The Corpse That Wasn’t There is the first installment of The Junior Handler’s Mystery Series, which will be published by Lost Bard Books. The book is done, and the editors are putting it through the final spell-check and tweak before assembling all the parts and putting the finished product online. Rest assured that I’ll be posting here as soon as it’s available for purchasing!
I woke with a head full of fuzz this morning. I want to be working on my novel, but thought I would write a blog post first, to flush out the circuits a bit.
Knit-Wit Update
The past few days have been filled with creative fun. I finished that second scarf, to start with, on November first. [Click title to read post ...]
Six Days. Only six more days.
On the first of November, the 2009 round of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) launches, and I leap into frantic first-draft mode. My story will be a sequel to a mid-grade mystery novel which was written a number of years ago. It made a feeble attempt at being an e-book, [Click title to read post ...]
For the past ten years, a group of writers on the web have been running the National Novel Writing Month challenge — NaNoWriMo. For a good eight of those years, about halfway through the designated month, which of late has been November, I smack my forehead and say, “Darn, I wish I’d remembered in [Click title to read post ...]
Dedicated with Love and Memories of Forever
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On the 9th of January, 2008, twelve years after her amazing homecoming, our darling Pree passed away due to a serious complication of intestinal cancer. Our hearts are broken, and our lives will never be the same, but her memory … and her journey … will continue to inspire many.
They say that strange things happen [Click title to read post ...]
A Tribute To Yoda and Jai
Saukenuk Kara Jyotana (12/12/80 – 12/7/93)
Jai (5/27/92 – 9/7/96)
Copyright Gayle P. Nastasi, 1993
A Saluki is not a creature of this world. Every human who has had his life graced by the presence of one of these ethereal beings suspects that truth. The Saluki is something of myth and fantasy; he [Click title to read post ...]
©1993, Gayle Nastasi
Some people equate hell with an eternity of fire–that bottomless lake of flame and torture reserved for the minions of the devil. Personally, I think going to hell is like drowning in rice pudding. You think everything is sweet and creamy until you try to take a breath and [Click title to read post ...]
©1994, Gayle Nastasi
The first day of pixie-school was a disaster. Twinklestar’s father had been transferred from the far side of the forest, and she and her parents had just moved in. Twink kicked at the fluff of a dandelion, and a shower of tiny white umbrellas danced on the wind.
“I hate it [Click title to read post ...]
(c)1996, Gayle P. Nastasi
A young man walked the winter wood
All round him snowy white
The shadows blue grew long and deep
As day gave way to night
He quick’d his pace as the daylight waned
And pulled his collar high
His breath did frost in the dark’ning air
As movement caught his eye
He spun, “Who’s there?” his voice barked out
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