Sunday, March 31, 2013

#HappyEaster



To All My Fans,


Happy Easter! 
May you day be filled with gladness, friends, family and plenty of candy. 

-Allison Bruning-


Wednesday, March 27, 2013

#Ohio Has It All


Something New,
Something Old,
In America's Heartland

I've decided to end our daily blogging journey of odd holidays and Tudor Troubles in order to focus more on a topic that near and dear to my heart. When I began my writing career almost six years ago I never could have imagined that most of my stories would take place in my home state. Let's face it. I am in love with Ohio. My heart yearns for the state.

My family was one of the first families of Ohio. We arrived in Ohio soon after the end of the American Revolutionary War. My family has been given land in Ohio as part of my patriot's pension. We settled, helped organize Marion County and have never left. 

Ohio has a wonderful, vibrant history. I had recorded some of that history in my book Reflections: Poems and Essays. My latest book, Calico ( Book 1: Children of the Shawnee) takes place in Ohio during the middle of the 18th century. I have other projects in the works that take place in Ohio during different times periods. Armed with Ohio history and my family's stories I have plenty of things to write about. 

Ohio has it all and I'm proud to bring this eclectic history to you. Here is something to think about. 

Known as "The Mother of Presidents," Ohio has provided the United States with more presidents than any other state. 


Other famous Ohioans include:

Johnny Appleseed
The Wright Brothers
Neil Armstrong
Bob Hope
Dean Martin
Jack Nicklaus
and Roy Rogers


I will be blogging about Ohio culture, history and Native Americans of Ohio every week.

Tuesdays: Native Americans

Thursday: Ohio History

Sunday: Guest Postings or Ohio Trivia. 

You won't want to miss this. 


Friday, March 22, 2013

LET THE #SHAWNEE SPEAK!

Native American Indians
Painted by Mary Louise Holt
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March 22

Let The Shawnee Speak







My fans have asked for it and you shall have it.

Next month, Calico, will return to Amazon in paperback and ebook. Calico is book one of the Children of the Shawnee series. Here's what reviewers have said.

"The two main characters Calico and Little own stand out on their own, but the secondary characters make the book what it is. There is just enough suspense throughout the book dealing with the British and the French to keep the reader involved right to the end. In fact I read the book in two settings. The book does contain some scenes of rape and incest but they are not in a sensual or graphic detail. Occasional violence but nothing more than would happen in any novel pertaining to war among the whites and the Indian Nations." --- Lynn

"Calico has a strong cast of characters that Mrs. Bruning manages quite well. The story simmers along, gradually picking up speed and drawing you into the world just a little bit more with each event that takes place. Allison represents the Native Americans in a genuinely respectful, entertaining way that I found most humbling. As an author, I respect her ability to adhere to their ways and portray them so fearlessly. Her facts are stated with enough clarity and confidence that readers of any age can follow them. Calico is full of people dealing with real struggles, living real lives and loving in real ways. There is an element of romance that I found surprising and sweet." ---Princess Jen

"Calico is a fantastic love story filled with history. Her knowledge of the Shawnee Indians adds to this book. Authentic Shawnee vocabulary; though sometimes difficult for me to pronounce, was fantastic. You can tell that Bruning has done extensive research in this area for her book."
----- ANNETTE M GUERRIERO.

Calico is written from the Shawnee's perspective although the main character is white. I really enjoyed writing this book and am grateful for all the high praise it has received. There are alot of characters whose back stories intertwine to present the present situation that Calico finds herself in. Much of her circumstances are out of her control yet Calico must learn to overcome them.

I have decided to allow Calico's family stories to be told in a series of series. Here is the breakdown.

Gaelic Twist of Fate series - Calico's grandmother. We follow her grandmother's story in Ireland and how she raised Alexander and Anna despite the struggles she faced there. Her family was Irish Catholic and her husband, Anglican. How will Kathleen preserve her Irish hertiage and Catholic faith through her children while her British Anglican husband demands his children comply with his culture?

A New World - Calico's mother. This series follows Calico's mother, Anne, as she and Alexander are forced to start a new life in the Kentucky wilderness. We'll follow Anne as she spies against the French only to fall in love with the enemies' commander, Duke Francious Dubious. How will Anne escape from her controlling father and begin a new life with a man she shouldn't trust?

Children of the Shawnee - This series belongs to Calico. We'll follow her as she lives through the American Revolutionary War.

There will be two more series with the perspective of the Shawnees and their struggles with losing their way of life. The next one will be about Calico's daughter and how she supports her brother as her family fights with Techumseh.

The last series will be about Calico's granddaughter.



Thursday, March 21, 2013

#Poetry: Keeping It Alive For Future Generations

Ink jar and quills
By: Charles Standford
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March 21

World Poetry Day




Happy World Poetry Day! World Poetry Day was declared an international holiday on March 21, 1999 by the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO). It purpose is to promote writing, publishing, reading and teaching poetry internationally. 

Ms. Irina Bokova, the General Director of the UNESCO stared in her address today, 

"Poetry is one of the purest expressions of linguistic freedom. It is a component of the identity of peoples and it embodies the creative energy of culture, for it can be continuously renewed. The power of poetry is transmitted from generation to generation, in the hallowed texts of great authors and in the works of anonymous poets. We are duty bound to transmit this heritage - the legacy of Homer, Li Bai, Tagore, Senghor and countless others - for it bears living witness to the countless diversity of humanity.  We, in turn, must tend it to bear fruit, as a source of linguistic wealth and dialoque."

You can learn more about International Poetry Day at http://www.un.org/en/events/poetryday/index.shtml

Poetry is a great way to express your inner emotions that are hard to articulate. They are also a great writing tool to use when you are trying to dig deeper into your characters. You can feel the heart and soul of your characters if you write a poem from their perspective. 

Writing poetry can be used to heal emotionally. Poetry allows you to dig deep into your innermost thoughts where you are forced to confront your emotions. It can be a painful experience but once it's on paper there is a cathartic release. The pain, joy, and any other emotion you were hiding now resides on the paper and not in your heart. Once you have it on paper you can burn the paper as a response that you are letting go of the pain. I have done this several times. 

In honor of International Poetry Day I would like to share with you one of my favorite poems from my new book, Reflections: Poems and Essays

I wrote this after my Grandmother Carr died. 


Grandma

The thought of death doesn’t elude me
As I sit upon the hard, cold ground
Just beside your tombstone
Beckoning my sorrows
I never thought this day would come

Life without you, Grandma
Seems so unbearable
Why did you leave me?
Memories of the joyous days
we shared fill my mind
The past my friend
The future without you, my enemy.
Oh how I will miss your
 Laughter, wisdom, and love.

My heart cries with sorrow!
Who will sing to me the songs of long ago?
Who will listen to my stories?
Who will share a strawberry shake with me?
Who will I confide my secrets to?
Now that you are gone?

Grandma, Oh Grandma!
You taught me life-long lessons
And showered me with unconditional love
You laid the foundations of my faith
And taught me to chase my dreams

A world without you
How can I go on?
My guide and friend
Blessed by all who called you their grandmother
You possessed a gentle heart
Kind spirit and unyielding faith
Mourned by many
Yet only a few truly knew you

You, my gracious wise grandmother
Rest with the angels now
Reconnected with those who have gone on before you
Never forgotten and always loved

I shall be the woman you want me to become.
Never forgetting you 
or the lessons you have taught me
Grandma, O Grandma
Your time has come. 

#EarthDay - Hope For The Future

Earth - Global Elevation Model with Satellite Imagery (Version 2)
By: Kevin M.Gill
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March 20

International Earth Day









Today is a very important international holiday, International Earth Day. Some of you may be looking at this screen with a confused look on your face. Earth Day? Isn't that in April this year? Americans will celebrate Earth Day on April 22nd. Today's holiday differs in that the today is an international event. 

Chief Seattle of the Duwamish tribe once said, "We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children." 

The United States Census Bureau claims there are 7.074 billion in our world. The UN claims the world's population hit the 7 billion mark on October 31, 2011. Here is a breakdown of the worldwide population growth since we had hit the 1 billion mark in 1804 via wikipedia at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_population.


As you can see by the chart, our population continues to grow at an astounding rate. With a great population comes the need for land, water and other resources. Unfortunately, we have not been wise stewards with this beautiful planet we call home. 

International Earth Day reminds us to conserve our resources and use them wisely. We cannot pollute our earth and if we want to create a better environment for the future generations then we need to start now.

You can learn more about International Earth Day at http://www.earthsite.org

#Amazon #Bestselling Author Madison Johns

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March 19

Granny's Got A Gun




Look out world. 

Granny's armed and she knows how to use her gun. 

We'll be taking a break from our Tudor Troubles today so that I can introduce you to another amazing author, Madison Johns. Madison is the bestselling author of the book Armed and Outrageous. Her genres include horror, mystery and romance. I've asked her to tell us about her latest book Grannies, Guns, and Ghosts.  

About The Book

Senior snoop, Agnes Barton, has taken up residence in a Winnebago at a campground in East Tawas, Michigan. It’s not the ideal place for a woman of seventy-two to live, but she’s making do. She had planned to start a detective agency with partner in crime, Eleanor Mason, but a snag with the license has them free wheeling it, not that it matters because they are the ones folks call when dead bodies turn up.

A frantic phone call has Agnes and Eleanor racing to the scene of yet another crime scene. Herman Butler has fallen to his death from a third story window, and the widow, Betty Lou, is besides herself with either grief or competing for the Oscars, and it’s up to Agnes and Eleanor to unravel the mystery, which gets more interesting when a ghost is listed as a possible suspect.

This time around, Agnes and Sheriff Peterson can agree, the widow is nuts, but wait, a few days later the ghost ship, Erie Board of Trades, was spotted off the shores of Lake Huron. Ghost hunters, G.A.S.P., hightail it into town, and East Tawas is overrun with ghost sightings.

Agnes and Eleanor must sort fact from fantasy before another body is found or a curse is realized.


Excerpt


I, Agnes Barton, of sound mind and body, promise not to throttle my partner in crime, Eleanor Mason, no matter how much she tries to get a rise out of me. 

I must have lost my mind when I decided to partner with Eleanor in our new detective agency, Pink Ladies. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Truth be known, she had saved my life. I wonder if I'll ever hear the last of that? Oh, who was I fooling, she’s the only one I’d want to snoop with. While we are quite the odd couple, we’re also a great team. So what if the official paperwork and licenses are out of date, that won’t stop us from investigating whatever we had a mind to.

Charter Arms couldn't have made a better pistol than The Pink Lady. What woman wouldn’t love a pink, ultra-lightweight .38 Special. It’s perfect for women to tote around in their handbags. Not that you would call a carpet bag a handbag by any means. Some of them are large enough to conceal an arsenal of weapons, if a body had a mind to do such a thing.

Unlike the fictional bounty hunter Stephanie Plum, I like to keep my sidearm handy. Nobody really gave a squat what a person of a certain age had concealed in their bags. I suppose most younger folks think we all knit and do all sorts of creative things. Oh, I have a creative mind all right, but not creative enough to dodge Eleanor. Poor dear wouldn't know what to do without our adventures.

I had taken up residence in a camper of all things, parked in a camp-ground in East Tawas, Michigan, on the tranquil shores of Lake Huron. Lucky for me I got a larger spot at the camp-ground and I had adjusted to living in a Winnebago. My house had been fire-bombed during our last case. It's not so bad. I get to enjoy the misty lake as the sunrises and some of the most spectacular sunsets in Michigan.

I eyed my cat, Duchess, and said, “I hope it doesn't take ‘til winter for our house to be rebuilt.”

Duchess responded with, “Meow.”

“I know girl, no mourning doves here,” I said to her. I strode by the mirror as I made my way into the bathroom and deep lines formed as I grimaced. I'm still wearing my pink bathrobe with pink ruffles, white sandals covering my feet. My unruly salt and pepper hair was tangled and I tried to work my fingers through the knots. Every dang morning it’s the same thing, my hair looks like a rooster did it in my sleep. Puffy dark circles were apparent, obviously from the restless slumber as my hip ached something fierce last night.

I made my way into the kitchen and poured coffee grounds into my new fancy-dancy coffee maker that is supposed to make a good latte. If I ever figure out how to use the damn thing! It's only seven in the morning and I'm already cussing, if only in my head at the moment.

I jumped and bumped against the counter and clutched my chest when my door vibrated nearly off the hinges. Whoever could that be and this early?

I pulled back the pink lace curtains to reveal a familiar pair of friendly blue eyes. Eleanor, had her face pressed to the window with both her hands against my door like a lost puppy begging to be let in.
I yanked open the door and watched in amusement as she tried to steady herself, resembling a Weeble Wobble. What is the saying? Weebles Wobble but they don't fall down.

“Have you been camped outside my door all night waiting for me to let you in?” I body blocked the doorway. I wasn't ready to let her in just yet.

She puffed up her chest, trying unsuccessfully to act offended. “Of course not, Agnes. I just didn't want to bother you if your hot-shot lawyer man is here.” She giggled, her large belly jiggling. “Unless you want an audience,” her eyes danced.

She wishes.




 Who Is Madison Johns?
Amazon bestseller ~ Armed and Outrageous.

Author Madison Johns early days weren't spent writing -- they were spent dreaming. Her vivid imagination ran wild and took her places only dreams could. She read books, tons of books — they were her only friends. As a child, Madison Johns preferred to distance herself from other children her age, and had been described as a dreamer. Even as a small child, she remembers staying awake many a night fighting dragons, whisked away to foreign lands, or meeting the man of her dreams.
She was a voracious reader of historical romance in her teen years and has always wished to one day journey to England, France, Ireland, and Scotland
The writing bug bit her at the age of 44 and she pounded out four books since that time. As the publishing climate changed, she became an independent author publishing her first novel in late April of 2012.