CALL FOR ENTRIES!

Call for your stories! I’m editing an anthology of dog focused tales, with the theme of taking our dogs on the road when camping and on road trips in the Southwest…What was most fun? Most challenging? Tell us of a specific incident that made you laugh or cry, that made you wish you’d left them at a Doggy spa or one that tempted you to adopt yet another dog. 

The book will be a mix of photos and articles and stories, available on Kindle and Amazon to start with, expanding as soon as possible to a bigger audience.

Word length of 150 – 2000. Images of 4 mgb or larger.

Contact me at revsleam@yahoo.com with “Roadtrips with dogs” in the title.

You can find me on Amazon, Rovers North, Google, Madrid Artists Quarterly and other places too numerous to mention. Oh, and FB there is a page called Roadtrips with dogs in the SW.

Thanks and pass this on!

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“Do What You Love” I said.

Rebecca, recently retired, sipped her wine as Suzy and I listened to her rambling on about looking for something to do. She talked about how she’d always wanted to try pottery, missed doing her weaving, etc etc. Suzy, a long term friend of hers perked up.

“Don’t you still have a loom?”
“Well, yes, but it’s too small. I want the full size, four feet atleast so I can use the peddles and my whole body. You know how I used to make the rugs? Well, Keith had some friends visit us last week and Jane gave us a hand made rug as a thank you and I”m so jealous. I want to do that again.” She finished her drink and talked more about what she ‘should’ do. I listened in and drank my beer as the two friends talked. They both used to weave and so talked of who in town has a loom, who’s done what recently.

“What are thinking about?” Rebecca woke me from my daydreaming.

“How alive you are, talking about weaving, the types of looms, the way your eyes are all lit up. I reckon you should try it, find another bigger loom, why not eh? You have the yurt you can set it up in, don’t you?”
Suzy and Rebecca grinned back at me and started brainstorming, both excited at the new direction, the old direction.

I keep thinking of this moment and ask myself the same thing. What do i really want to do? What makes me excited? Writing, road trips, camping, planning trips and reading maps, driving little used back roads, hiking with the dogs, that is what I love. So why not do what I love? Write and photograph my road trips with the dogs?

Driving the National Forest roads in my 1972 Land Rover, towing my 1947 Teardrop trailer, packed with dogs? Why not? yeah, why not?!

Reviewers Wanted!

Who here would be interested in reviewing my latest novel LIVING THE DREAM? I am looking for intelligent clear thinking, articulate writers who would like to review my book and have me write reviews for theirs. Are you a published writer? An author? If so, get in touch and let me know why you think this would work for us both okay? I’ll send you a kindle ready version of the novel and links to where it’s available online.
Thanks and let me know,

Sarah

Googling your own books is fun!

Createspace estore. https://www.createspace.com/5266256

In Santa Fe, NM: http://www.santafe.com/authors/sarah-leamy

On youtube, you can see videos of my home, animals, land rovers and even an interview! https://www.youtube.com/user/sarahleamy

Well, that should keep you going for a while, right? Thanks for looking! Take care, s

Radio Interview podcast for Living The Dream!

Honey Harris at KBAC just posted the link to the podcast from yesterdays interview. I haven’t listened yet. I thought it best to just post it first! Thanks Honey, KBAC and SantaFe.com for all your support over the years.

Which chapter is this from?

“Maybe walking to town wasn’t such a great idea.”

We huddled in the shade of a half dead tree. Mark’s nose was lobster red. My tongue stuck to my lips. The heat was relentless. I’d not slept well. Mark had a hangover. What a perfect first day in New Mexico, eh?

We’d spent the morning making plans, what to buy, what we needed, where to set up the tent – that kind of thing. Oh, and ice, we needed ice. I’d suggested walking to Oliver.

It hadn’t seemed that far in the truck, going as slow and steady as we’d driven, I’d figured a few miles at most. Now though was a whole different perspective.

We passed the dead dog again. For some reason, we both walked up close and examined the body closely.

“A boy,” said Mark with authority. He poked the body with a stick of dried cactus. I’d kept back in case it stank. It didn’t. My curiosity drove me nearer. I noticed the tuxedo style of white chest and black body. White paws on three feet. Thick dense fur and a long scrawny tail, the dog was pretty odd looking I have to say. I nodded wisely.

“Yep, a boy.”

We carried on walking for another ten minutes before taking a break. The water bottle was empty by then. I noticed that Mark’s navy blue shirt had large wet rings under his armpits. Mark looked at me strangely when he noticed me staring. “I hear something.”
“Uh huh.” I rolled my eyes.
“No, seriously. I can hear a car or a truck or something. Come on.” He stepped back out into the full day sun. June at midday was not going to be my favorite time of year, I decided. I followed my boyfriend and we started walking once more. The thought of a beer at the tavern kept me going, sort of.

Radio time with Honey Harris!

Interview with Honey on KBAC on March 11th at 10.30 am. Listen in at 98.1 if you are in Santa Fe or go to SantaFe.com for a live stream.

Honey is an amazing supporter of local writers, organizations and musicians. Well worth getting to know her show, hear her stories and find out about local and traveling creative people. Thanks Honey for all your love over the years!

http://www.santafe.com/authors/sarah-leamy