Showing posts with label Fresh Wind and Strange Fire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fresh Wind and Strange Fire. Show all posts

Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Fresh Wind Fine Art Exhibition

Let me express my heartfelt gratitude for the artistic responses to my recent call for book cover submissions. The publisher has now made her decision. Below are some of the cool images that I received this week. These were not exactly what we were looking for, but they do comprise a worthy gallery for a perusal with glass of wine in hand, as we celebrate this upcoming book launch gala. The cover actually chosen for Fresh Wind & Strange Fire: One Man's Adventures in Primal Mexico will be unveiled very soon. Stay tuned for that.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Calling All Readers And Photographers!

The release of Fresh Wind & Strange Fire: One Man's Adventures In Primal Mexico is just around the corner. The wait is almost over. Author Lyn Fuchs is issuing a call to all photographers for prospective cover-photo submissions. Would you like to be a part of a literary milestone? Lyn's previous work Sacred Ground & Holy Water: One Man's Adventures In The Wild received glowing acclaim from New York Times bestselling authors as well as critics at CNN, Travelers' Tales, Midwest Book Review and Matador Travel Network. This release promises to be just as eventful and impacting.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

The Dentist Visit From Hell

I was assaulted by my dentist,
In the middle of nowhere Mexico, my filling breaks. With no apparent cause, an upper back molar, which for many years has been an amalgamation of tooth, silver and white composite, cracks and crumbles. A razor-sharp ridge and gaping hole remain. I must visit an unfamiliar dentist in a technologically-primitive town to explain my condition in broken Spanish and bizarre gestures that may not be understood.

The dentist's office is located in the garage of the dentist's house. Though the sign says he opens at 9 AM, it's near 10:30 when he cranks up the retractable door. “Un momento,” he says before disappearing. Thirty minutes later, he returns and points me into his rusty chair, for an examination with old unwashed tools more reminiscent of the carpentry channel than the surgery network.