Good Girl by Angela L. Lindseth

For my little River dog…

Background photo: Vargazs/Pixabay, CC0.
Manipulation and design layout: Elizabeth Stark

Thirty years ago Angela played with the idea of a book while looking out from an abandoned fire tower in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Since that time, she has stumbled her way through life. She obtained her Geological Engineering degree, but ditched that for an electrician’s license. She’s worked a variety of jobs but never found the one that fit.

The skeleton of that story never left her. Today, she has a finished novel and a published collection of flash fiction called Sanity’s Threshold. Finding her calling has opened her imagination and a multitude of words have poured onto the page.

Her flash fiction ranges from dark and twisted, to sad and sappy. For more of her work visit her website and Facebook author page.

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Growing Old – Guest Post by Angela Lindseth

Thank you Rhetoric Askew for the guest blog spot!

Rhetoric Askew

It’s a creaky, old house; low ceilings, uneven floors, not a speck of insulation, but I call it home. I will be here for many years, not because I have to, but because I want to. Not because I don’t have a choice, but because I do have a choice. It’s my place. I’m at peace with it.

The house, like me, is aging and hopefully, with grace. We’ve deteriorated with time. We sag and need a new coat of paint. Each summer it’s harder to trim the hedges and the lawn doesn’t get mowed. Upkeep is a struggle, and we’re not willing participants.

Every winter I huddle in front of the Dearborn furnace, probably original with the house, which cooks my skin while it’s on and requires a sweater when it’s off.

It’s hard growing old and yet so easy at the same time. It’s not until I look…

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7 Tips To Increase Website Traffic

Jay Colby

Sometimes it seems extremely hard to get those first 100 visitors to your website or blog it can be frustrating and overwhelming when this happens. In most cases this happens when you are just creating your first content and you just don’t know how to generate traffic. I can speak from personal experience when I first created my site I had no idea how to gain traffic or where to start. When I started to research I found there were many ways to accomplish this some worked pretty well and others were not effective.  So in today’s post I’m going to share seven ways to increase traffic to your website or blog.

1. Facebook groups:

Facebook is a great promotion tool whether you’re in the B2B or B2C industry. Facebook Group promotion in my experience gives more traffic than a fan page. Group promotion not only helps to target right…

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Marketing, My Nemesis


I don’t care what people say, writing the book is the easy part.  By far the biggest challenge is marketing. Go ahead, write a hundred books, it won’t matter if people can’t find it.

Even if you are traditionally published, you will be expected to do a major portion of the marketing and that doesn’t just mean a social media presence.

I found this great article from Submittable. It has great ideas like:

  • Search Engine Marketing/Optimization
  • Unconventional PR
  • Social and Display Ads
  • Targeting Blogs
  • Trade Shows
  • Email Marketing.

and so much more great info! Let’s get busy!

Traction: Treating your Book like a Startup or 19 Ways For Writers and Publishers to Get Readers

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Sanity’s Threshold: Slivers of a Twisted Mind by Angela L. Lindseth

Thanks so much for the review! Love the kind words. The idea of an introduction is perfect and I will include that on my next collection.

This Is Not Hitchhikers Guide

I won a copy of Sanity’s Threshold: Slivers of a Twisted Mind during a book launch party on Facebook.  Not my standard disclaimer, but take it for what it’s worth.

 Sanity’s Threshold: Slivers of a Twisted Mind by Angela L. Lindseth is a collection of flash fiction pieces.  Some of the stories are close to complete short stories.  Others are no more than one hundred words or so.  The main themes of the collection run along the lines of dark fantasy and horror.  A few are just plain odd.


I loved how much emotion Lindseth packed into each piece.  I don’t think I found one lacking in that aspect.  They were strong and poignant in just a short handful of words.  I would love to know how Lindseth perfected that skill.  On this score alone, I would recommend this…

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Check out my flash fiction piece from Sanity’s Threshold which is still available on Amazon

Rhetoric Askew

Our days are numbered. The fireball in the sky will make sure of that. It’s too bright to look at, but I stole a peek through my fingers. The glowing sphere is larger than the sun; yet it’s light years away. Keplar’s Supernova, in 1604, was the last time something like this was recorded. It was 20,000 light years away and visible in the daytime for three weeks. That little kitten has nothing on this tiger.

I don’t go outside anymore. My air conditioner hums at full speed, on the coldest setting. The house shimmers with heat. I touch a wall and feel the heat fight its way through the plaster. I wonder how long the power grid is going to hold up under this much strain. My guess is, not long. Already I hear the drag of the motor as it tries to stay ahead of the temperature.


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The Elephant in the Room — Colleen – 12/1/2016

I love the ladies of One Year of Letters. Their writing is thoughtful and talented

One Year of Letters

elephant-dungThe Elephant in the Room

1 December 2016

You may have noticed the long period of silence from One Year of Letters. In addition to the individual pressures keeping us from our beloved keyboards, we’ve all been reeling from the results of the American election. I can’t speak for the rest of my team, but I’ve spent much of the past two months absorbed in anxious hand-wringing and reading. Lots and lots of reading.

And lots of unpleasant social media confrontations.

I dislike confrontation, which may seem ironic to you, considering how frequently I use One Year of Letters to call out hate and injustice. You see, for writers it’s much, much easier to orate than to argue. We can say what we like on our own platform, and we hope what we say somehow resonates with you. Sometimes you even write to affirm it. Online forums, on the other…

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Three Squeezes


Three squeezes.

I give her finger three squeezes, my tiny, hand not big enough to reach across her palm. It’s an unspoken caress in a household full of distance and cold words. Her digits are firm, strong, and confident, just what a shy, little girl needs.

Three squeezes.

I’m too old to hold her hand now, but old enough to take advantage. Just another dumb teenager trying to pretend I know my way around the world. She has my back, while I’m blinded by youth’s stupidity.

Three squeezes.

She’s there for me whenever I need her, unconditional love despite my imperfections and obvious downfalls. I’ve aged and see that I’ve neglected her love but don’t know how to redeem myself. Although we don’t say the words, we know the feelings run deep.

Three squeezes.

Her hand, frail and so thin I can see the blood pumping through her veins. Folds of loose skin have replaced the muscle and tendon that once wrapped around her bone. So weak, so lost in the disease. She looks at me with hollow eyes, vacant except for the pain. She gathers her strength for her final three words, words we never spoke, yet shouted to each other.

Three squeezes.

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Political Crack Undone


I cried when I awoke to the fact that donald will be president. I refuse to call him president-elect. I refuse to use his surname. He doesn’t dignify capitalization of his first name. When he does something I can back, something I can be proud of, I might start using the capital ‘D’ but until then, nope.

I have never been a political person, and I don’t know why or what changed. Okay, that’s wrong, because I do know. donald. I have to hand it to him, he knows how to draw a crowd. He knows how to work folks into a frenzy.  He made me political, and for that, I’m not sure if I should thank him or not. He was my political crack.

I was happy in my little bubble of ignorance. My apathy surrounded me like a good bourbon warms the heart. I liked the way things just happened around me without my input.

Now I’m a mess. I have problems sleeping at night. I worry about Russia and the Keystone Pipeline. Many of my concerns are about issues that don’t have any consequences for me, but they can vastly hurt so many: LGBT equality, woman’s health (I’m post-menopausal), climate change (I would pray for my children, but that’s a whole other issue.), just to name a few.

For fuck’s sake. This isn’t me! I’ve spent most of my life in hedonistic pleasures, denying reality because none of it affected me. Up until now, I was more concerned with marijuana law reformation that NAFTA. Not really, but you get my point, right? All of a sudden, I feel like the country is living on the brink of disaster, but we have no clue from which direction it will come. Civil unrest? Global warming? Nuclear war? Now I know how those end-of-the-worlders feel.

By now lots of you have quit reading, but for those of you who haven’t, we are kindred spirits, are we not? I’m at such a loss. It’s hard to watch the news when every day, hell, every hour, there is some new transgression going on with the transition team. Appointing an Alt-Right elite is just the tip of the iceberg. His children are a key part of that team. What the fucking fuck! Can’t anyone see the ginormous conflict of interest, here? Do any of his supporters even care?

I absolutely believe that many of them think they are not racist, but they are okay with him being one. They don’t think that assaulting women is okay, but they are okay if he did it. Rating a woman based on their appearance is calling it like it is, but they wouldn’t want their child doing it.

I don’t even know what my point is. Is it too late? In so many ways, yes. He is our next president, but that doesn’t mean we should become complacent. His actions must be scrutinized every step of the way just like Hillary’s emails. A man accused of assault will be occupying the White House. I am NOT okay with this. I will NOT stop posting the facts. I will NOT give up hope.

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History/Origins of Steampunk

Doing some research for my new novella, The Contraption. I need to steampunk it up more. It deals with the horrendous topic of conversion therapy. It will be laced with horror and a dash of romance.

Steampunk, before it became the full-blown sub-culture it is today, started out as a science-fiction sub-genre in the 1970s.  Its fundamental inspirations go all the way back to 19th century Victorian writers, such as Jules Verne (author of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea) and H.G. Wells (author of The Time Machine).  Their tales of steam-powered dirigibles and Victorian-age settings have inspired, a century later, an aesthetically motivated and imaginatively driven alternative history in which the technology of the Victorian age reigns supreme over that of modern technology.

Steampunk also plucked from the feathers of a specific genre of Dime Novels from the 19th century.  Dime Novels were very popular during this time because, as suggested by its title, these novels were very cheap.  They were more often than not targeted at lower-income readers, those with a less sophisticated taste.  Thus, the books were full of melodramatic romance and adventure, much like harlequin novels of today.  There is evidence of Steampunk elements in the Dime Novels known as “Edisonades.”

An Edisonade, often appealing to a younger crowd, is an adventure of steam creatures and their inventors. One of the earliest examples of this type of Dime Novel is “The Steam Man of the Prairies” by Edward S. Ellis.  This story would set many precedents of plot and theme for most others to come. It has been said by some that with this novel, “Steampunk was born.” One of the the more well-known examples is “The Steam House” by Jules Verne.  Published in 1880, this story follows the travels of British colonists by way of a gigantic steam-powered elephant.

Like much having to do with Steampunk, its history has its debatable origins.  It is difficult to pinpoint exactly where the sub-genre’s first authors truly got their inspiration. What is known, however, is that the inspiration was clearly taken from the Victorian Age (1837-1901). The Steampunk movement reaches directly into the pocket of Victorian England and predicts what the world would be like today had its inhabitants and inventors prevailed over modern technology.

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