December 16, 2009 at 2:40 pm
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Please go to http://www.amazon.com/review/R1TNBL5ZM8RC3N/ to read the first review of my novel on Amazon.com.
I will be signing and selling my novel, Falling Through the Cracks, at two more book signings in December in Athens, GA
1) Thursday, Dec. 17, 6 – 9 PM at Georgetown Frames for their holiday Open House. The shop is in a small shopping center called Gaines School Shoppes. The festivities will include plenty of goodies to eat and drink—including chocolate balls from the recipe given in my novel—live bluegrass music, and beautiful art, jewelry, glasswork, soaps and lotions, and notecards for sale, as well as my novel and the novels of Paige Cummings (murder mystery in coastal Georgia during the civil rights era) and Dac Crossley (2 westerns about the Texas Rangers). A good time will be had by all, and it’ll be a great time to buy Christmas, Hannukah, and birthday presents.
2) Monday, Dec. 21 at Border’s Books in Beechwood Shopping Center on Alps Road, from 4 to about 7 PM. Dac will be there with his books, and Paige will probably join us too. And the chocolate balls that are such a hit this season will also be there for you to enjoy. This is a great time to get a last minute gift for someone you forgot you wanted to give to or for someone for whom you just haven’t figured out what to buy yet. But you may also find that Falling Through the Cracks is the perfect gift for many on your list, especially those who like to read Women’s Fiction.
Have you or a friend been to Spain, adopted a child, fallen in love with a happy outcome, lost a loved one, or had to overcome a family tragedy? You will meet somebody like you in this novel. Do you love Arizona or Georgia, love weddings, or have PTSD? You will resonate with someone in this novel. Are you adopted or are you a speech or other special ed teacher? There is someone in this book in the same situation. And if you like to celebrate holidays with special foods, you will enjoy sharing in the holiday activities throughout the dramatic year in which Angel Martin figures out the PTSD puzzle of a suffering child, searches for her birth mother, and falls in love with someone she is trying not to love. And if you are a woman with a best friend or close sister, you will recognize that bond between Angel and Janine.
Books signed and with a message from the author always make an extra special gift. Hope to see you at one of these signings. And to those who have already made it to my other signings—MANY THANKS for your interest in my writing. Please let me know what you think of Falling Through the Cracks.
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December 16, 2009 at 1:53 pm
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Oops, I posted the wrong ISBN number for you to look up my novel or order it on Amazon.com. The last digit was wrong. The real ISBN # is 9781439247396.
However, you don’t need that now to look up Falling Through the Cracks on amazon.com. You just go to www.amazon.com, choose to search in Books, then type in to search for JLC Pulliam and click on Search. That will take you to my novel.
Hope this didn’t present too many of you with a problem.
Happy reading!
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December 4, 2009 at 8:08 pm
· Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged family fight, sisters fighting, the code, the fight
She pulls out a wad of my hair. I am so pissed! I scratch her hard across the face and blood spurts out her nose. Hope I slit it open! A little more ugly won’t hurt her. I’d bite her gut open, but after all, everyone’s watching and we are sisters. She lunges at my gut. Hey, no fair! I knee her away and knock her off balance with a solid kick on the chin. She staggers, and I’m instantly on top of her, forcing her to the ground. Pinning her down, I snarl in her ear, and she turns her head away in submission. I’m in control here.
Stupid bitch, starting a fight she can’t win just because I went after her precious hunk. I could give her a good slash to the neck right now, and she’d be a goner. But no, we’re family. That wouldn’t go down well with the rest. I nip her tail as I walk proudly away. Even in battle I always remember what mama taught us: “Prey is prey. Wolves are family.”
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December 2, 2009 at 11:59 pm
· Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged Falling Through the Cracks by JLC Pulliam, Georgetown Frames
Dec. 3, I will be selling and signing my novel Falling Through the Cracks at Georgetown Frames, 50 Gaines School Road, Athens, GA at their Holiday Open House, 6-9 PM. There will also be live bluegrass music, and refreshments and things to buy—art, jewelry, pottery, and other local authors’ books. This is a great opportunity to do some (still somewhat) early Christmas shopping. A book signed by the author always makes a good gift. Hope to see you there.
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November 18, 2009 at 3:57 pm
· Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged Falling Through the Cracks, Falling Through the Cracks by JLC Pulliam
My book is out! Falling Through the Cracks is available at various places online: www.amazon.com, www.alibris.com, www.booksurge.com, and www.abebooks.com. If you order it from amazon, search in “Books” for 1439247396. That is the ISBN number and will take you directly to my book and not other books with similar names. If you choose to search for the book by author name on any of these websites, the official author name is JLC Pulliam.
Have I told you about Falling Through the Cracks? It is fiction in the subcategory of Women’s Fiction. It is a novel of love, mystery, and family—about rebuilding a family after a murder. It has 2 murders but is definitely not a who dunnit. It has 2 mysteries—one about adoption and one about PTSD. And it has a love story but it’s not a genre romance. Here’s what it says on the back cover:
“What if you were a speech therapist responsible for two elementary school girls who couldn’t talk and you discovered something horrible had happened to make them that way? Then what if you found out they couldn’t speak because of you?
Falling Through the Cracks is a novel about rebuilding a family after a murder. Solving two mysteries (one about adoption and one about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and falling in love are not part of Angel Martin’s plans when the Arizona speech therapist and Improv actress moves to Georgia. However, hearing a child chanting in the dark, “The knife is in his back. The blood is on the floor,” catapults her into action.“
I hope you will read it and enjoy it. If you live near me, I will be more than happy to sign a copy of your book for you. I am arranging some book signing/selling events now and will let you know as they come up. If you live far away and want a signed copy, let me know you’ve bought it, and I’ll send you a special signed sticker to go in the book like a book plate.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
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November 5, 2009 at 1:02 am
· Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged bear hug, chicken chronicles, docility, Green Rooster, raising chickens, roosters, transporting chickens, trust
Glory spent extra time with Green the evening before she was to give him away. “You’ll like Candy,” she told him in as cheerful a voice as she could. “You’ll be on a real farm and you’ll make lots of new chicken friends.” She turned to go into the house and knew he was following her. Sadness seeped into her words. “I just hope you’ll be much, much happier there, Green boy.” He was already on the stoop next to her when she opened the door. “Good night.” She closed the door and watched through the window as he settled down against it.
Inside, a large cardboard box was waiting to transport the rooster. Green was huge for a chicken, but in the attic she had located a thick-walled, moving-company box for hanging clothes. If she could lift him high enough to get him in, she could close down the top, and he wouldn’t be able to break out.
The following afternoon, Glory brought the box outside and threw a handful of chicken scratch into it. The bear-hug approach had worked long ago when she’d carried the limping Green to prop him against the house wall. She hoped he still trusted her enough that her same technique and his same docility would work again.
“Ready to meet your new flock?” Glory asked Green after she had pulled down the tailgate of Steve’s truck. The bird came toward her. The bear hug succeeded. She hoisted him into the box, and he didn’t think to be alarmed until he was inside it. She folded down the top and taped it with duct tape for good measure while Green squawked a few times and scratched at this strange contraption. Larry appeared to help her raise the box onto the truck bed. She thanked him and drove off toward the vet’s office, talking the whole time to Green in a soothing voice she knew he couldn’t hear.
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October 30, 2009 at 7:49 pm
· Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged angel, Angel of God, outcry, prayer, sheltering wings, spirit, uncertainty, wings, wings of my own
“And now for something completely different” — a poem I wrote.
UNCERTAINTY
OUTCRY
Overlapping wings,
feather piled on feather,
cover. cover. hide
my body with your wings,
sheltering wings.
PRAYER
Bathe me, clothe me,
Angel of God.
May your wings abound
and so surround
my aching spirit.
Please wrap me in your wings
and gently guide
my hovering heart to land,
my unsure heart to walk
a path my learning heart
will know;
So I may step forth surely
and walk a way
with arms raised up
and sense the soft, strong feathers of your
spirit with me,
’til I can feel wings of my own.
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October 25, 2009 at 2:51 pm
· Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged 10-4 Good Buddy, 91.7 FM, ad jingles, count-down, dead men in wigs, Dude, endangered species, jingles, Monty Python, Olympics, over and out, pledge breaks, pledge week, public radio, radio ads, radio station, soaps, WUGA, You know you're...
It’s pledge week at my local public radio station, so I thought of this:
You know you’re listening to the wrong radio station when…
1. They’re doing the count-down and you’ve never even heard of #5.
2. The news summary is a recap of today’s “soaps.”
3. Some of your favorite composers are referred to as “dead men in wigs.”
4. You hear them sign off with: “10-4 Good Buddy. Over and out.”
5. Instead of pledge breaks, they waste your valuable time with advertisements.
6. The ad jingles feature the voice of Mike Tyson.
7. They discuss the Olympics, and it somehow has to do with getting into heaven.
8. New concepts are introduced with the word “Dude!”
9. They list Monty Python as a rare and endangered species.
Dude! Monty Python IS a rare species. Better flick to that station. Around here, it’s 91.7 FM, WUGA.
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October 17, 2009 at 2:29 pm
· Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged autumn foliage, Blue Ridge Mountains, Blue Ridge Parkway, family outing, God's creation, mountain splendor, paying taxes, Rabun Bald, senior citizen, spring flowers
Thank God for the Blue Ridge Parkway. I don’t think it could be built now. The land would already be developed into vacation home lots, or we couldn’t destroy some threatened wild animal’s habitat. But since it’s there, for the price of a drive in the car, it is not only those physically capable of a strenuous three-hour hike that can see the glory of God’s creation—tier after tier of mountains rolling into paler shades of blue, the seasonal beauty of rustling orange leaves or of delicate pink blossoms. Of course, God’s glory is evident in each flower that blooms, but it is even more uplifting to me when I see it on the grand scale of a mountain view.
Now why am I extolling the beauty of the Blue Ridge? Have I just returned from a drive there? No, on the contrary, I have just returned from a strenuous, and for me a 5-hour, hike to the top of Rabun Bald. I’m glad I went. I got to walk with my son who arranged the trip, accompanied me slowly up the trail, and talked with me both encouragingly and humorously all the way. The view from the tower at the summit was beautiful, and we got some good photos. It was worth the effort as a family outing, but I’ll probably never do it again. My lungs labored on the way up, and my legs ached on the way down. In case you’re interested, I feel fine now that I’m home.
But not everybody can hike—the especially young and the extra old included. As I am already a senior citizen, I empathize with those who cannot trudge for a day to see mountain splendor. I am grateful that those who had the vision to create the Blue Ridge Parkway also had the power to do so and built it. I will happily pay taxes to maintain it.
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October 13, 2009 at 10:04 am
· Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged annual check-up, Candy, chickens, chickens and dogs, family farm, goats and chickens, guardian angel, keeping chickens, thankful, vet tech, veterinarian, white chickens
In the veterinarian’s office for Daisy’s annual check-up, Glory overheard the vet tech Candy talking about her animals at home. She apparently lived on her family’s farm. “The goats and chickens get along fine,” she said. Glory pricked up her ears. “And my rabbits are happy in their little hutches. They don’t try to run off when I put them out on the ground.” Glory had often seen how very loving Candy was with her cat and dog patients.
“How do your dogs act around the chickens?” another worker asked.
“Very gentle.” Candy answered. “I let the chickens go everywhere during the day, and the dogs seem to know to leave them alone. Except for Scout. He thinks he’s their guardian angel and he keeps watch over them. It’s really cute, he’s so dedicated.”
Glory asked Candy how many chickens she had and whether she could take another one. When Candy heard about the desperately lonely Green, she agreed to let him join her flock. Hers were brown egg-layers and smaller than the giant Green rooster, but she thought he’d fit in. Glory promised to bring Green to the vet’s office the next day in a big box just as Candy got off work, so she could take him right home.
Once she got home, though, Glory had misgivings. “Maybe they won’t accept a different kind of chicken. Maybe I’ll even miss him,” she worried.
“He’s pretty miserable here,” Steve reminded her. “Unless you want to make him part of the family and let him in the house at night, he won’t be happy.”
“That’s not funny! I can’t do that.”
“Well there you are then. Sounds to me like Candy offers a solution, and you might as well be thankful.”
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