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DB Pacini


Last Updated: 11/26/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 56
Sign: Pisces

State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 10/11/2008

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Thursday, November 26, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Happy Thanksgiving! 



An elderly man in
Phoenix calls his son in New York
and says, "I
hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are
divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough."

"Pop, what are you talking about," the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man
says. "We're sick and tired of each other, and I'm sick of talking about
this, so you call your sister in
Chicago
and tell her." He hangs up.

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like
hell they're getting a divorce," she shouts. "I'll take care of this."
She calls
Phoenix
immediately, and screams at the old man,
"You are NOT getting divorced! Don't do a single thing until I get there.
I'm calling my brother back and we'll both be there tomorrow.
Until then don't do a thing, "DO YOU
HEAR
ME?" She hangs up.

The old man hangs up the phone and turns to his wife.
"It worked; they're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way."

 
 
 
Friday, September 11, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

Attention Authors, Literary Agents, Editors, Publishers, and Book Reviewers,

This "Pet Peeves in Books" blog wants to know yours. For example, you may not like run on sentences, slang, a lot instead of a lot, alright instead of all right, less instead of fewer, or different than instead of different from in books. I'm interested in writing an article that shares top pet peeves in books.  Thank you for sharing yours. 



D.B.
 
Saturday, July 11, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

I just wanted to say hello out there to all of my friends on Myspace.  Summer is flying by and I have been so busy I haven’t been on Myspace as much as I’d like to be.  I hope you are all doing well and that your various creative projects are thriving.

 

Have a wonderful weekend!

 

D.B. Pacini

http://www.astarrynightproductions.com

Wednesday, June 24, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Friends,

My youth/YA fantasy novel, THE LOOSE END OF THE RAINBOW, was published in March. It is now available from most booksellers.

We're donating 10% of the proceeds to American Indian children living on the Rosebud reservation in South Dakota.

To review artwork and to learn more about the novel please visit: www.astarrynightproductions.com

THE LOOSE END OF THE RAINBOW
By D.B. Pacini
ISBN: 978-0-9770497-2-1

I am giving copies of THE LOOSE END OF THE RAINBOW to a number of school teachers and principals. Some have already selected the novel as one of the books they will use with their classes next year. My husband has been a high school teacher for almost 30 years. He is creating “Teacher’s Materials” for the book this summer. We will give these materials to teachers, youth advocates, and anyone that orders 20+ books for their students.
Thursday, May 07, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

I have created three age categories for the YOUTH DREAM TEAM.  I don't want Jr. High youth to be worried that they will have to compete for contest prizes with young adults.  Age group categories make the opportunities and projects fair. Please check it out.  Also, please copy/paste this message and share it with school principals, teachers, youth advocates, librarians, parents, and young people 13-24 years old.

 

This is free and available to young people internationally.  All they need is access to a computer. Monthly writing projects, contests, and cool prizes will be offered per age category.

http://www.astarrynightproductions.com/loose_end/pages/dreamteam.htm

Thursday, April 23, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry







Pat Bertram's Blog:
Steven Clark  Bradley, author of Patriot Acts, has written such a marvelous review of my novel More Deaths Than One, that I can't keep it to myself. I want to shout it to the world! I knew it would be a good review, because several days ago he messaged me on Facebook. This is a transcript of our conversation:

Steven: (4/19/09 10:37 pm)  Hi Pat, I wanted to let you know that I am deeply into your book and it is fantastic. You have a great hook, at least it certainly hooked me! You have a natural talent. I usually read a book really quickly when I am going to post it and review it, but your book has my total attention and it reads very well. If you can get a large number of people to know of it, I know you could have a best seller there. Once again, free of flattery, you are one of the smartest writers I have met. I promise, you'll love what I write about More Deaths Than One.
 
Pat: (4/20/09 11:51 am) What a wonderful thing to say! I am thrilled you like More Deaths Than One. You're one of the very few people who have started reading it, so your encouragement is much appreciated.

The question that has haunted me for months is how do I get a large number of people to know of the book. Perhaps someday I will find the answer. Your review will help, that's for sure!

Steven: (4/20/09 12:14 pm) The only word that comes to mind is Superb! I read until 1:00 Am last night and forced myself to go to bed! Great work!
I think your characters are so interesting and human. I feel I know them well now. Could we call it "What about Bob?" ;>) you're a really great writer and no reason why you cannot sell thousands of books.

Steven: (4/22/09 1:21 am) Hi Pat, Sorry I have not written, but I have been busy finishing one great novel . . . written by you! I have already posted a review for your novel. I have not read a book that enjoyable in a very long time. You are a natural. I hope you like what I wrote and every word is the truth. I am happy to be your first posted review on Amazon. That gave me great pleasure. Have a great night and thank you for allowing me to share in the mind of Pat Bertram.

Pat: (4/22/09 12:17 pm) Steven, I am sitting here trying to figure out how to thank you for the fantastic review and the wonderful presentation on your blog, but  am touched beyond words. Still, you deserve the words: thank you. Your review was so well done that even I am now anxious to read More Deaths Than One!

Steven's review: More Death's Than One


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Currently reading:
More Deaths Than One
By Pat Bertram
Release date: 2009-03-25
Tuesday, March 10, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Dear Myspace Friends,

All is well here---just excitedly awaiting the publication of my youth/YA fantasy novel, THE LOOSE END OF THE RAINBOW. Publisher said last week that today (03-10-09) would be the release date. It doesn’t seem to be and I don’t know why yet. There’s always something that can cause delays. The release date will surely be soon. I’ll let you know when I know.

Many of you emailed me this morning asking why the novel isn’t on Amazon today. My publisher said today was the released date but I don’t know what that specifically means. It may mean that the book is finally printed and that she still must do the paperwork necessary to have the book listed on Amazon.

I will let you all know as soon as I know and I thank you for being excited for me.I was blown away by your emails this morning!

Have a wonderful Tuesday!

D.B.Pacini
THE LOOSE END OF THE RAINBOW
www. astarrynightproductions. com
Monday, January 26, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry


Before His Eyes  



            My friend picks me up at the airport, instantly wilted by the heat I trail after him to his rusty jeep, smells of clay and bronze.  He is a sculptor. We sit on his porch and watch the setting sun, laughing, talking, stargazing, listening to Paul Butterfield.  He has shaved his mustache since the last time I came here.

            Before dawn’s light he wakes me with coffee, salt tablets, and a bowl of fresh berries.  We drive forever, the jeep bouncing, rattling, careening down a dirt road. There is beauty.  Nature is in harmony on native ground. We pass a walking Indian with strength in his humble smile.

            Morning is breaking when we arrive.  I am cheek-kissed and given a plastic jug of frozen tea, a battered cooler of ice, a new pink sponge, a floppy hat, toilet paper, a paper bag filled with fruit, two fried chicken legs wrapped in foil, a chunk of bread, some cheese.  This is no spiritual odyssey; I just miss him.

            Alone, I climb to a bar stool seat obsessively nailed to the top of a gray fence post near a watering hole in the middle of a desert skillet.  A swirl of grit washes from my mouth with a swallow of thawed tea. Quiet stale air, jackrabbits, sagebrush, lizards, white animal skulls, a cactus tears the horizon with prickly fingers.  A snake slithers by unconcerned with who I am, with who I think I am, with who I want to be.

            I wait beneath a scorching sun. I saturate the pink sponge, drenching myself with water from the melted ice.  I plunge the hat and wear it dripping upon my head.  It is soon dry.  I soak it.  It’s dry.  The sun and I engage in this relentless battle.  I win moments of cool relief.  The hours become two, almost three.  I’m a crazy woman sitting on a fence post, but I like being crazy, and I miss him.

            I eat a peach.  I pee on the parched ground.  I wait.  The sun plays with me like a cat with a mouse.  I’m too hot to squeak.  I walk around.  They have no schedule, no clock, they don’t make appointments.  They come when they are thirsty. 

            I hear them before I see them, a thunderous dust cloud in the far distance, manes blazing, galloping hooves that have never not known freedom, a wild unbridled energy.  I wait.  The pungent scent is musky.  I taste it.  It soaks into my sweat.  Later, after I bathe, after I rub myself with jasmine lotion, I will still smell like them.

            They do not slow their pace.  I’m amazed by their ability to abruptly stop.  My presence startles the young until they realize that I do not worry their mothers.  I am as interesting to their mothers as a sun bleached tumbleweed.  I wait.  Sometimes he looks at me.  Sometimes he does not.  I never know which time it is.

            The young wander away.  Their beautiful lean mothers follow.  He tosses his magnificent head, takes a deeper wade, and sinks under the water.  I wait.  I whisper please.  I wait.  Please 

            With a surge he rises with ebony eyes and looks at me, a magnetic stare.

            I am before his eyes.  We are connected.   Just once I wish he would blink.  He never does.  He stands still, a sheet of water pouring from his chest.  The sun dancing upon him like no dance I have ever seen.

            Eleven seconds perhaps, or do I exaggerate?

            His coat is a swirl of dark ink spilling into my eyes, flooding me with memories to cherish when I am an old woman sitting in a rocking chair.  It is never eleven full seconds, the time he allows me to be before his eyes, in his world, in his consciousness.

            A sharp flick of his neck.  A spray of shooting water.  He never says goodbye.

Thursday, January 08, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry

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Many attempts to communicate are nullified by saying too much. 
Robert Greenleaf


Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.   
Seneca

No law or ordinance is mightier than understanding.  
Plato

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy. 
Author Unknown to Me

No one should rely unduly on his "competence".  Strength lies in improvisation.  All the decisive blows are struck left-handed. 
Walter Benjamin

People seldom see the halting and painful steps by which the most insignificant success is achieved. 
Anne Sullivan

The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
Henri Bergson, French Philosopher

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. 
Aldous Huxley

There is more power in telling little than in telling all.  
Mark Rothko, Artist

A sharp spear needs no polish.  
H. Rider Haggard, Novelist

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go. 
Tennessee Williams

Talents are nurtured best in solitude, but character on life's tempestuous seas.  Goethe

Superficial people find the extraordinary fascinating, and profound people find the ordinary riveting.   
Julian Barbour

Know your game.  Put in the time.  And, when you go after your goal, convince yourself that you're the best.  It works.  An average talent can be an above average performer.
Paraphrased from Joan Ryan, Columnist, San Francisco Examiner

The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be praised than saved by criticism.
Norman Vincent Pearle

Few things are impossible to diligence and skill.  
Samuel Johnson

It's too easy to get swept up, doing things because the opportunities are there, not because we're burning to do them.  
Sam Sheppard

Those who hear not the music think the dancers mad.     
Author Unknown to Me

Discovery consists in seeing what everyone else has seen and thinking what no one else has thought.   
Albert Szent-Gyorgi

If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are rotten, either write things worth reading or do things worth the writing.  
Benjamin Franklin

Thursday, January 08, 2009 

Category: Friends

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Web of Life Enterprises (WOLE), a 501 (c) 3 non-profit organization, has collected a large amount of winter clothing and blankets for people living on the Rosebud Reservation in South Dakota. WOLE relies on financial donations to purchase vehicle fuel. They deliver desperately needed provisions to the reservation by truck as often as possible.

South Dakota winters are long and bitterly cold. Many people living on the reservation require financial assistance to purchase propane and to pay for electricity. WOLE collects funds for that on-going need as well.

If you can give a donation, please contact:

http://www.wole.org

J. Poeter Selman, WOLE Founder   620-278-3842

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