Sunday, April 29, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday 4-29-12

Excerpt from the very beginning of my women's novel, due out Sept. 22.  This is the working title, I'm sure it will soon change... 

                              How Long Does it Take to Fall Out of Love?

            We were drinking iced tea at our favorite sidewalk café when the plastics plant exploded.
            One moment Ronnie was checking my left hand to see if my wedding ring was still there, and the next thing I knew she was crawling across the blistered sidewalk in slow motion, reaching out for me.             Ronnie and I have been friends since college.  She and Carol were my dorm mates.  The best friends I've ever had.  But college was a long time ago. 

This begins the tale of Liz and Quinn.  The story is told in flashbacks as Liz struggles to find out if her husband, Quinn, has survived the explosion of the plastics plant where he works.   

That's it for today!  See ya next Sunday.  If you would like to participate in Six Sentence Sunday, simply go to

Saturday, April 28, 2012



We'll have that house at the shore
and be bathed in white salt.

We'll escape all the heat
embalming this rock.

We'll follow route 10
rip open the seam . . .

and we'll drown in the seaclouds
like gulls on the wing.

We'll be just like angels,
or gulls on the wing.

by Ann Swann

(Companion to the poem --- To Still Have You --  on My Poetry page)

Thursday, April 19, 2012

End of an Era

Hi Everyone,
Just a quick note to mourn the passing of the legendary Dick Clark.  When I think of childhood, I think of Sea Hunt with Lloyd Bridges, Gunsmoke with Matt Dillon, Leave it to Beaver with . . . duh, The Beav, and American Bandstand with Dick Clark.  Saturday, noon, I believe it was.  What a lot of fun, rating records, picking out favorite dancers, checking out the fashions--bell bottoms and big hair, mini-skirts and white go go boots.  Yep, those were the days.

I know, I know, my memories are all about TV.  I can't help it.  TV rocked in those days.  I can remember   one soft summer evening, I was lying on the back of the old Plymouth in the driveway, mesmerized by the painted-sky sunset, but listening for the theme to Gilligan's Island just the same.  I knew it would be coming on momentarily.  And I knew I would probably leave the masterpiece in the sky to run inside the nearly-dark house to watch it.  Wow, what a hold those shows had over me.

It seems like The Love Boat came on about that same time, too.  And A Family Affair with Uncle Bill, Buffy, Jody and big sis, Sissy.  Wasn't Mr. French on that one, too?  Oh, and The Incredible Hulk, The Twilight Zone (my very favorite series in the world besides Star Trek), and oh my, I could just go on and on and on.

But I won't.  I'll leave you with this quote: When I was a child, I longed to be a grown-up. Now that I'm an adult, childhood beckons once more.  (unknown author)

Goodnight all,
Catch you on the flip-side as Dick Clark used to say as the credits rolled on Bandstand.
RIP DC.  You were a class act.


Afterthought: Feel free to leave me a comment telling me what your favorite TV show was...or is.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday April 15, 2012

Wow! Where'd that week go.  Hard to believe it's mid-April already.  I understand that some folks are just now doing the IRS dance again.  Let's take our minds off that and READ:  Here are six sentences from my short story CHEMS.  It's on Amazon.


 a zombiefied short story

by Ann Swann

He was curled up like a comma in a pile of old feed sacks.

The year was 1974 and I was in the eighth grade.  I was in a hurry, running late as usual, and I had just opened the hen house to let my flock out for the day when I looked across the packed-earth yard and noticed the toolshed door wasn’t completely closed.  Since I was the one responsible for shutting things up in the evening, I knew that door was closed and latched the night before.
            I tiptoed up and tried to see inside through the crack—had my eye pressed to it just like that Tell-Tale Heart guy we’d read about in English—but I couldn’t see anything except that pile of old sacks.
            Then they moved.  

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Wednesday, April 11, 2012


Howdy Folks,
Just a very quick update-type note.  First of all, I just published a stand-alone short story called CHEMS. Here is the link:  It is a story about a pseudo-zombie and that's all I'm going to say, except it will be FREE this Friday the 13th (and Saturday, too).

I think I will post six sentences from it this Sunday for the Six Sentence Sunday.  I have to admit, this is a lot of fun!  I didn't know it would be this much fun.  I even enjoyed designing the cover from an old photograph.  It didn't come out exactly the way I wanted, but it was darn close.  I think you'll see what I mean if you read the story.  Many thanks to Dude for helping me and for not flinching when I stomped and hollered. :-)

On top of all that, I got my first round of edits from Denise (YoDen) Vitola, editor extraordinaire, for The Phantom Student (slated to be released around Halloween). Believe it or not, I really like this part of the writing process, the editing part, I mean.  As long as I'm not having to edit someone else's book...ooh, torture.  No offense, Yo, but I don't know how you do it.

Hey, I'm sensing a pattern here; first, my short story goes FREE on Friday the 13th, now my new book will be released around Halloween...oooweeeoooo.  I'm liking this.  It reminds me of a story (everything reminds me of a story heh heh) by Ray Bradbury.  Did you ever read the one about the kids Halloween party in the basement where this dad is passing around peeled grapes (eyeballs, natch) and oh man! What was the name of that story?  Now, I have to go find it.  I've got a huge book of his short fiction here somewhere...

Okay, even the weather is getting in on this, creating the atmosphere for me: mucho lightning in the west, rumbles of thunder from way off in the distance, and the requisite tree branch tapping at the window like Poe's raven tap tap tapping...hope the electricity doesn't go out.  It almost always goes out when it storms around here.  (Let me just interject this for those of you who know how bad the West Texas drought has become: YAY FOR RAIN!!! Who cares if we do lose power?  IT'S RAINING!)

But back to the topic: I don't know why I like scary stories.  Do you?  What was the scariest story you ever read?  For me, it might be "The Shining."  That woman in the tub, even after thirty-odd years, let's not go there.  Then again, "The Beach" stayed with me for a long, long time.  It was terrifying in a whole different way.  How about you?  What story scared you the most?


Afterthought:  "The Black Cat," by Poe.  That one really got to me, too.  C'mon, tell me your scary story. 

After-afterthought: Can I whoop and holler about your book yet, Sara?  (shh, she's waiting for her contract to come back after she signed it today--the book is going to be published October 10th, but you didn't hear that from me.  The name of it is A Heart on Hold, and it is terrific!  But remember, you didn't read that here.)


Sunday, April 8, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

Easter Sunday -- April 8, 2012

This is actually the very first paragraph of The Phantom Pilot.  This scene shows Stevie standing on the porch of the old Taylor mansion:

         I was twelve years old, standing knock-kneed in pigtails and ripped denim in front of a haunted house, trying to dig up enough courage to go inside.  But I was terrified.  I’d read the books; I’d seen the movies on Shock Theater.  No matter what, you don’t go inside the spooky old house.  No matter who dares you, no matter what lures you.  You do not go in.

This YA novella is book one of The Phantom Series, available at Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.  Book two will be out in October.  

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Saturday, April 7, 2012

The Versatile Blogger Award!

The Versatile Blogger Award!!

Yay! I got an Award! I got an Award! [Am jumping up and down doing the James Brown shuffle! My version of it at least) Can't help but feel excited. It’s not every day that I get an award - though would love to!

So, it was the very lively and cute Debdatta Dasgupta Sahay at *** *** who gave me this award. THANK YOU DEBDATTA!

Thank and link the blogger who awarded you
Share 7 random facts about yourself
Spread the love by passing the award to five other bloggers, and be sure to let them know that they have won (send them an email).

7 Random Facts about ME:

1. I am very nosy. That's why I love to post interviews on my blog. (maybe everyone already knew that...)
2. I love all kinds of animals ... especially those in need.
3. I believe children need hugs and kisses everyday.
4. Reading is my addiction + chocolate + Diet Coke w/vanilla 
5. My husband spoils me 
6. Writing needs to go with #4
7. If I don't get outside for my evening walk everyday, I feel cheated!

And here are the five bloggers that I've decided to tag for this award

Elyse Salpeter

Katy Huth Jones

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday Excerpt from The Phantom Pilot

Six Sentence Sunday Excerpt: The Phantom Pilot

This excerpt is taken from the story Jase wrote about what happened that night:

4/1/12   The Shepherd

            The West Texas night-wind whispered and whistled around the window frames.  I was in my mom’s favorite chair reading The Tell-Tale Heart when I heard the stuttering drone of a small plane.  In our rural setting, it sounded very low and very loud.
            Then the noise stopped.
            Lady, the German shepherd I’d found lying mangled and near death beside the road, was standing in front of the picture-window, head cocked to one side.         
            The silence was thick and cold.

This YA novella is book one of The Phantom Series, available at Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.  Book two will be out in October.

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