Featuring “Harmonic Differential” by Kenneth Gordon hosted by Barbara Edwards

Welcome to my blog, Kenneth Gordon. Please share with our readers what made you write this story.

The genesis for this story was a UFO Hunters episode. This event may or may not have happened. It seems someone built a ship based on Tesla’s theories and was able to have that ship travel harmonically. The skin of the ship would vibrate to the frequency of the destination and the ship would instantly travel there. The only problem is that upon the return trip, he could not remember anything that had happened during the trip. The only proof he had from his maiden voyage was some sticks and sand he had picked up from the ground.

This episode was the catalyst I needed to write again. My mind was off and running. I set my character in California. It took him a long time to build the ship much to the chagrin of his wife and family. Once built, he wondered if he may have dreamed it all or perhaps he was going insane. After several adventures, the reader is brought to the very crux of the story. It seems the character is trapped in a time loop. Each time he tries to save his father from an oncoming truck, he is killed and the loop begins again. Eventually, he is able to break the loop utilizing help from himself in different time periods. Ultimately, he must destroy the machine to prevent the military from getting their hands on it.

This was Harmonic Differential, my first full-length novel. Until then, I had written many short stories, a fan-fic story, and started a novella. It took nearly a year to write and even longer to find a publisher. I am grateful to Class Act Books for taking a chance on me. I continue to write and really enjoy it. I would like to turn this book into a movie and or a pilot for television.

Bout the Author:

Kenneth Gordon lives in Milford, NH. When he isn’t writing SciFi-infused horror novels, he plays PC games, electric and acoustic guitars, and drums. He also holds a brown belt in Kung Fu.

Ken has written five SciFi/Horror novels for Class Act Books: Dark City, Cadre of Vampires, Harmonic Differential, In My Blood, and Dirus Sonus.

Learn more about Ken at:

Web Site: http://kennethgordonnovelist.com/

FB page: https://www.facebook.com/KennethGordonNovelist/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KennethGordon69

Publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/index.php/our-authors/manufacturers/kenneth-gordon

Blurb for Harmonic Differential:

“I may have made many trips to the future, to the past and points all over the galaxy, but I cannot remember any of them…”

This is how the journey of Andros, an astrophysicist professor at Berkley, CA begins. He is driven mad by dreams of whirling lights he cannot explain. These dreams lead him to build a ship capable of travel to the future, the past, and alternate universes. The only problem is, once he returns, he cannot remember the journey. To overcome this, he uses a video camera attached to his head to record his adventures.

Andros awakes thinking it all was a dream, until a mysterious package arrives in the mail…

Excerpt:

Safe in my own bed, my snoring wife next to me, I came to and realized where I was. I didn’t remember coming the rest of the way home, nor did I recall coming into the house or taking off my wet clothes. I must have done so automatically. There were only two obvious things…the strange dream I just had and ohhhh

My head throbbed as I covered my forehead with my hands, trying in vain to make sense of the dream I’d had. This wasn’t the first time, either. I shoved off the covers and went to get an aspirin. I came back to bed and waited for the pain to subside.

Whirling colors, what could they mean? I’m not talking a disco ball, but it was that kind of disorientation, nearly vertigo-inducing…or maybe it’s just my head. I just needed to sleep. Sleep.

I had been up since four, unable to sleep. Earplugs were no relief from Judy’s snoring, nor could I turn off my brain. In the end, morning dawned, a bitter pill to swallow. I finally gave up about 8:00 and made breakfast. I heard one sneeze, two sneezes, three… I waited… four? Judy always sneezed when she first woke up. Thankfully, they were cute and feminine in nature. She yawned and stretched, walking into the kitchen with slippered feet and her hair in different directions. She never went anywhere around the house without those slippers. Jeremy soon joined her at the table. Bacon, eggs, grits, cereal, doughnuts…our breakfasts ran the gamut encompassing all American cultures and breakfasts without rhyme or reason. It’s just another day in paradise.

“How was your sleep, Daddy?” Jeremy asked.

“It was okay. I was up at four and couldn’t get back to sleep,” I replied.

“I’m sorry, Hunny,” soothed Judy.

“Who’s ready for breakfast?” I asked in my announcer’s voice, turning the frying pan towards the table. I was attempting humor and it was well received. The two at the table giggled as I served.

“What do you want to do today?” Judy asked.

“I think I may want a nap.” I yawned and closed my eyes.

“Ok, Hun, go ahead.”

“But Dad, I wanted to play…” whined Jeremy. Judy quickly chimed in that Daddy will play with you later. He pouted, but reluctantly agreed.

After washing up the dishes, I took a nap. I must have fallen asleep when…

Blue and green lights swirled around me; the air was charged with electricity. All at once, I felt a pulling… a pushing, a—

“Dad! You said you’d play with me.” I felt Jeremy rocking me back and forth, trying to get my attention. As I roused from my dream, I couldn’t help but think it meant something, that I was remembering something important, only to have it slip away from my grasp. The more I reached out for it, the further away it seemed to go.

“Yes, son, I’m up. Um… Let’s play,” I said groggily.

“Yay!” he responded jubilantly.

My mind still latched onto my strange dreams. The intensity of bringing a name and placement of it into my mind became obsessive. The day came to a close with no resolution to anything. The frustration grew. My son and wife seemed a distant memory, my thoughts all-consuming. After another sleepless night, I started to wonder if a solution would ever materialize. Perhaps I was afraid of these dreams? Maybe I was running from their inexplicable truth?

After several more days, maybe a week, possibly two weeks, I was no better off. The dreams had increased in frequency and good, peaceful sleep was elusive. My psyche was continually haunted by the questions the dreams raised.

Judy became increasingly worried about my mental state.

Buy Links:

Paperback from the publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/component/virtuemart/science-fiction/harmonic-differential-4682014-05-14-01-42-05-detail?Itemid=0

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Harmonic-Differential-Kenneth-Gordon-ebook/dp/B00KCC3BIY/

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Presenting Rage: Marcy by Linda Burson from Barbara Edwards

Welcome to my blog, Linda Burson,
Please tell us why you wrote this story.

I love writing. I always have. It’s been my passion since I was a young child. The reason for writing any particular story, for me, is to feel strongly about my characters. The majority of my writing experiences have been attempts at writing nonfiction, but I found I could never finish any of these stories. I wrote a one-act play once when I was a teenager. This was the first story I completed and it was fiction. This should’ve been a sign that fiction was more my forte; however, I continued to try to write nonfiction stories.

A few years ago when I decided to write full-time, I returned to fiction, remembering this was the only work in my life I have completed. My stories, so far, have been character-based. I thought about what I wanted to read. What kind of people I wanted to spend most of my time getting to know…who I wanted to be my friends, to laugh, cry, and talk with every day. After considering different characters, I realized the best way to go was to write about a character with whom I could relate. Thus, a strong, independent, beautiful, but emotionally challenged young woman named Marcy Jenson was born.

The first book I wrote is called Rage. I became so invested in the characters I wrote, I couldn’t stop. I felt strongly about this young, unique woman because she had strengths that I wished I had, but her flaws make her real and I hope relatable. My first attempt at writing fiction, and I had 197,000 words for a first book. Knowing this was way too many words, I had to adjust the story by splitting it into a trilogy. The story wasn’t complete after this, so I continued. Now, over five years later, there are thirteen books in this continuing series. At this point, my continuing story needed a name. Since Marcy was my protagonist and it’s written in first person, the Marcy Series was born. Still, each of the thirteen books has its own individual title.

Author Bio:

Linda Burson, a Connecticut resident for over 27 years, has been writing ever since she was a teenager. She started out writing memoirs and continued writing by attempting several nonfiction pieces.

More on Linda can be found at:

Email: linda.burson@snet.net

Twitter: @lindaburson23

FB Author Page: www.facebook.com/Lbursonbooks

Blurb:

Marcy Jensen finds she is having nightmares that she can’t control. She is frustrated, angry and confused by this sudden change. Her boyfriend and love of her life, Brad Preston, gives her an ultimatum: seek help, or he’s leaving.

One dark, chilly evening after a terrible, emotional day, Marcy finds herself in the middle of a robbery and a gun to her head. After her stressful day, she snaps. Pushed over the edge, she finds herself attacking the gunman.

The same night after this attempted robbery, Marcy meets Liam with whom she feels an inexplicable connection. After talking to Marcy, because she still having the raw edge of the evening with her, Liam convinces her to join him on his quest to find his family’s murderers.

As they delve into the dark world of revenge, Marcy’s life begins to fall apart. Before she realizes it, she falls in love with this mysterious stranger. The two of them become close and gradually allow light and love to envelop them.

Excerpt:

When we arrive at the commuter lot where my car is parked, I remain seated looking at him. My thoughts return to the moment I realized I was in love with him. Was it always there somewhere in the depths of my soul, or was it at the moment when I saw the real person? My heart skips a beat every time I look in his direction and my emotions take over.

“You must think I cry an awful lot,” I impart as the tears come streaming down my face again.

“No, baby. I know you’re in pain right now. I wish I knew how to make things easier for you—for both of us.” Then he adds,

Oh that my head were waters

And my eyes a fountain of tears 

That I might weep day and night.”

I look at him with my tear-filled eyes. “That’s beautiful.”

“Jeremiah, Chapter 9, Verse 1,” he replies.

“You’re a special man, Evan Liam Brooks. I don’t understand why all this happened, but I have to believe there’s a reason. I have to trust in my faith that everything will be fine and will work out as it’s supposed to.”

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Rage-Marcy-Book-Linda-Burson-ebook/dp/B016NBDF7Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1485322856&sr=8-1&keywords=Rage+by+Linda+Burson

Publisher’s website: http://www.classactbooks.com/general-fiction/women-s-fiction/results,10-9

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rage-linda-burson/1122801716?ean=2940152411478

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