come to realize that they are made of invisible particles of nothingness. Were it possible to just vanish like hopes made of tiny particles of nothing so would I be free of reality. And in that vanishing, would I finally be able to find peace.]

    Those thoughts flooded Tige’s mind as he sat and watched the pointed shadows caused by the brand-new-morning sun crawl across the floor in front of him. He had been all alone in the solarium since the middle of the night awaiting the sunrise as he did on many nights since he was put into that place. It was his favorite time of day. Anymore, each minute of the day was filled with painful recollection and doubt except for this brief, fleeting moment. It was a time, it seemed, that the earth, like him, was confused. It brought him solace to think that at this very moment, the entire universe, or so it seemed, was in a state of doubt and he was not alone. It was the time when day was pushing back night, eliminating the last vestiges of darkness to assume domination and live out its brief lifetime before dying and willing its realm to its brother called ‘tomorrow’. It was a time of starting over, of another chance. Days rolled in one after the other like the waves at the beach. It made one think that no matter how tragic the events that occurred in one solar period, there was always another; there was always another wave.

    Tige sat in his robe and pajamas on one of the couches in the solarium watching the morning sun get stronger, watching the streams of light come through the bars on the windows, hoping that the attendant would not yet realize that he was not in his room, which was where he should have been until breakfast which was still two hours away. He had done this so many times in the past but he was never discouraged from continuing to enjoy his moment of peace, but rather would endure the lectures from the staff about how everyone there must obey the rules so that all there could accomplish what they came there for.

    The reward that he got from this solitude was worth any reprimand which may have followed from the staff. He knew that his time remaining there was brief and he could continue this practice somewhere else. This was his time to savor the self-induced, companion-until-death torment brought about by events which had happened before and could not be changed. This was his time to not only enjoy the companionship of hope for tomorrow, but also to flog himself with memories and guilt for things that he had been instrumental in bringing to existence. He had to torture himself for what he had done or for what he had not done. With an almost painful enjoyment, Tige watched the single line of gray smoke from his cigarette and recalled the days past. He watched the ashes fall off like expended days gone by. He watched the orange line of fire racing toward its end.

    Again, comments welcome.
    The book can be purchased at barnesandnoble.com, amazon.com, authorhouse.com and many more sites. Thank you. Tony Carmine.

    posted 8 months ago. ( send a note )
  • blogger mom

    blogger mom says

    I am wondering how you get started or organized to start writing a book? Do you use any special software or program for writing? What has been your most helpful tool? I am trying to write a non fiction story that begins in Spain during the Spanish Civil War and I have been researching the history of the war thus far.

    posted 8 months ago. ( send a note )
  • blogger mom

    blogger mom says

    I am wondering how you get started or organized to start writing a book? Do you use any special software or program for writing? What has been your most helpful tool? I am trying to write a non fiction story that begins in Spain during the Spanish Civil War and I have been researching the history of the war thus far.

    posted 8 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Tony Peters

    Tony Peters says

    I checked out your website. Your books look amazing. You can check out my website, www.tonypeters.webs.com to read a sample from my book, or look at my book reviews. Although my mother still lives in Chilliwack I have moved to Swift Current, SK. B.C. still remains dear to my heart however.

    posted 9 months ago. ( send a note )


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