We just received this exciting news from our author, Terry R Barca —
“It has been more than a year since my ninth book (Keeper Of Secrets) was published — that’s a long time between drinks. I won’t bore you with the reasons for the long delay, but the good news is that Sam and Scarlett have their second book going live on the 28th of July. You can go to Smashwords, Amazon and iBooks and download a sample. All retailers are now taking pre-orders, so get in quick before stocks run out — just kidding. You can read Sam and Scarlett’s first book, THE LONG WEEKEND for free and see how they met and fell in love in the midst of a murder mystery. The stories in BULLET TO THE HEART will mean a lot more to you if you have read their first book, but even if you haven’t, you will still enjoy them. Find out why someone is trying to kill Sam. Be a part of the characters that were in Sam’s life before he married Scarlett.
Some things are worth waiting for — BULLET TO THE HEART – Sam Bennett’s Case files, is one of those things.”
Terry R Barca
BULLET TO THE HEART eBook links:
Now you can LISTEN to Keeper of Secrets as well as read it.
WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL is excited to announce that all of Terry R Barca’s books are being turned into audiobooks — it’s a long process and we want them to be just right so you will gain the extra excitement of listening to the author read his own creations.
The first book to be released on audio will be Keeper of Secrets — distribution is in the works and it will be available from the ‘big three’, Amazon, iTunes, and Audiobooks, as well as a heap of other distributors.
Written With A Pencil is also negotiating with BOLINDA which is Australia’s largest audiobook retailer. Naturally, we want an Aussie author, who writes about Melbourne, to be a part of a great Australia audiobook company.
We will keep you posted on links and new audiobooks as they become available.
You will understand how excited we are. Lots of work to do yet, so excuse us while we get back to it.
Hard at work on the next audiobook.
All work and no dog walk makes for a grumpy author.
Alone but not lonely.
Everyone, especially small black dogs, needs time by themselves.
I’m lucky, I live very close to the ocean, so naturally my favourite place to be alone is walking along the beach. Sometimes, this presents a bit of a challenge. Firstly, I have to slip away from home without being noticed. My mistress doesn’t like me ‘wandering around’ as she calls it. Secondly, my friends know I love the beach, so they often go there and look for me. I Like my friends, most of the time, but when I need to be alone, I need to be alone. I usually have a short conversation and then tell them I need to be somewhere. That way no one gets their feelings hurt.
There is something about the sites, sounds and smells of the beach that puts my mind at rest. I feel like I can walk all day and all night. Of course, I can’t. Eventually, my paws get sore, but you know what I mean.
Sometimes I find interesting things on these long walks.
I’m not really looking, but sometimes these little things find me.
I found a slipper once.
It was a bit soggy and covered in sand, and I wondered where the other one was. Also, what happened to the person who owned the slipper?
As you can see, when I go walking I have profound thoughts.
I played with the slipper for a little while, then I remembered that I needed to travel. That’s what we dogs call it, travelling. Humans call it going for a walk, and I think they see it as a burden. We don’t, we love it. It’s not that we need to be anywhere it’s just that we love to travel.
If I have enough time and I know that my mistress will not miss me, I can walk all the way to the rocks at the far end of the beach.
It’s a special place.
At high tide, the waves crash over the rocks and make the most amazing sound.
At low tide, some of the water stays behind in the little pools. Some very tiny creatures like to live in those small pools. I wonder how they survive when the waves are crashing over them. At the very least they must get a headache. Sometimes I worry about them, but then I remember that they have their own lives to live.
I have to be careful when I’m playing on the rocks because the edges can be very sharp. I have cut my paw on more than one occasion, and it makes for a very uncomfortable walk back to my home. Of course, I get a lot of sympathy from my mistress even though she is very angry with me for slipping away. I love it when she is in full-on nurse mode. I don’t much like having my paws bandaged, but I do enjoy the attention.
My mistress can sometimes be distracted for a very long time with her work, and I get left out. She tries not to ignore me, but she is an artist and artists tend to disappear into their work. I love that she reads me her stories and asks me what I think. I love all her stories, so I always bark with appreciation. She says I should be harder on her, but I can’t help it, I love her writing.
As I said, all sorts of things wash up on the beach and not just slippers.
Sometimes I bring things home to show my mistress, but I try to avoid the smelly things because she really doesn’t like that.
The happiest she has ever been was when I brought her home a small bottle which had a note inside.
The bottle had a cork in the top, and my mistress said it was amazing that was still there. The note inside the green glass bottle was perfectly dry. My mistress said the handwriting was tiny and difficult to read without a magnifying glass. It was written by a young girl who lives many miles up the coast.
The little green bottle had been bobbing around in the water for more than a year.
My mistress wrote to the little girl and told her that she had found the bottle, which wasn’t strictly true because I found the bottle, but she said she didn’t mention me because she didn’t want to complicate things.
I don’t feel like a complication.
The little girl was very excited that someone had found her bottle and read her message. She was extra excited because the person who read the message was a famous author. My mistress put a special emphasis on the word ‘famous’.
She told me that she would take me to visit the little girl one day and introduce me as the person who found her bottle. I’m really looking forward to that journey and not just because I get to ride in my mistress’s car.
I like little girls.
They are fun to play with except when they try to dress me up.
A dog must have some dignity.
Hopefully, she won’t be that kind of little girl.
I’ve been searching through my collection of found objects because I want to take the little girl something special.
So far I have to choose between a large red button, an unusually shaped piece of driftwood, and one leg off the plastic doll.
I’m having terrible trouble deciding.
If it were me I would like the plastic doll leg, but I’m a dog, and she’s a little girl, so I’m not sure what she will like.
Maybe if I go for a long walk along the beach, the answer will come to me.
Walking along the beach is a great place to think about stuff.
I wonder what I will find today?