Passage on the Titanic - trailer for Anita Stansfield's new book!

My sister won a Kindle... I'm hoping her magic assimilates to me by related DNA, because I'm posting this trailer so I have a chance to win!

The Kindness of Jeffrey Scott Savage

Jeffrey Scott Savage, who just signed with Harper Collins after beginning with little Utah based Covenant publishers, is a kind man. He spent time talking to me at LTUE ("Life, the Universe, and Everything" held at Utah Valley University.) His kindness was greatly appreciated, especially since he's a busy guy.
I've actually heard stories of other big name authors who leave book signings early because they are too tired or annoyed with the lines of people, or who ignore other writers as being beneath them. I know a few authors who've made it big and I've seen an aloofness in some of them. Perhaps rightly so, as they may get more attention than they want. But Jeff has managed to find that rare balance of professionalism and kindness.
As I was getting ready to leave the conference the next day, that very same Jeff Savage passed me in the hall without acknowledging me. But I didn't mind. Of course he didn't see me. He was deep in conversation with another conference attendee, a man whose face was set with determination as he conversed with Jeff aabout his writing dreams.
I couldn't help smiling as I turned away.

Lost and Not Found



I seem to have a habit of losing things. For example, I must clip my keys to some large object, preferably one I carry with me, in order to severely cut the risk of losing them. (I once found my keys in a garbage can!) I recently lost a shirt that I was determined to keep track of. (No, it wasn't the one I was wearing. It's not even mine! Someone else lost it!) Now I've lost some Very Important Papers that I saw only yesterday. Where, oh, where could they be? They are not in the vicinity of where I last saw them. They are not where they are supposed to be. (I sometimes subconsciously put things away. Good for me.)
This losing-stuff business is the very reason I carry paper with me everywhere, even having some handy at my bedside. I must capture writing ideas before they are lost. Which makes me wonder all over again...where do things go when they are lost?