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Review: SHARKK Backlit Ultrathin iPad Keyboard

IMG_20140630_201815_999After three tries I finally found the perfect keyboard for the iPad: the SHARKK Backlit Ultrathin iPad Bluetooth Wireless Keyboard by this progressive company called SHARKK.

I love writing with this new set up. It syncs up to the iPad almost instantly for quick typing and the response is immediate.

The keys just feel good and they are back lit with a range of zazzy colors to choose from. The keyboard clips to the iPad securely and easily with magnets and the sleek aluminum profile looks good, feels good and is professional without being boring. I can’t say enough good things about this keyboard. It’s so fun to work with I bet it even cures writer’s block ;D

Here’s my video review on the subject – thanks to first time camera man xmonkeydoox for helping me create it!

Journal Jabber – Alicia Sparks – Radio Show 6·1·14

jj1After a few glitches and a lot of learning, the new Journal Jabber shows are starting to come out.  Listen in as Alicia Sparks heats things up as we chat about her newest release, “Sin Bin,” hockey and her birthday.

Journal Jabber on YouTube!

Here it is – the first Journal Jabber show in it’s new home, nestled comfortably on the Ember Spark channel.  What a great first show as well – four authors of microfiction pit pen and prose against each other in a battle of words to see which will walk away as the Iron Writer 2014.

Future shows will be posted on the channel and we will start posting the archives as well.  We will have more freedom to do extra shows and be much more creative than our former platform allowed.  Please have a listen, like and share.  Subscribe to catch them all!

Thanks Ember for hosting Journal Jabber on your channel!


A New “Song” by Frank W. Smith

forcontestAuthor Frank W. Smith has come out with a new addition to his Wolf Song trilogy – Night Song.  Fans of the first book, Wolf Song, will be delighted to see their favorite characters return – and to know that Frank has kept to his original treatment of the werewolf treatment.

I’m delighted to announce that Frank will be our guest on JournalJabber tomorrow at 2 p.m. central, and in preparation for the show, he has given us some advance details about his new book.  Click here to listen.

Camera profile BW eyesFrank, for anyone not familiar with your first book, can you give us a summery?

Frank W SmithWell, in the first book ‘Wolf Song’, we find out that vampires and werewolves live  among us. They have had an uneasy truce for years, both living their lives and trying to avoid each other. One day  at a club Jon, one of the main characters, notices a female vampire leading off a young man so she can feed on him. Instantly he has to make a decision, does he allow the boy to be murdered in the werewolf territory or does he step in and do the right thing and save him. 

His actions after making that split second judgment, sets off a chain of events that quickly spiral down into bloodshed and outright war. The book follows one clan of werewolves living in New York City as they are hunted down and exterminated one by one. It also follows their daily lives as they struggle to contain the rage they feel inside of them, the rage that is a gift and a curse to them. Along the way they discover some wonderful allies as well as some awe-inspiring enemies. 

Camera profile BW eyesYour werewolves are different that the stereotypical ones in most literature… what inspiration was behind that?

Frank W SmithI wanted werewolves that were more akin to they way they  were when  I was growing up. Humans made large with animal ferocity, struggling to contain the rage inside of them. Wanting nothing more to be a normal human. However with their internal war of belonging to two very different worlds, you are never quite sure when they will erupt and all that pain and rage will be focused on you. I tried to make them super-natural but human as well. Struggling with the things we struggle with, wishing for all the things we wish for and yet many of them aspire to be something better. They want to work through the darkness they find in themselves and somehow make the world, which has no place for them, a much brighter world in the process. 

The endless parade of half naked alpha wolves and pale misunderstood vampires is not for me. These are creatures from legend given life among us. Beings of pain and rage and hidden nobility as well as every other trait you find in humanity.

Camera profile BW eyesCan you give us your favorite passage from your first book in the trilogy, Wolf Song?

Frank W SmithFrom Wolf Song: Through the red haze of the change, he realized the female vampire was now staring at him. Jon took a step out of the shadows, letting the dim light illuminate him more clearly. Jon’s new form easily topped eight feet tall and weighed well over four hundred pounds. The large muzzle and lupine features turned to regard the pair as the corded muscles of his body screamed for the release of action. His mind, reeling from the pain, tried to focus and not let this get out of hand. He wanted to save the boy and nothing more. The pale young man in her arms was dumbstruck in terror and disbelief. Jon growled around teeth not meant for speech, “Run boy, run home before it’s too late.”

     To his credit, the young man did attempt to run away, grasping and tugging on the woman’s arm as he tried to save her from the danger that had just come stalking out of the shadows. He didn’t even budge her. She turned on him, fangs now bared, the glamour gone and the true face of her evil revealed. A casual backhand sent the boy flying into the wall fifteen feet way as she turned all of her attention back to the werewolf standing in front of her. Jon watched in relief as the boy amazingly stood up and ran off.

     She screeched at Jon in a voice that was the whine of a flat-lined heart-monitor and the rumble of distant thunder combined, “You must have a death wish, dog, to come between one of us and our prey. It is our right to feed on these lesser beings.” Her voice took on an even more menacing tone. “Your interference will not be tolerated.”

     “You will not feed here; this is our territory. You have no rights here. The boy is gone. Leave peacefully before this goes any further.” The pain sang to him, lulled him, begging for a fight he would probably lose. Jon could not let the lycanthropy dictate his actions, so he fought the growing rage.

      “Do you know who I am, little puppy? I don’t cower for dogs like you.”

     Jon stood up to his full height, looking down on the little woman standing in front of him. The next words he spoke were the hardest of his life, “I will tell you again, go. The boy is gone; there is no problem.”

     She smiled a sickly innocent smile at him, “Oh, you have a problem.”

Camera profile BW eyesHow about a taste of your newest, Night Song?

Frank W SmithFrom Night Song: Ishi’s blade ran red. The last few moments were a blur of automatic moves honed from more than a hundred years of training. Each swing of the deadly sharp blade was part of a dance, part of the continuing string of beautiful movements that left his enemies dead. His feet were so sure and his actions so quick it almost seemed he floated between the black clad forms of the vampires. A subconscious smile was on his face as a calmness spread through his mind. He was doing what he was born to do, yes he might die, all men die, but even that held no fear for him. His time should have been long ago and when the silent shadow of death came for him, he would embrace him as an equal, but deep in his heart Ishi knew that time was not this time.

In all his years of living Ishi did not run into many things that took his breath away, he was jaded by simply seeing so much over that time. But as he fought his way to Jon, to be by the side of the man he had sworn to protect, his steps faltered, the tip of his sword dropped just a bit and he stood and watched in awe.

If Ishi was poetry and the refined step of a practiced art, Jon was a volcano erupted, a chaotic form of nature’s fury unleashed on lesser beings. Ishi watched him stride through the battle, head and shoulders above all the others. Snarling, sweeping all his enemies before him like a raging tide, his movements were undeniable and the fury of his blows unstoppable. The Samurai werewolf watched vampire after vampire try to bear his friend down only to be thrown back by the awesome power. Jon reached down and grabbed one vampire by the ankles and swung him like a club, smashing him into a car and shattering the windows, swinging him into the solid wall of a building and cracking it before he used him as a weapon on the other dark servants attacking him. And then the most horrible, awe-inspiring thing happened that Ishihiro had ever seen; Jon began to laugh. As he waded through the pools of blood at his feet, he laughed, a sound that echoed off the rows of teeth lining his jaws on its way out. There was no moral ambiguity here, these were not humans lead astray, for whom there still might be some slim chance at salvation, these were vampires. These were creatures of darkness, born of hate and spite, sent here for the sole purpose of destruction and death and Jon was finally able to unleash the full power held inside of him with the song and the curse. The leader of the werewolves had become divine retribution given a form. Ishi could almost sense the power coming off of his friend, every swing was followed by a death and a laugh and the aura of the song. Ishihiro stood awestruck.

Camera profile BW eyesAbsolutely love it – thank you Frank!  Fans, be sure to come back tomorrow for my interview with Frank on internet radio talk show, JournalJabber (Sunday, 2 p.m. central). In the meantime, check out Frank W. Smith on Facebook and grab Wolf Song and Night Song on Amazon.