Archive | January 2017

My First Ever Book Review

Andrew Joyce

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This book was recommended to me by a friend and I must admit that it’s not my usual kind of read. But I thought I’d give it a chance. Right off the bat, I had two favorite characters, Abby and Sam. The author drew me in with good writing, excellent pacing, and an antagonist that had me turning pages at an alarming rate. I had to find out what the dastardly villain would do next!

Our hero, Abby, has a lot to contend with. Her mother has died some time ago and her father has now disappeared. She is shipped off to a new town where she’ll have to start a whole new life. All this in the first few pages. But then her problems really begin.

My only regret is that I don’t have a young daughter to share this with. This is the perfect book for young girls…

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Zoe and Friends: One Strange Adventure…

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

profile-pic_my-name-is-zoeHello Fans and Friends in the land of Zen! My name is Zoe and I write stories for your amusement. I hope you all enjoyed the holidays. Emily and I send you our warmest wishes for health and happiness in the coming New Year. Wait! Now that I’ve put that down on paper, it occurs to me: That’s the silliest sentiment ever, isn’t it? I mean, why wish good health and happiness for only a year? I guess one could argue that the wishes get renewed every year, and so an annual greeting is just dandy, but, think about it. What if I got hit by a truck tomorrow? Just sayin’ . . .

Alrighty then, enough of that. I better get on with this month’s story, which I’d like to tell in a slightly different way. Every now and then, I fancy myself a poet – you know, kind…

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Introducing: Sunrise Editing Services…

Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog

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My name is Andrew Joyce and I write books for a living. I’ve been lucky enough to have three of my books become best-sellers on Amazon, and two of them have won prestigious awards. I only tell you this because I want you to know that I am serious about my writing and will not publish a book until it is free of errors, and that means not until it has been edited many, many times.

I am also associated with another writer that you may have heard of, the famous (or infamous) Danny the Dog. He is also serious about his writing.

One thing both Danny and I agree on is that a writer cannot edit his or her own work.

Let me repeat that: YOU CANNOT EDIT YOUR OWN WORK!

Excuse me for yelling, but it is important that I get that thought through to you.

The number…

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Andrew Joyce, #Author

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Andrew Joyce is the best-selling author of the Huck Finn series and Yellow Hair. He is currently working on his is next book, tentatively entitled, Mick Reilly. I’m thrilled to have him as my guest today. Welcome, Andrew! 

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Tell us a little about yourself.  Ain’t much to tell. I write books and I like to drink vodka a little too much. Oh, and I live on a boat (have been for forty-two years) with my dog, Danny. I mean I’ve been living on boats that long, not that Danny is forty-two. But to hear him complain, you would think he was that old.

What is the title and genre of your latest book?  Yellow Hair. Yellow HairHistorical Fiction

Tell us a little about Yellow Hair. Through no fault of his own, a young man is thrust into a new culture just at the time that…

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The Swamp

And I thought my human’s story (“Twenty Questions”) was creepy. If The Swamp is fiction, thanks to Mr. Joyce for sharing his talent. If he actually lived this, I’m so glad he lived *through* it…what a harrowing experience!

Andrew Joyce

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When I got into the car, he told me to call him Teddy Bear. It was 3:00 a.m. and I was hitchhiking. I was grateful when I saw the brake lights come on and the car stop about thirty feet from where I was standing. The car itself was not visible because the fog at that time in the morning was so thick.

As I’ve said, I was to call the driver Teddy Bear, which didn’t strike the seventeen-year-old boy, which I was at the time, as a strange or unreasonable request. The road was a deserted two-lane affair that ran right through a swamp, which accounted for the excessive fog. I was damn glad he had happened along. It was mighty wet and cold, standing out there on the side of the road.

Because of the low visibility, we were going about twenty miles per hour and Teddy Bear…

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