The residents of Barrow, Alaska, don’t see the sun for the 67 days of polar night, but during the summer months, the midnight sun gives them 80 days of continuous sunlight. What is it like to live in this city at the top of the world?
The past holds secrets just waiting to be told that will reveal the truth about what really happened when two men disappeared. Will Dylan and Letty be able to clear their great-grandfathers’ names?
Would you prefer to have a picnic in the leas or in the lees? Do you look through a lends or a lens to take a picture? Would you play a liar or a lyre? Does a levee or a levy prevent flooding? Does lichen or liken grow on rocks and trees? Which one accompanies a thunderstorm: lightening or lightning?
Is bacon served with every meal in Bacon Level, Alabama? Was Deadhorse, Alaska named after a dead horse? Is it always Christmas in Santa Claus, Indiana and Santa Claus, Arizona? Is it a crime to eat your meals without ketchup in Ketchuptown, South Carolina?
When I was in my twenties, I worked as a receptionist in downtown Pittsburgh. At lunchtime I’d browse through little shops and big department stores, and I soon discovered there was a bookstore just a couple of blocks from my office.
Top Shelf Editing has created a new writers’ group on Facebook! I know what you’re thinking – there are so many groups for writers on here, why do I need to join another one? Well, this one is slightly different.
A close friend of mine in his eighties sent me his memoir in manuscript form. I found it fascinating as I’ve known the man thirty-five years. I had suggestions for him on perhaps reshaping it for a larger audience.
𝐴 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑉𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑠 takes you from the casinos of Las Vegas, Nevada to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco to the wineries of Sonoma, California. It is a story of a normal man with usual problems caught up in a situation where he has to break the law in order to remain a free man and prove he isn’t the guilty one.
Have you ever known anyone who when they talk just talk? They don’t gesticulate with their hands. Their eyes don’t roam around the room. They don’t pet their cat or dog. They don’t look through their mail. They just talk. They stare into your eyes and talk, their mind not going elsewhere. That’s just not normal under most circumstances, is it?
Imagine finding out that you’re dead, but you find this out while you’re alive. Kind of twisted, right? In this psychological thriller, Neve lives the last week of her life time and time again, trying to find out who killed her and to stop it from happening again.
