This is my children’s last week of school and all of the classes are having Christmas parties. I was asked to make brownies for my son’s class. No biggie - brownies are easy to make and for him to carry to school. However, I am one of three class reps for my daughter’s class and as such, I’m responsible for helping to organize her class’s party.

We’re trying to keep things fairly simple. The children will bring their lunch as usual only we’ll take them outside to have a picnic and play a few games. Duck-duck-goose with a Santa hat should get a giggle out of them. It was also suggested that someone should bring in cupcakes for a special treat. After the mix-up that occurred with my daughter’s soccer team where they ended up with no cupcakes, I felt compelled to volunteer to bring the cupcakes - all three dozen of them.

Sigh.

Oh well - at least they’ll actually have cupcakes. I’m planning to top them with white frosting and stick a peppermint to the top for a little extra holiday fun.

Fishermen on Lake Qaroun at sunrise.

The location of the hotel was lovely, as you can see. Though it looked pretty good on the outside, the hotel was a dump. Our room was unusually large - it was apartment sized and we all had our own beds which I wasn’t expecting. We couldn’t enjoy it however because the room was so disgusting. The walls were crumbling and speckled with bug splats, the tub had dried up mouse turds in it, and one bathroom was missing a window pane which allowed swarms of mosquitoes to join us. The housekeeping couldn’t be bothered to tend to any of those problems, yet they left fresh bougainvillea blossoms on our pillows!

As an aside, having had experiences like this before in Egypt, I have a list of things I bring with me when I travel:

Flip flops
Wash cloth
baby wipes
hand sanitizer gel
bar of soap
mosquito repellent (not that they paid any attention this time!)

I may have to add sheets / sleeping bag to this list! Needless to say, none of us slept much at all.

On the second morning we headed out to Wadi Rayan where we were supposed to go and visit an open air museum where there are some 400 fossilized whale bones preserved from millions of years ago. It was in fact the main purpose of the trip.

This is as far as we were allowed to go. There was some mix-up between the bus company and the tour organizer and argue though she did, she was unable to convince them to drive our buses down the gravel road to get to the site. The drivers were concerned they would get stuck and disappointing as it was to miss the fossils I can’t really say I blame them.

The road the buses refused to travel…

While our tour organizer argued, we wandered in the sand near the bus and picked up fossilized sea shells.

So, instead of whale bones, we visited the waterfalls of Wadi Rayyan. They are formed by the overflow of Lake Qaroun flowing down into lower areas, forming two more smaller salt lakes. They aren’t particularly impressive until you realize that they are some of the only waterfalls in Egypt, period.



Close enough to Cairo for a day trip, this is a big picnic spot for Egyptians - and they certainly seem to be enjoying themselves!

The people in the countryside wear much more colorful scarves than the city





The last place we visited was this Greco-Roman temple, with the remains of the city of Dionysias








My son claimed he liked this last site best of all because we were able to climb on to the roof - though perhaps it was the danger of falling through the open pits into rooms below that thrilled him most. That or the bat we saw.

All in all, it was a good trip. We returned to Cairo on Friday evening, tired, mosquito bitten, and dirty. But there is nothing like a night in a crappy hotel to make you appreciate the comforts of home.

Our first stop were the remains of a village called Karanis, on the edge of the Fayoum region. This was an agricultural village populated by ordinary people. Not much remains of the village because their homes were built of mud brick which has eroded over time.

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The remains of a mud brick wall in the village. The holes in the wall were where the palm log flooring fitted to make multiple story buildings.






The ruins of the village with the lush greenery of the Fayoum valley in the distance





It wasn’t all mud brick - this simply adorned temple still stands.





The primary god worshiped in this area was Sobek, the crocodile god. There were niches in this temple into which mummified crocodiles would have been placed.



The Pyramid at Hawara, built by Amenemhet III during the time of the Middle Kingdom. It doesn’t look like much now because the outer layer of limestone has been removed over time, exposing the much less durable mud brick structure below. But it is an impressive number of mud bricks! And apparently this pyramid has one of the most complicated internal passage systems, built in an attempt to thwart tomb robbers. Shortly after this period, pharaohs abandoned pyramids in favor of the tombs in the Valley of the Kings down in Luxor.






The entrance to the pyramid. There wasn’t much to see - the water table has risen so you could only go a few yards in before the floor of the tunnel was covered in water. It probably wouldn’t have stopped Indian Jones but the caretakers stopped us!



One of the many policeman that guarded us at the various sites we visited over the two day trip, a necessary precaution.



The decor at the rest stop where we ate lunch was certainly interesting!



Farmland



Pyramid at Lahun, built by King Senwosret II



One of several openings leading to the tombs of the princesses



This pyramid survived somewhat better than the previous pyramid because of the way in which is was built, incorporating the stone of the hillside in conjunction with the mud bricks.

Stay tuned, more pictures tomorrow…

I’m here today to talk about my latest Cerridwen release, Endurance, which was released yesterday, Thanksgiving Day in America.

I’m thankful that it released. My History Patrol series has had a problematic life. The first book, Forgiveness, released last year, and was one of my first books ever released. It’s done very well on the contest circuit despite the fact it’s only available in download and has never been in print. I’ve been pleased.

Anyway, long story short: I lost my editor at CP before the book released. The second book, Endurance, had already been bought, so I was assigned a new editor. We whipped that book into shape and she bought the third book.

Yep. That editor left. I was assigned a new editor to get Endurance, book 2, out the door and to work on Temperance, Book 3.

Edits for Temperance, Book 3 (due out next year), are … a struggle. In the first round I saw more edits than I’ve ever seen — more than on all my 8 books that I have out combined. Usually it takes me a day at the most to do edits. This took me several days — almost 10 days, to be precise. I’m not saying the edits weren’t valid. I think many of them were. But some … I’m not so sure if they were really essential.

So I’ve finished the first round of edits and just got the next round. I haven’t even opened the file yet. I’m not even going to look at the next round until sometime in December. I want to savor the release of Endurance and gird my loins for more angst.

I think this is probably a very good lesson for me. Most of my releases at my other publishers have been relatively easy. I’ve had a few covers I’ve whined about, or maybe I misunderstood my editor on some points. But I’ve never had so many detail-oriented edits as I have for the History Patrol books.

Of course, these are complicated books. “Time travel meets reincarnation” is how I phrase it. For Endurance, my off-handed summary is: ‘Endurance, a first-person paranormal time travel reincarnation romance (try saying that fast a few times). It’s first-person male POV, about a man who’s been stranded in time by an immortality virus and has a career as a paid assassin. The woman he’s assigned to kill is the love of his life, reincarnated in this place and time. Nico almost makes a huge mistake and targets Lucinda, but luckily there’s someone there who knows the truth — a telepathic dog named Cerberus, who intervenes.’

Complicated? Yes. But very, very interesting. I hope it and the other books in the series are worth the work. Only time will tell (time travel, get it?)

Endurance
by
J.L. Wilson

Imagine being torn away from all you know and love. And now imagine being torn away from your place in time.

That’s what happened to Nico Haidess who is trapped, not just in time, but in a reincarnation gone wrong.

He’s a Guide with the History Patrol, sent back from 2190 and now stranded in 21st century America. He’s been reunited with the love of his life, Lucinda Delacroix who has been reincarnated in this place and time. There’s only one problem: he doesn’t recognize her as his lost love and she doesn’t recognize him.

To Lucinda, Nico is just a handsome stranger, a man who seems oddly familiar. And to Nico—a paid assassin—Lucinda is just an assignment, a suspected traitor. He must kill her on Easter morning and make it look like an accident.

Luckily one other creature can help. Cerberus is a telepathic dog on special assignment with the History Patrol, sent to bring these two lovers together. Cerberus has a vested interest in the fate of Nico Haidess and he’ll do whatever it takes to see Nico and Lucinda reunited—even if it means dying and defying God to accomplish his purpose.

But the clock is ticking for all of them and time is starting to run out.

I can live with a well maintained goatee (obviously) but full beards and lone mustaches? Not a fan. And clearly from this tongue-in-cheek article, Great Moustaches of Rock, I’m not alone in my feelings about moustaches. Though I’m sure these guys couldn’t care less - they’re rock legends after all.

What do you think about facial hair? Love it? Hate it? A little goes a long way?

I kind of like the five o’clock shadow look but it’s not much fun to get up close and personal with - unless you yourself like to sport the red chin look…

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone out there celebrating today. My family and I are going on an overnight trip to an area of Egypt called Fayyum so our holiday meal will be postponed until Sunday. I’ll tell you all about the trip (with photos!) next week!

When you’re done with your dinner, check out this quiz and see how much you know about Thanksgiving.

And don’t forget to stop by over the weekend when J. L. Wilson is here with her book ENDURANCE from her paranormal romance series The History Patrol.

Have I got the toy for you!

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Not convinced it’s right for your little one? The blurb on the back speaks for itself:

Having trouble finding the Terror Game in your local toy store? Made in China by HAPPY BABY, request it by name!

Note: This game is not suitable for children under three.

(THREE??? I think they should have stopped after “not suitable”, full stop)


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SSSHHHH!!! Don’t tell, but I’m giving this to my father for Christmas. Should be good for a laugh…

Wine night on Thursday was so much fun. I put the kids to bed, put my husband on call, and kicked back with my friends. Only three of the ten who said they would come did actually attend but that just meant that there was more wine and food for us. And goodness was there food! One Indian lady who said she would come and then had to cancel due to illness sent her food on anyway - four DOZEN samosas! Between the samosas, the shrimp tray, the sushi, and the pie that another friend brought we had more than enough. I sent everyone home with a box of samosas and was still eating leftover party food all weekend.

My daughter’s weekend was not so good. The antibiotics the doctor prescribed for her were not the correct variety and so her fever persisted. She begged me to play her school tournament on Friday and I almost cracked - I love to watch her play as much as she loves to be out there. I was seriously wavering when a friend gave me a solid reason to say no: dehydration. So I was the mean mom and said no, much to her disappointment - and that of her school team / PE teacher.

Saturday we had to be at the soccer field and ready to play for my son’s tournament at 8AM. He had three rapid fire games, back to back. He played really hard but his team lost the first two games and won their third. They were knocked out of the tournament but ended on a high note (with cupcakes!) so were very happy.

My daughter’s team was scheduled to play at 10AM and I told her she could watch - she wanted to see her coach again and collect her participation trophy and since I had to be there anyway for team mom duties, I said yes. The other team did not show up so their team advanced by forfeit. No quick end as I had hoped. Next game at noon.

We hung around and they played at noon. And as I expected, daughter begged to play. Coach gave us puppy eyes. Other parents pleaded with us. Daughter was medicated and fever free. Hubby and I finally cracked and said she could play, but only defense since that doesn’t require so much running. She did a quarter on defense and we caved in and let her run. She was obviously not tip-top but still managed to score a goal for her team so she was elated.

Her team won that game and had to play another right away, which ended 0-0 and went to penalty kicks and in the end the other team won. Which was a mixed blessing - I would have loved to see them advance because even had they lost the next round they would have been fourth. But at the same time it was already 2PM and I was ready to go home!!

As it turns out, I was right to worry about the cupcakes because the mom I asked to bring them did not. However, because I am a neurotic control freak, I had bags of backup cookies in my bag which the children devoured. Our spread seemed a little paltry compared to some teams I saw who had elaborate cakes decorated with soccer balls. However, I saw many of those cakes being taken away hardly touched while there was very little left at the end of our party.

Daughter collapsed when she came home, fever returned. After a phone consultation with the doctor, her medication has been changed and she seems a bit perkier already. I am doing my best to not only get her well again, but also keep the rest of us healthy. It’s never a good time to get sick but this coming weekend we have an overnight trip scheduled as well as a tennis tournament and the following weekend the children and I fly to the US. I’m popping vitamins like candy.

And I’m oh-so-thankful that soccer season is finished!

How the Love Beyond Time Series came to be

As I was staring at the bookshelves looking for Christmas romances one holiday season, I realized that I would love to write one of my own. The next year I went to a June wedding in Sisters, Oregon, a beautiful small town on the East side of the Cascade Mountains, and decided to write a western based on that town which is styled after the old west with boardwalks and old-fashioned store fronts.

I finished the 1890s western, No Time For Christmas, and realized I needed to make it a series. My hero, Joshua Forrester had two sons, and the heroine, Adeline Benjamin had two nieces that she’d raised. I knew then that each son and niece needed their own book and decided to write a five book series. My love for time travel stories made it a must that I write these books where each story would take place in a different time period.

As I wrote the ending for No Time For Christmas, I realized it couldn’t be the first book in the series but must be the third. Then I decided that each book should start and end on the same two days no matter how long the hero and heroine were gone in their respective time periods. I chose time periods that I would love to see and researched the history of those times. That helped me develop the story lines for each book. I plugged in my hero and heroine (which I had already written character profiles for) and the rest is…history!

I thoroughly loved writing and researching these books. Book one, No Future Christmas, takes place in 2110 and deals with a corrupt world order. Book two, No Silent Christmas, is about the silent film era and prohibition in 1925. Book four, No Hope For Christmas takes place in 1940 World War II on a real airplane, the Boeing 307 Stratoliner that flew passengers for only one and a half years before it was commissioned for the war effort. I have a real romance with past airplanes where stewardesses made up bunks and catered to their wealthy passengers. Book five, No Diamonds For Christmas, takes place in 1956 on the Queen Mary and has a handsome diamond thief bent on revenge, a cursed diamond and, of course, the haunted Queen Mary!

Enjoy!
Barbara Goodwin

Love Beyond Time Series

No Future Christmas
Book One

Twenty-first century Police officer Mike Forrester can’t believe his eyes. A woman is standing in a glowing tangerine light in the early morning hours after his shift.

He has to see if the vision is real. His hand closes around her wrist and he’s stunned by the hot, intense desire that rushes through him. The world spins and the last thing Mike remembers is the gentle touch of the woman’s hands on his face as she strokes his mouth.

Twenty-second century scientist Shauna Wentworth doesn’t intend to bring Mike Forrester home to her time. But before she can send him back they find themselves in a race against time to uncover a political secret that will rock the world.

Soon the global military police have them listed as number one on their worldwide most wanted list.
While fighting a corrupt world order Mike and Shauna fall deeply in love. Can their love survive between two different worlds?

No Silent Christmas
Book Two

When Firefighter Scott Forrester picks up his brother’s BlackBerry to invite his father for Christmas dinner he hears a high-pitched whine and a tangerine light surrounds him.

In an instant he disappears from the room.

When the color dissipates Scott is standing on a dirt street. Most of the women are dressed in the same, shapeless style from the 1920s. Amid the Barbie-doll dressed women, one stands out. Her long blonde hair and startling blue eyes cause a hot, wild desire to race through Scott. He has never reacted to a woman so intensely before.

Scott finds he’s in 1925, the era of prohibition and gangsters. Until he can get back to his own time he takes the only job offered to him and becomes reluctant silent screen actor.

Scott’s co-star is stunning socialite Maggie Ingram. When a series of accidents almost kill Maggie, Scott begins to suspect matinee idol Carey Chambers. But why would Chambers want Maggie dead? Also, Scott wonders where Chambers gets his illegal liquor.

This is No Silent Christmas for Scott as he navigates the glitz and the glamour of Hollywood in 1925.

No Time for Christmas
Book Three

After losing his wife to a car accident one Christmas season, Joshua Forrester buries his grief in work as a commercial real estate salesman. Twenty years later, and still alone, Joshua is addicted to everything electronic. As he steps out of his condo one morning he’s shocked to find he’s in 1890. His Blackberry doesn’t work, there’s no electricity, and his hometown of Sisters, Oregon looks like a Hollywood movie set from the wild, wild, west days.

But this is no movie.

Adeline Benjamin, the beautiful town spinster, takes him under her wing when he’s thrown in jail for counterfeiting money dated 1980. Joshua is instantly attracted to Addie. Heat burns through him every time he’s near her, but he gains a powerful enemy because of his attraction. Sheriff Hall claims Addie Benjamin as his own and won’t tolerate this stranger taking away his woman.

As Joshua grows to love Addie he must overcome the sheriff’s anger and distrust, accept that he may be on the longest camping trip of his life and find a way to make a living in a time he never thought he’d see.

No Hope for Christmas
Book Four
Coming December 18!

Modern-day flight Attendant Evie Benjamin wants adventure and she gets it when she time travels to 1940. Her first trip, assigned by Transcontinental and Western Air, is to work the first pressurized commercial airplane ever built—the Boeing 307 Stratoliner.

Only the wealthy and the famous can fly the luxury of the “Stratoliner.”

James Jeffries, III owns a worldwide construction company. He also works for MI5 securing information hoping to get the United States to help the British win the war against Germany.

Evie is stunned by her first meeting with James. His voice flows like honey down her spine, calling to her, touching her deep in her soul. When James requests her for a top-secret mission she is plunged into peril and loses her heart in the process. But the secret mission is compromised and Evie and James have to find out who leaked vital information.

How will Evie and James newfound love survive the ravages of time and war amid a pitch-black, nighttime landing, a devastating car accident and other perilous adventures?

No Diamonds for Christmas
Book Five
Coming February 5, 2009!

Beautiful restaurant owner Mary Benjamin time travels to the Queen Mary, circa 1956. When she arrives on the dark ship a masked man rescues her from nearly sliding overboard. At his tender touch an unexpected rush of desire courses through her, weakening her. But will he hurt her?

Accomplished, British jewel thief Gavin MacAfee will do anything to steal the cursed Resurrection Diamond from the Duke of Pemberton. Yet, everything changes for Gavin when he meets Mary under the brilliant stars on the Queen Mary’s deck. A sudden rush of desire and a powerful need for her consumes him.

Mary doesn’t trust Gavin when she meets him without the mask. He’s too cocky, too sure of himself. Soon she finds she’s falling in love with a masked thief who’s tender and kind, yet obviously up to no good.

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The head coach recently became ill from eating out so a restaurant certificate as an idea, an old standby, was immediately thrown out. Though she is a recent arrival to Egypt I decided against buying her any arts / handicrafts because tastes vary so much with that sort of thing. In the end I decided to get a gift certificate to a local clothing store than sells a nice selection of items made from Egyptian cotton. Everyone agreed it sounded like a great idea.

Only when I got there, they don’t sell gift certificates. In fact, I had to explain what a gift certificate was.

So I made a few phone calls and it was decided that I should go to another shop in the neighborhood, one that sells arts/ handicrafts, and see if I could get a gift certificate there. They not only knew what I was talking about but had pre-printed cards ready. One down, one to go.

After a quick consultation with the assistant coach’s wife, I went to his favorite shop at the mall. They don’t sell gift certificates (Attention Egyptian retailers - you’re really missing the boat on that one!) I then went to a club to which he belongs, planning to get him a restaurant voucher there. Closed.

Keep in mind I was walking everywhere to do this stuff. I was certainly well exercised as I was defeated at every turn.

As it turns out, it seems what he would really like is a case of Corona beer so guess what he’ll be getting? Though he’ll have to pick it up - I’m not schlepping that to the field!

With coach gifts sorted I thought I was home free. Not quite. My daughter, soccer star extraordinaire, child with not one but *two* days of tournaments scheduled this weekend, is sick with a fever and throat infection. There’s something going around our building so I called the doctor at the first signs of illness (He came to us within an hour! Cheaper and easier than an office visit!) Fingers crossed the meds he prescribed will kick in by tomorrow. She’s determined to play for her respective teams. (And I’m more grateful than ever I went out and got the coach presents early!) I hope she recovers quickly because it wouldn’t be nearly so much fun to be out at the field all day Saturday for my team mom duties if my own child wasn’t even well enough to participate!

At present, I’m just determined to remain well enough myself to enjoy wine night tonight!

It’s become even more tricky to walk lately since the one decent sidewalk that existed in our neighborhood has recently been torn up. It looks as if they are intending to improve it a bit which would be great:

However, they tore it up with much more speed and enthusiasm than they seem to be reconstructing it. I haven’t seen anyone working on it in a week.

And it seems to be tree trimming season in my neighborhood. It all started when a large tree limb broke and fell onto that sidewalk pictured above. Not only did no one clear it, but it seemed to give people ideas and everyone in the vicinity started adding their own tree trimmings (and other misc trash0 to the pile. That enormous pile has been cleared away to make way for the sidewalk destruction but there are similar piles springing up all over the neighborhood.

I could go on like this all day! It’s kind of fascinating in a way, though it does make it hard to walk along when your path is suddenly blocked by a big pile of tree limbs. And the poor trees! We aren’t talking about precision pruning here either - think a barefoot guy up a tree with a blunt axe, cutting off anything he can reach until all that is left are a few leafy sprigs. It’s a wonder than anything survives.

Only three weeks until we leave for our Christmas holidays in the US. Maybe when we get back, the sidewalk will be fixed…