Archive | April 2017

Zoe Meets the Irish Gang…

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Dear friends and fans of mine, I’ve had a wonderful adventure and I can’t wait to tell you about it! My story cannot begin, though, until I tell you one historical fact: My name is Zoe the Fabulous Feline, I live with Emily, and I write about our adventures . . . well, my adventures. Emily never has any. With that out of the way, on to my latest adventure!

It had its start on a beautiful day during New England’s recent run of un-winter-like winter weather. The tops of the trees in our backyard were swaying slightly, hinting of a gentle breeze blowing over the land. (Do not be surprised, dear reader. Cats can wax poetic when the mood strikes.) The sun was shining brightly, and I was—as usual—inside, basking in the sun’s warmth through the glass of our deck doors, when I decided that I’d had it. It…

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This entry was posted on April 12, 2017. 7 Comments

Tommy “The Rat” Callahan (A Love Story)

A rat??? Let me at ‘im! :::Cheshire grin:::: Good story, Mr. Joyce!

Andrew Joyce

Tommy “The Rat” Callahan was a small-time Irish hood from South Boston. He was known as “The Rat” because of his rather long, pinched nose and his beady eyes that were set too close together. In short, Tommy looked like a rat. And the fact that he was not above ratting out a comrade to advance his own position added to the mystique of “The Rat.” He had no family except his sister, who he idolized.

Tommy was on to the caper of all capers, if only he did not fuck it up as he usually did. Tommy had learned, quite by accident of course, where there was one hundred large—one hundred thousand dollars to the rest of us—kept in a safe. He had cased the joint, and it looked like a breeze. All he needed was a cracksman to handle the safe. Once again, to us law-abiding citizens, a…

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Daily Writing Prompt: Denial

I love this post! If a cat could giggle, I’d be giggling my tail off about now! Thanks, Aoibha.

Aoibha Walsh

via Daily Prompt: Denial

She sat at her desk, trying to enclose the sudden outburst of giggles

Each one of her friend looking her way,

trying to conceal it themselves

Deny it, Deny it She repeatedly said to herself

Yet no amount of denial could control her

She laughed out loud, as everyone joined in

The teacher too,

The world around her began to spin.

A quick insight to my sudden outbursts of giggles in class. The weirdest things trigger them and once I start I can never stop yet I try to kill them off before they get out. What happens then is usually my face goes red and I laugh my head off. It’s quite comical sometimes!

~Aoibha xx


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This entry was posted on April 7, 2017. 1 Comment

#BLOGGER INTERVIEW – Christopher Graham, The Story Reading Ape

Entertaining interview with my favorite ape, and every writer’s best friend. Happy Anniversary, Chris!


The Story Reading ApeChris Graham  is much admired, respected, and appreciated in the blogging world. His indefatigable support of authors and bloggers is rivaled by few others. The Story Reading Ape‘s 4th blog anniversary is April 4th, and I can think of no better way to show my appreciation than by featuring him on my blog. Here’s to you, Mr. Ape! May you live long and prosper. I’m also putting energy out there for you to win the lottery 😊

Follow Chris’ blog  HERE 

When did you start blogging and what prompted you to do so?  

I started blogging on April 4th 2013 after reading authors’ pleas (on Goodreads) for promotional opportunities on blogs. 

What moved you to choose an ape as your gravatar and online presence? 

My Most favourite author was (and still is) Terry Pratchett, who once stated, “The anthropologists got…

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This entry was posted on April 3, 2017. 6 Comments

A Letter to Hollywood…


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A New York copywriter by the name of Robert Pirosh quit his well-paid job and headed for Hollywood in 1934, determined to begin the career of his dreams as a screenwriter.

When he arrived, he gathered the names and addresses of as many directors, producers and studio executives as he could find and sent them what is surely one of the greatest, most effective cover letters ever to be written; a letter which secured him three interviews, one of which led to his job as a junior writer at MGM.

Fifteen years later, Pirosh won an Oscar for best original screenplay for his work on the war film Battleground.

A few months after that, he also won a Golden Globe.

Dear Sir:

I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like…

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Enjoyed Geronimo’s telling of his family life and the brief telling of the legends his parents shared with him and his siblings, very interesting. But also….so sad, so many tragedies–and the question is why…for what?

Andrew Joyce

These are Geronimo’s own words as dictated to S. M. Barrett in 1905.


I, Geronimo, was born in Nodoyohn Canyon, Arizona, June 1829.

In that country which lies around the head waters of the Gila River, I was reared. This range was our fatherland; among these mountains our wigwams were hidden; the scattered valleys contained our fields; the boundless prairies, stretching away on every side, were our pastures; the rocky caverns were our burying places.

I was fourth in a family of eight children, four boys and four girls. Of that family, only myself, my brother, Porico, and my sister, Nahdaste , are yet alive. We are held as prisoners of war in this Military Reservation.

As a babe I rolled on the dirt floor of my father’s tepee, hung in my tsoch at my mother’s back, or suspended from the bough of a tree. I was warmed by…

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My name is Frank Grouard – Guest Post by Andrew Joyce…

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Frank Grouard was a real person (google him). I came across this remarkable document in 2012. The manuscript of which he spoke was never found, but Frank’s letter sent me off on a quest of my own.

The letter printed below was found in 1945, in the attic of an old New York City brownstone that was set for demolition. The man who found it was a worker on the project and he brought it home to show his wife and young daughter. When the man died in 2005, his daughter came across the letter while going through his things. She very kindly allowed me to make a copy of it when I told her about my plans of writing a book about the Sioux Nation and the injustices perpetrated against those noble people.

Here is the letter in its entirety along with two pictures of the man. The only…

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This entry was posted on April 2, 2017. 5 Comments

Dakota’s Defiance

Any friend of my human’s…..and all that jazz. :::Cheshire grin::::

Pete's Poetry

Mankind, I fear is losing

Its leaders, know not shame

They cast aside the helpless

The hopeless and the maimed

Their lawyers speak to justify

Their evil, soulless deeds

The lowly, all but crucified

Unheard, their childrens needs

Beaten, bruised and broken

We’ve thread our Trail of Tears

There’s nothing stood before us now

No greater hidden fears

As history repeats itself

A thousand times again

Our souls will not fall captive

To the wills of Godless men

Sing sweetly of your secrets

I hear whispered on the wind

Talk of tales regaled in folklore

Oh! Let heroes rise again

Tell proudly of the deeds men do

Though their bodies fall to dust

To rise above the ashes

To punish the unjust

Did it ever really matter

A people they forsake

A den of thieves and liars

The choice is theirs to make

Good people truly saddened

Thought less of…

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