June is in full swing with pretty flowers and beautiful weather. The Redmond Street Fair this past weekend hailed locals to come check out what Central Oregon talent had to offer. Several of us authors from Central Oregon Writers Guild set up a booth displaying our books in full glory. It was a great success. We all sold books, met new people, and became closer friends. Zelfar has only been out a couple of weeks, but I’m pleased with the buzz that’s already started. Two lucky subscribers are getting a free e-book to read for themselves. The contest winners are announced below. Plus, the thought of summer sports reminded of a kayaking experience that you I hope you enjoy, so read on.
Zelfar, The Discovery is now available with direct links for ibooks with itunes, and nook with Barnes & Noble, plus kindle and paperback through Amazon. Other e-reader formats can be downloaded through Smashwords.
Welcome to an ideal world where humans have created a harmonious society with advanced technology. They travel in hover spheres and everyone has a robot.
A world-shaking crisis threatens the extinction of this perfect community. One extraordinary doctor is not about to let that happen.
“We’ve already lost six babies! You have to save this one, Zophie! Please tell us the serum is going to work.”
In Zophie’s quest for a cure, she uncovers secrets of a portal to an alternate dimension, a world of her ancestors. Can she survive the dangers of the past? Will she risk everything to save her paradise?
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I am pleased to announce that two lucky newsletter subscribers will each receive a free e-book of Zelfar, The Discovery in the format of their choice.
And the contest winners are….drum roll, please…
Winners should look for an email from me this week with directions on how to download their free e-book of Zelfar, The Discovery.
More contests will be coming soon. Watch for details in upcoming newsletters.
SHORT STORY: MY KAYAKING ADVENTURE
“Let’s go kayaking,” my friend, Peggy, said while I was visiting her in Mammoth Lakes, CA, one of my favorite places in America. It was a gorgeous late-summer day. Of the many lakes in the area, Peggy chose Lake Mary. Our husbands would fish while we skimmed the large body of sparkling blue water in our floating plastic pea pods.
My friend is an expert, with her own kayak and all the gear that goes with the sport. We would rent my necessities at the marina. When we got to the lakeshore, the sky was still clear, but a breeze blew in to test our wills. When we communicated our kayaking plans to the nice young man at the dock, he advised us that on such a “windy” day, we should take the rowboat, unless we are experienced kayakers. Of course, Peggy is very experienced. Me, not so much. Actually, only once. It was a 2-person kayak with a guided tour on a calm river in Kauai.
“Sure,” I said, “I can kayak!” Who’s afraid of a few whitecaps on a high-mountain lake, anyway.
After selecting a shiny red skinny-pointy boat, an oar, and the finest life vest, I was ready. We put our kayaks in the water, positioned ourselves in them, and we were off! It was indeed windy and we realized it might take us a while to get around the lake to where our husbands were fishing. In less than ten minutes, a huge gust of wind was blowing us quite rapidly back to the shore where we started.
“Just hold the oar across your lap and let the wind blow you,” Peggy advised, yelling over the wind’s howl.
The crazy person inside my head said, “If you hold the oar in the water, it will slow the kayak down.” I really wished I had listened to Peggy. As soon as I stuck my paddle down into the water, KERSPLOOOSH!, over I went!
Am I drowning? There’s water everywhere! I gasped for air as I bobbed in the cold, so cold, ice-like lake. Peggy fearfully screamed, “Are you okay?”
“Aagh, aagh.” I coughed and choked, clinging to the bottom of my betraying kayak, now upside down beside me. The oar was on its own.
“Aagh, aagh,” I continued to gasp. I’m getting numb. I’m going to drown!
Suddenly I heard an unfamiliar voice. It finally got my attention when it shouted, “Swim to shore, swim to shore!”
The voice was a fisherman on the bank only a few yards away.
As if tossed a lifeline, I stopped gagging and gathered my senses. That crazy person in my head was making sense now.
“You can swim,” she said. “You’re wearing a life vest and the shore is right there. Forget the kayak! Just get yourself out of this frigid water!”
It seemed almost effortless as I stroked my arms toward the shore. My pride seriously wounded, I declined the offer of assistance as I crawled out of the lake then sat on a rock to catch my breath. In a matter of seconds, the nice man from the marina was at my side with dry towels. Oh, they felt so good! He drove me back to the resort in his little golf cart. Thankfully, I had a set of dry clothes in the car. I had brought them in case I got a little damp from water splashing into my kayak. A little damp!
Peggy was waiting for me when I returned from the restroom. She felt terrible for letting me go out on the lake on such a windy day. I reassured her that the impromptu swim was my doing, not hers. I was actually laughing about it by then and tried to make her see the humor in it, too.
Will I ever go kayaking again? To be honest? Maybe in a 2-person pea pod on a calm river in Kauai.
Love and Joy, Ruth Colter