Monday, March 18, 2019

Authors Express Promotion: Alfred J. Garrotto--view book trailer

Authors Express Promotion: Alfred J. Garrotto:


I invite you to view the 1-minute book trailer for Book 3, I'll Paint a Sun, in my Caribbean Tremors Trilogy. Let me know what you think of it.


Other book trailers for the series are found below:


Book 1 -- A Love Forbidden


Book 2 -- Finding Isabella

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Carribean Tremors Trilogy--Now Available Online


Destiny brings Leah Barton, USA director of Prisoners of Conscience International, and Fr. Javier de Cordova together again after parting ways 14 years earlier in the Caribbean Islands nation of Santo Sangre. The tiny country’s dictator, Raúl Montenegro, has lured the priest into a sham diplomatic mission to meet with European and American POCI leaders, pleading his country's case—innocent of imprisoning political prisoners. Armed only with government misinformation about the issue, Javier agrees to represent this man he distrusts for one reason only. It will give him one last opportunity to see the woman he once loved and lost. Javier intends to admit to Leah, now a widow with two children, that he made a terrible mistake in rejecting her love to remain faithful to his calling. During Leah and Javier's brief reunion in San Francisco (CA), they discover two life-changing truths. The very love that once drove them apart still burns within them. But it may be too late. Javier discovers that he has led an assassin to her doorstep and that her son is targeted for death. Putting their rekindled love and lives on the line, Leah and Javier pool their meager resources in a seemingly hopeless attempt to avert an unstoppable, cold-blooded murder.


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Adoptee Analisa Marconi loses her family—for a second time—when her parents die in a private plane crash in which she is the only survivor. The trip was to celebrate her completion of grad school and the start of her new career. Devastated and alone in the world, now, and finally recovered from her own injuries, she sets out on a perilous journey of self-discovery to Santo Sangre, the Caribbean country of her birth to search for her birth mother and siblings. In a chance meeting, she meets and is immediately drawn to Arturo de Cordoba, a local music icon. But, these days, her island birth-country is a dangerous place for young women adoptees who innocently escaped lives of destitution through adoption. Thrust into this unwelcoming environment, Analisa is brutally kidnapped from her hotel room by domestic terrorists calling themselves Los Dejados (“those left behind”). Their insane cause is to recapture Santo Sangre-born female adoptees, get them pregnant—again and again—and thereby make up for the perceived losses to their nation. When Analisa pulls off a daring escape from her captors, Arturo volunteers to accompany her to the interior of the island where she hopes to find those ruptured familial links to her past. At last she finds her birth mother and her child self, but again faces danger from Los Dejados. Love a great read packed with tender romance, life-threatening danger, and heart-stopping suspense? Finding Isabella is waiting for you.

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Liberty “Libby” O’Neill has it all. A business partner-fiancé she adores. A thriving Victorian restoration business in San Francisco, a city forested with raw material sufficient to keep them employed—and comfortable—for years to come. Then, why the sense of dread stirring her from sleep at 3 a.m.? Why the sudden terror? The cold sweat? This makes no sense, she tells the darkness. But it does. Libby awakens to reality of imminent bankruptcy after her fiancé abandons her, absconding with all the company’s cash. In desperation, she hires a half-demented street person, known only as Painter, to help her complete a Victorian restoration that can save her from ruin. As work progresses, Libby discovers a surprising reserve of wisdom in her new assistant. The restoration of the grand 19th century house parallels the transformation both Libby and Painter lives, as individuals and, over time, with each other. Their working relationship faces a severe challenge, when she discovers that her homeless day laborer is someone quite other than a street person who spiraled into booze-driven self-loathing. Can their mutual healing survive revelation of Painter’s true identity? Or are they each too irreparably broken to put their lives together and become whole—for themselves and for each other?


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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

COMING SOON . . . . Caribbean Tremors . . . Books 1 and 2

Coming November 12, 2018

Caribbean Tremors Book 1
A LOVE FORBIDDEN
by Alfred J. Garrotto 


Click on the 
title above to watch a brief book trailer . . .

Pre-Order now by clicking on Amazon.com

only $0.99



Caribbean Tremors Book 2
FINDING ISABELLA
by
Alfred J. Garrotto

Coming November 12
Pre-Order now -- only $0.99

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on the book title above 

Finding Isabella--2nd ed cover
                                                     

Friday, April 27, 2018

Memora--To make present again



RE-ALLY – re-connect with my true self

RE-COMMIT – promises made are not to fade but find new faces

RE-CONSTITUTE – re-assemble the broken pieces of life for re-use as building blocks for the future

RE-INVIGORATE – revive earlier vitality from the dust bin to its former place of honor

RE-MEMBER – the past is only the present waiting to come alive again

RE-MIND – hold in the present what is so easily forgotten

RE-MOVE – quit false obstacles; live to the full till death—and beyond

RE-TIRE – time to renew what is worn but still good and life giving


(c) 2018 by Alfred J. Garrotto
All rights reserved

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

The Best is Yet to Come!

The message in today's readings from the Book of Wisdom (6:12-16) and the Gospel of Matthew (25:1-13) is about the need for us to cultivate wisdom and listen to its lessons.

a homily by Fr. Brian Timoney
Christ the King Parish, Pleasant Hill, California, USA
32nd Sunday of Ordinary Time (Cycle A)

Four years ago, a good friend of mine was dying of cancer. A few weeks before her death I called, asking if it would be a good time to visit. She told me that she and her best friend were going to a small Deli for lunch and that I could join them there. We sat at a table and she asked to speak to the manager. "What could you provide for a reception after a funeral," was her question. "When is the funeral?" asked the manager. "The exact date has not yet been decided" was the answer. You should have seen the face of the manager as she realized to whom she was speaking. I don't think I have ever met anyone more prepared to meet Jesus than that friend of mine, both on the material and spiritual level. Her jar of oil was full. I will not easily forget that lesson. 
Wisdom is speaking to me and I am listening and learning. That is what the Scriptures are asking us to do today.
I may not be the only one who thinks that she/he is truly wise. I may believe that my advanced age and wispy white hair, my 61 years as a priest are signs that I have learned something over the years, that I can now make good judgments free from all bias. Alas, wisdom does not come with age or experience, or scholarship, or position in church or society. It comes, from being humble. St. Teresa of Avila said that humility is truth. Only God knows the absolute truth of everything and it is in God the Holy Spirit that truth abides, the wisdom that will help us to live well and look to the future, wisdom that will help us to make good decisions in situations where it is not easy to distinguish between wise and foolish, right and wrong. 
I am sure you recall the fruits of the Holy Spirit--wisdom, understanding, counsel, fortitude, knowledge, piety, and the fear of the Lord. In the Book of Wisdom today (6:12-16), we are urged to love and seek wisdom. That means being on the lookout for the presence of the Holy Spirit. It may manifest itself in the innocent utterance of a child, the good counsel of an experienced religious leader, the writings of scholars, but above all in the prayerful reading of Sacred Scripture. We have to open up our hearts and minds to the words of Jesus himself. In him the Spirit dwells in all fullness, we should be prepared to be guided by what we hear Jesus say, what we see him do. It may not be what we would like to see or hear, but it is the truth and we should pray for the humility necessary to accept that truth. Wisdom herself is speaking to us.
In praying  t h  e   Gospel passage f r o m   M a t t h e w   25: 1-13  today, it is quite clear that Wisdom is telling us to be prepared for the coming of Christ, that the summons to meet the bridegroom can come quite suddenly. I am keenly aware of this truth, given my advanced age. I am not the oldest member of this community, there are some in their nineties, but old enough to know that I should be stocking up on the oil that will keep my lamp burning until the bridegroom, Jesus, comes. No, I am not being morbid or paranoid, just realistic. Scripture calls it the oil of gladness and it is described by Jesus: "Whatever you do to the least of my sisters and brothers, you do to me." That is the oil we have to stock up on. That is the oil that burns brightest and, in doing so, most clearly shows the way to the wedding feast. Surely for us all, the wise thing to do is to have a full jar. This is ultimate wisdom, the greatest gift of the Holy Spirit, to have a stock of good deeds.
Last Monday, Frs. Paulson and Vince and I were at the funeral of one of our brother priest, Fr. Tony Herrera. Before the Mass began there was open casket and people were surprised and perhaps a little confused to see what Fr. Tony had in his hand as he lay in the casket. Not  Rosary beads, not a Bible, not a Cross. It was a fork! Yes, a dinner fork. Fr. Tony was a gourmet cook and, when he had friends to dinner and the main course finished, he would say: "Keep your fork, the best is yet to come." 
There he lay, in his casket, shouting out to all of us. "The best is yet to come, the wedding banquet is ready, be prepared." There, surely, was and is the greatest wisdom.
Let us all shout with him, "The best is yet to come!" 

"The best is yet to come!" 


Again, "The best is yet to come!”  
Amen
November 12, 2017
(c) 2017 Brian Timoney
All rights reserved


Saturday, July 22, 2017

CWC and Me (or is it "I"?)

I knew about the Mt. Diablo Branch of CWC for some time before joining. I had already been commercially published in the 1980s—a three-volume nonfiction work under the series title, Adult-to-Adult (Winston Press, Minneapolis, MN). Today, that title might sound sexy. Not then. The series was meant for Christian discussion groups. Since they sold well, I thought, “This writing/publishing thing is easy.”

I still didn’t think the series stamped my ticket as a “professional writer.” To be a real writer I undertook the task of writing a real book, a . . . drum roll . . . novel. It took eight years of writing and editing to arrive at a finished product and secure a literary agent. More editing delays. Finally, the book sold to a mass-market paperback house in Canada.

Any writer who knows the thrill of ripping open a box and seeing the cover of that first published book—although this wasn’t—will identify with my gut response. There it was! A Love Forbidden. A novel. A real book. With my name on the cover. I don’t mind telling you that I cried tears of authorial pride—and relief. I had finally met my own artificial standard for joining CWC.

I soon learned that, during those years of solitary labor, I would have benefitted greatly by association with a professional writing community. Such influence would have improved the quality of my writing. Just walking into the room for our monthly gettogethers, I am energized by the creative vibes electrifying the atmosphere. Dozens of novels and short stories buzz around inside the attendees, all in various drafts and phases of development. Memoirs, biographies and, of course, the imaginings of talented poets in our midst further ratchet up the voltage. I always leave having experienced a revival of my own creative juices. Over the years, dozens of my professional colleagues in CWC MD have also become dear and valued friends.

So, whenever I’m asked why I belong to the California Writers Club and faithfully attend almost every meeting . . . and why I have given back by serving two terms as president and still do as a board member, I reply with sincerity: “This is about the only place I can go every month where people understand the Writer-Me. When we converse about aspects of our creative calling, they know what I’m talking about.” Every writer needs this kind of affirmation.

Note: To date, I have published 12 books and adapted three of my seven novels into screenplays, which I currently market on InkTip.com. My most recent book is The Soul of Art (nonfiction). Another nonfiction work-in-progress is grinding its way through a tortuous first draft.

A Love Forbidden is still available free on Smashwords.com, iBooks, and other online e-book sites, as well as on Amazon.com for $0.99. It remains my "bestselling" book, after all these years.ins my "bestselling" book, after all these years.

(c) 2017 by Alfred J. Garrotto
All rights reserved



Tuesday, June 27, 2017

A Burst of Flash Fiction--"My Dreaded Pleasure"

Happened again! In bed too late, overslept in the a.m., missed work (some, not all, but groggily performed). I hate it when I’m snagged. Can’t help it. Powerless when it hits me. I can be in the same spot at other times with no ill effects. Good night’s sleep. Alert on arising. Mindless of time at work, to the point of being late for dinner. I track each occurrence with a pseudo-scientific star rating. Five, “Beware.” Threes, no problem. This brainy system keeps me sane, an alert employee, happily married—most of the time. Until it hits. No one to blame. Just me, hoping not to get caught. I know what I like and sniff around temptation, drawn to it like a . . . . brain’s fogged, make up your own simile. Still it’s pretty rare, all things considered. When I creep into the high fours, I know I’m in grave danger (loss of sleep, defective production, “Don’t bother me, Honey”). I even pray—last resort of a half-baked believer: “Not a five! Thank you, God or god or Krishna,” whoever’s protecting me on temptation’s path. Close call. Let me be honest with you, though, not even prayer can help me when I’m in the throes of a can’t-put-it-down novel.

(c) 2017 by Alfred J. Garrotto
All rights reserved