He struck at a local fair #mystery #suspense @EditaBoni @GoddessFish

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Hey folks! Today I’m happy to introduce you to Edita A. Petrick and her story Ribbons of Death!

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By profession, I’m an engineer and ten years ago, I left a corporate job to concentrate on writing. It was perhaps the scariest thing I’ve done. Of course, there were other considerations at the time, life, kids, economy and my mother who was battling cancer. I wrote as means of staying grounded because I had to hold it together. There was no one else to pitch in. There wasn’t a single moment that I didn’t have doubts about whether what I was doing was the right thing or not, but doubts come and go, while the need to write goes on forever. Since 2005 I’ve published 5 books and this year alone I have 6 new ones coming out. I live in Toronto with my family and our two pets – wheaten terriers. And whenever I’m tempted to look back, and start second-guessing my past decisions, I sit behind the computer and start another book. At least for me, that’s a cure-all.

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I asked Edita A. Petrick, “How did you get your start in writing and what fuels you to continue?” and here is the response.

I can’t remember the time when I did NOT write but my first conscious acknowledgement of my need to write, came when I was in my late teens and in university. It came about in a rather strange way because back then, compulsory writing involved writing essays and crafting book reports. Later on, I had to write business reports and progress reports. I hated doing all such dry forms of writing and perhaps in an attempt to protect my sanity, I sought refuge in writing fiction. Back then, I wrote short stories, a ton of them, and populated them with characters patterned after every classmate, every teacher, every supervisor, every manager and every colleague I despised and downright hated. I developed a very fine sense of characterization. So fine in fact that when one of the frequent corporate re-organization mapped my department into what I regarded for six years as the Tenth Level of Hell, the insecure, tyrannical manager I worked for not only found her way into many of my villainous characters, but her vengeful nature to this day provides many rich elements that drive my hateful characters.

For twenty years I wrote because I literally saw a story in everything. A friend-editor told me that I should save all such half-baked writing sketches and use them as my ‘inspiration’ material later on, if I ever ran into a ‘drought’ period. I was never really at loss for ideas though I did have quite a few stretches when I could not write because I did not feel like writing and because many other debilitating emotions had to work their way out of my system. These last few years I wrote simply because I like it. I’ve learned to discipline my mental delivery such that not everything that flashes through my head gets down on the screen, and I enjoy spinning plots and creating characters that I either hate or admire or downright love. Most often when I sit down and a story wants to come out, I’ve no idea how it’s going to end. But I do have faith in myself as a writer that I will be able to come up with a satisfactory ending. However, I did spend years, literally, rushing home from work, sitting down for half an hour and writing feverishly anything and everything as long as I wrote, and then rushing off to swimming lessons, and soccer, and ballet, and gymnastics and baseball and basketball and a ton of activities that the kids needed to give them some form of structure and stability in life.

Now, to me writing is like sleep. I definitely need it but sometimes more and sometimes less but need it nevertheless to thrive. The new challenge for me is to see how well I can handle going self-published because this will be the first time I sail out there solo, and there will not be any publisher to blame for lack of sales or shoddy cover art or poor editing work. It’ll be all me, all my work and effort…and rewards.

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When a horribly scarred man knocks on the door of Stella Hunter’s ramshackle cottage in upstate Montana, she lets him in. What’s there to lose? The book critics killed her chances to warn the world about myths and legends behind the myths and legends.

But once the man pushes a book smudged with bloody fingerprints across the table, Stella sees a glimmer of hope. She may yet repair her academic reputation. She may re-establish her credibility within the scientific community and she may vindicate her ‘peace-taker’ theory. She may also be murdered by anyone standing next to her if her theory is correct.

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He kept his head tucked between his shoulders, watching one ‘on-the-scene’ reporter after another give commentaries to the police and medical work that went on in the background. Suddenly he felt Stella’s hand settle on his and turned his head. She was saying something. He pulled down the earphones because he wasn’t in a lip-reading mood.

“He struck at a local fair,” she said quietly.

He remembered her saying something like that earlier, though at the time it could have been just sarcasm.

“Your prediction was right,” he said.

“Yes but it’s something else. Let me have the laptop.”

He watched her call up a map of Dayton, Ohio, then zoom in and start pointing with the mouse arrow at the names of communities mentioned by the news reporters: Oakwood, Kettering, Whites Corners.

“Here,” she said, pointing the mouse at the red line of Interstate 675. “This is where the southbound effect stopped or played out. I didn’t hear any reports of an outbreak of madness in Belmont or Shakertown. None west of Interstate 75 either. It affected a long strip about half a mile wide at best; in geographical terms certainly a ribbon of madness that ended at I-657.”

“Another atypical strike,” he murmured. They didn’t need more puzzles. They were still trying to make sense of what they had.

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Edita A. Petrick will be awarding a Kindle copy of “Ribbons of Death” gifted from Amazon to 4 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. CLICK HERE to enter to Win! Readers, follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates and places can be found here: Tour Schedule

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Edita A. Petrick, thank you for stopping by today!

Love & blessings to all! ❤
Jacey

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5 thoughts on “He struck at a local fair #mystery #suspense @EditaBoni @GoddessFish

  1. Mary Preston June 25, 2015 at 4:13 AM Reply

    I love this cover.

  2. Goddess Fish Promotions June 25, 2015 at 4:43 AM Reply

    Thank you for hosting today.

  3. Mai Tran June 25, 2015 at 3:19 PM Reply

    If you were an animal in a zoo, what would you be?

  4. Betty W June 25, 2015 at 10:46 PM Reply

    Sounds like a great book! Thank you for sharing!

  5. Betty W June 26, 2015 at 9:46 PM Reply

    Great excerpt~I enjoyed learning about you and your book! Thank you for sharing!

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