It’s almost time to watch out how we date our correspondence. I’d say checks but less people use them now. Just remember that on this coming Sunday it’ll be 2023. You might remember, then again you might be too young, how we were told the world would end when the new century began. We’re still here. Our computers didn’t lock up, the ICBM’s didn’t fly and all the other date sensitive things worked Just as well the day after New Years Eve as they did the day before. We had time to prepare, plan and make needed changes.

It’s taken me time to prepare, plan and create Terah, to introduce those you’ve come to know to those living on this new world, that you have yet to meet. Though Terah exists only on the pages of my book, I want you to feel, you’ve taken the journey, joined me, Kahill, Becarra, Peter and Becky as we create the last chapters of Sister World.


To those both local and those within an hours drive, I’m once again inviting you to come to the Exeter Craft sale. I’ll be there along with some very excellent crafters. That’s my reminder.

For those waiting for the third and final installment of my Sister World trilogy, all I can say is I’m working as hard as I can. I’m also reminding myself that writing is a passion not a job. I love words. I always have. I love speaking through my characters. What they say is what I hope to pass on to those who enjoy my stories, grow to love or hate the people I help create. I only help create them, they’re walking beside us every day. Though I put those I write about in places I would not willingly go, they are still people I know, love, hate or wish to be. Sometimes, I’m still sitting on my mother’s lap learning about the world from the books she read to me. Other times I’m watching those around me, wishing I could be them, finally learning many wish they could be me. It’s been quite a journey and as the journey continues, I hope to take you with me.


Dark Night of the Soul introduces us to a man, taken as a boy, who is fighting for more than his life. Marcus, looking at the woman offering her love, has a difficult choice, one that brings all that he is, was and could become into question. Will he choose passion and love over a nearly all consuming hunger for blood. It’s a question he must answer and there are only moments to choose.



It’s coming faster than you might think. Time to plan your day and mark it on your calendar. Many of RI’s best authors will be there, signing and selling their books. Books make great gifts even if they’re for yourself. Come visit me at table 37.

Padma Venkatraman will be the featured author.


For a number of reasons, this past weekend will always be special to me. One reason is I was with my fellow authors. They made each hour fun. Another was sharing my table with Keith Carreiro, who is not only a great author but also someone who helped me and made me laugh. My son and husband came to assist. I’m very happy to say they helped me set up and brought me food(that’s a big deal). I also sold the entire collection of both my Darkness and Light and Sister World series, twice. I met my editor, face to face, and I did a lot of laughing. Many people signed up for my quarterly newsletter and I was interviewed by Max Bowen, who besides making me laugh, helped me express myself better than I ever have. My first novel has so many messages, so much a part of what I feel is in those pages and he brought out what it means to me. I’ll be posting the link to in the next few days. One of the best things was when a woman came to my table, saying she was looking for me. Last year she bought Dark Night of The Soul and now she wanted to buy the rest of the series. There is no greater compliment. Having record sales capped off a great weekend. Look for me and the many authors making up the Association of RI Authors at our 10th annual author expo December 3rd at the Crowne Plaza Ballroom, Warwick, RI. Free parking, no entrance fee, lots of authors and Santa Claus will be waiting for you.

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Rhode Island Authors Showcase – Featuring Deb Zannelli!

Martha ReynoldsNov 4The Rhode Island Authors Showcase is back! Each day in November, I’ll be featuring a different RI author. Each post features a giveaway – a book, an anthology, or something else! All you have to do to be eligible for the daily drawing is leave a comment on the blog post. I’ll use a random number generator to pick a winner one week after the blog post (to give you time to catch up).By commenting on each post, you’re also entered to win our bigger prizes: GRAND PRIZE is a $250 Amazon gift card, BONUS PRIZE is a $100 Amazon gift card, and the CHEER UP YOU WON SOMETHING PRIZE is a $50 Amazon gift card. The big prizes will be chosen, again using a random number generator, on December 7.Debra ZannelliI wanted to know more about Deb. I asked the usual questions!Where is your hometown? Exeter, Rhode IslandWhat have you written? Darkness and Light series: Dark Night of the Soul (2016), A Darkness Descending (2018), Where There was Darkness (2019), Darkness and Light, Hunter (2021), Darkness and Light, Vampires (2022). Sister World trilogy: Sister World, The Arrival (2019), Sister World, The Fight for Earth (2020). Peacedale (2018).And what genre(s) are your books? Horror, Science Fiction, FantasyWho are your favorite authors? Ken Follett, Stephen King, M.M.Kaye, Colleen McCulloughWhat were your favorite books growing up? A Tale of Two Cities, Lord of the Rings, The Far PavillionsWhat do you like best about writing? Examining the emotions of the characters I write, it makes me examine mine. I love research and including facts with fiction. For example, my science fiction contains lots of science facts. I’ve worked with a physicist, the director of emergency management for the town of Charleston, and an expert on indigenous plants of various climes, just to name a few. What do you find most challenging about writing? Setting aside time, and finding a way to put my very real emotions into situations others will understand and feel a connection to.Where do you draw your inspiration? From my own experiences, the dreams hopes, disappointments of my youth  and the challenges and victories of the life I’ve lived. I use fiction to bring these things to life. I watch the world,  especially the young, looking for what motivates and determines both our actions and responses to the actions of others, and adding a good sized helping of what brought me to where I am now.You’ve just been given the chance to collaborate on a book with Stephen King! What’s the title going to be? The King’s BetrayalFind out more about Deb and her writing at her website: https://drzannelliauthor.com/Follow her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/debraroseauthor Deb has generously offered a copy of the anthology Green, published in 2021 by the Association of Rhode Island Authors. Her very poignant short story is included in this compendium. To be eligible to win a copy, just tell us your favorite green thing.


I spoke of this before, but it’s been on my mind a lot lately. It could be due to the too quickly passing of time. Finding out I had a brain tumor brought more than fear. In some ways, it was a gift. Waiting for surgery was easier than you might think. I was sure I’d wake but then, when I did, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I heard the doctors. They were concerned I hadn’t opened my eyes, or answered their questions. I was awake. I knew the answers. I just wasn’t ready to leave the hazy freedom of not having to answer them. I thought about living forever. Would I want to? How could I watch everyone I love grow old and die. What would I do with the power to decide who should live and who should die? Marcus, the main character in my Darkness and Light books was born with my eyes closed, ignoring the too bright lights of the recovery room and the questions of those standing beside the bed. I’d spent many years listening to others, working so hard to be what they expected. Marcus, like must of us, was trying not to be what he’d been told he was. His path, his choices, are far more difficult than mine, yet in many ways they are the same. When I opened my eyes, I became the person I’d always wanted to be. The person I was died that day. If you have the time to read Dark Night of the Soul, I hope you see the part of us all buried within the heart of a tortured soul. Remember, we can’t do this alone.


It’s almost here. Please stop by and walk on the wild side. You can visit me any time you choose to come.


Halloween means different things to different people. To me, even though it’s been a long time, Halloween means candy my family couldn’t afford, a night spent with the most important people in my life and my cousin joining us always dressed as a bum. My sister and I wore different customs crafted by my talented mother. Chocolate was a special treat and we made sure those candies lasted past Christmas. My father would drive us to the new housing development where the candy was more forthcoming and the roads less dark. The candy was plentiful, the smiles few. A few non-smiling adults suggested we stay in our own neighborhood. There were less than ten houses we could walk to in ours. When our pillow cases were almost full we’d head to Central Falls, join my cousin and see what the poorer people could provide. There wasn’t a lot to expensive candy but there was candied popcorn, caramel apples which we ate before getting back into the car, and little toys that broke in a couple of weeks. All the goodies were given with love, always accompanied by the oohs and aahs we hoped our costumes deserved. When the darkness was too consuming and the voices of other kids faded away, we’d drop off my cousin and head home, always lying about how much candy we got. We had to have some mom didn’t know about.

I don’t remember thinking about how much money we did or did not have. What I remember is my sister’s giggles, my cousins full throated laughter and my love for them both.

Though times have changed and I’m a lot older what I wish for those who’ll trick or treat this year is not candy. I wish them the company of those around them, smiles at their costumes bought or hand made and the comfort of knowing they’re with the people they love, and who love them in return.