Time for the Summer Splash Blog Hop!

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Summer Splash Blog Hop!Welcome to the Summer Splash Blog Hop 2014!

The web site for the Blog Hop is http://summersplashhop.blogspot.com. Here you can find out more about this fun event, find other authors, and see what prizes are offered by each author. Your participation will determine what great free stuff you will win!

There are five prizes for your participation on my website.  They are:

First Prize – an autographed copy of my book, Strange Times in Yeehaw Junction, and a signed copy of the art work for the new cover design.

Second Prize – an autographed copy of my book, Strange Times in Yeehaw Junction.

Third Prize – an ebook of (you guessed it) ‘Strange Times in Yeehaw Junction, and a signed copy of the art work for the new cover design.

Fourth Prize – an ebook of the same, along with a signed copy of the inside art work.

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The Path to Nirvana is Littered with Empty Beer Bottles

What a riot!! Enjoy, folks!

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A vacation, by definition, is a time to get away from your life.  For some of us it’s all about fun, and for others it may be about reflection.  There’s relaxation, connecting with friends or family, or experiencing new places and things.  I had planned this as a working vacation – a time to relax with friends, but also a time for reflection and maybe a little writing.  I had envisioned myself walking into coffee shops with my laptop and spending hours stringing words together in some sort of beautiful and meaningful way.

Of course, things don’t always turn out the way they were planned.  Instead of creating the perfect vacation, I have inadvertently become a major financial contributor to the alcohol and cigar industries.  The most responsible thing I’ve done so far is get a one-hour massage the afternoon after I arrived.  However, instead of enjoying the normally rejuvenating…

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Book Launch Party

Crazy #codebloodred book launch!

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On May 10th from 4:00-6:00 P.M. there will be a Code Blood Red book launch at the Trolley Pub located at 1245 Main St. in Willimantic CT.

The Trolley Pub was my favorite bar to stop at after basketball games, work, twilight baseball and to watch football games. It’s still my favorite bar I just get there a lot less than I did in my 20’s.  The Train Stop in Code Blood Red is a bar that some characters go and is loosely based on the Trolley Pub.

A few characters from Code Blood Red have generously donated some prizes that a few lucky people in attendance can win at the book launch.

Characters that have donated prizes are Richie Andrews, one of our heroes, and one of the main character, Scott Belgrade’s closest friend.  He has contributed a prize that will be quite useful for safety purposes.

Another character…

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Bonus Features from Code Blood Red

Jeff Belanger, author for Code Blood Red, has so many awesome things planned for his readers. This is just the beginning.

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This is the first post on the website as a bonus feature to Code Blood Red. A DVD many times will have bonus features and my book will have the same. I have some fun stuff planned with a day in the life with various characters, email/text exchanges between characters and even some real footage from the book. (actually fake footage it is a work of fiction)

Richie Andrews United Bell Hard Hat Richie Andrews United Bell Hard Hat

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Who are we?

Do you wonder . . . ? What defines us ? Who you are? What makes you YOU . . . and how many times you will change these definitions as you grow . . . do you know?

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An old friend of mine has gone through some rough times over the last few years.  During that time he found religion.  Shortly after that he became more patriotic and conservative, and started announcing his newly found political beliefs without any evidence of reconciling the differences between his earlier, more liberal, philosophies.  He simply abandoned them, along with many of the things that made him the person he was at that time.

Someone else’s values are their own business, but I always question the motives behind such an extreme change in anyone.  This is especially true when a person ties up so much of themselves, so much of their identity, into a particular set of ideologies.  And it makes me wonder just how much of what we are can be labeled or defined by the things outside of ourselves that we fervently believe in, or cling to.

Are we who…

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March Madness . . . it’s nuts!

Steamy, mysterious, creepy, crazy . . . this book has it all — and it’s just the beginning . . . #MARCHMADNESS BEGINS HERE, folks, with CODE BLOOD RED by Jeffrey Belanger — Do it. www.thewordverve.com/code-blood-red/
Free shipping through March for print copies, which are awesome. Also available on eBook everywhere.

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Home Alone – The Final Day

I think he’s gonna make it.

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By the time the police arrived, the aliens had already left and taken our furniture with them.  At least that’s what I told the officer.  The truth, of course, was a much different story, and I had lost much more that just chairs and sofas at last night’s poker game with a handful of my neighbor friends.  I figured an actual police report would make the whole alien excuse legitimate enough for Kim to believe upon her return, even if advanced beings probably had no use on their spaceship for an ottoman that our cats had been using as a scratching post for the last fourteen years.

The cats, incidentally, are no longer duct-taped to the ceiling fan.  They seemed agitated and hungry when I unwrapped the tape to set them free, and neither one appeared to recognize that I was the good guy for rescuing them as they wildly scrambled…

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Home Alone – Day 5

Day 5 . . . and it just keeps getting better!

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It’s a good thing my wife will be home in just a couple of days.  The toxicity level in my body, mostly from alcohol and cheap cigars, has reached a critical level.  My coordination is off, my decision-making abilities are severely impaired, and I believe I may have started hallucinating.  I thought I spotted a cow in the kitchen this morning, our collection of books seems to be rearranging itself on the shelves just to taunt me, the silk plants are drooping from lack of water, and I looked up and saw that both cats had been duct-taped to opposing blades of the ceiling fan, spinning in slow circles above my throbbing head.  Actually, that last one wasn’t a hallucination.  I don’t know how they got there, whether it was by the gypsies or me, sleep-walking, but they seem to be safe right now, and I have other problems to deal…

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Home Alone – Day 4

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The fire in the living room had gone out by daybreak, and the gypsies’ resolve in the assumption that this was their house was dwindling.  I credit this realization partly to the sobering effects of running out of drugs and alcohol, and also to the incredibly rude odor emanating from the overflowing litter box.  no amount of smoke could mask that smell, and it was almost pushing me out the door.  Also, there was also the matter of food.  I had none; the gypsies had eaten it all.  I had a plan, and it involved food that was hidden in my secret stash.  Junk food.  Powerful stuff.

I was able to procure two bags of Doritos from my special hiding place in my art studio.  I walked into the living room, shaking the bags as I entered.  My unwanted guests all looked up at once and arose as I slowly…

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Home Alone – Day 3

Day 3 == I just can’t resist sharing this stuff. It’s hilarious!

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I can’t remember what kind of night I had experienced, but it was a very wet morning.  The sun was streaming though the ragged palmetto scrubs and huge live oak trees.  It’s Florida’s version of spring, or maybe autumn, and the oak trees were shedding their leaves, turning the sky into a giant blender of small, brown and yellow twirling ovals.  It was, perhaps, the first time I have ever awakened in a neighbor’s swimming pool.  My body’s alcohol content must have been ridiculously high, because I floated easily in the over-chlorinated pool.  I heard a rasping noise that seemed to be coming out of my own head, like Darth Vader with a sore throat.  I moved my head and felt pressure around my ears and my hair.  I stretched both arms forward and grasped only water; I was belly down in the pool.  How was I breathing?  I reached up and…

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