Calling All Indiana Authors!

Greetings Fellow Indiana Authors!

I am the coordinator for the Local Authors Booth at the 67th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, Wednesday, November 9th – Sunday, November 13th, 2016. We still have author slots available.

The show will be held at the Indiana State Fairgrounds, West Pavilion, 1202 East 38th Street, Indianapolis, IN 46205.

This venue has been very successful over the years for local authors to sell their books.

You may sign up for as many time slots as you wish. The prices are: $75 per author, per time slot. The fee includes a linen-covered 5 ft table, one chair, storage space, the website feature, an author’s badge, an exhibitor helper’s badge, a parking pass, and two tickets for friends/family. The badges and parking pass are good for free entry for the entire five days of the show. If you need an extra chair, there is a one-time $10 charge.

If you are interested in participating in this event, email me at purewalpublishing@gmail.com, and I will send you the application form.

Although I will accommodate as many authors as possible, there is limited space.

I look forward to working with you! If you have any questions, please contact me.

Thank you!

Suzanne Purewal

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The Midwest Blues

     In honor of National Poetry Month, I will post some of my poems.

     This is a poem that I wrote for the Noble Writers’ Group. Each month there is an assignment. This assignment required us to write about a man and a woman meeting for the first time. We also had to use the words airplane, tractor, ocean, city and coast. And for some reason, I wrote it from the man’s point of view. Enjoy!

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The Midwest Blues

While I was riding along on Bessie, my old trusty tractor,
I came across a beauty of a woman. I had to swerve, so I didn’t smack her.
She gasped, “Oh my!” And I pulled over to the side.
She smiled and kindly asked if I could give her a ride.
“Sure ‘nuff. Where to my fine, fair lass?”
“To the closest city where I can order a tall, cool sassafras.”
“I know just the place. It’s up yonder, beyond the hill.”
“Get me there quickly, and I promise you a memorable thrill.”
I threw Bessie into gear and wished she would sprout wings.
Along the way, the temptress whispered in my ear unrepeatable things.
I delivered her as promised to the Land of Good and Plenty Grill and Bar.
After quenching her thirst, she stormed the stage and commandeered a guitar.
She grabbed the microphone and then she did boast
About how big of a music star she was on the West Coast.
“I opened for Jefferson Airplane and was a backup singer for Billy Ocean.
And here I’m stuck in the Midwest amid the cornfields and Amish in Goshen.”
Then she started to sing and her voice was the sweetest I’d ever heard.
And when she strummed the last chord, no one spoke a word.
However, the applause was thunderous and filled her with delight.
She approached me and said, “I promised you an unforgettable night.”
We disappeared and true to her word, for the next hour she rang my bell.
The devil’s in the details. However, a true gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.

Copyright © 2011 by Suzanne Purewal

My Big, Fat Greek Tragedy

MasksComedyTragedy     If there was any doubt that my life is a Greek tragedy in the making, this episode of “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” should solidify the notion in everyone’s minds.
     This installment’s bachelor is a well-known businessman in this area. So, all I will say is that he was in his early 50s and had blond hair and blue eyes.
     Initially, when he contacted me, I turned him down. One of the descriptors in his Match profile did not sit right with me. And I explained in my reply that descriptor was why I was turning him down.
     He wrote me a long email in return, clarifying his position and dispelling any incorrect impressions I had. His arguments were good ones. So, I agreed to talk to him.
     We talked and hit it off. We wanted to meet. However, he was in Florida vacationing with his kids. We would meet when he returned. Despite him being on vacation, we spoke every day.
     Then, my dad had a heart attack. So, I was driving to New York as this intriguing man was about to drive back to Indiana.
     God just loves messing with me.
     My potential suitor understood, and we kept talking on the phone.
     Finally, we were in the same city at the same time. So, after talking for almost three weeks, we met for dinner. We got along splendidly. Our likes and dislikes were the same in just about all areas, including politics and religion. That, in and of itself, was amazing.
     He grew up on the East Coast, just like me. Loved to travel. Loved live theater and musicals! Yes, musicals! Where had he been hiding all of this time?
     Well, most of the time, he was working, networking or attending his kids’ activities. He had the busiest calendar I had ever seen. He could not plan out more than a week ahead because meetings and events were constantly being added to his schedule by his assistant and his kids. But he swore he would make time for me. And he did try.
     In the days that followed, we talked for hours on end, about everything and anything. The conversation never got stale or boring. The more we got to know one another, the more perfect we seemed for each other. The similarities were uncanny.
     Drinking and smoking were not issues. Awesome!
     His children were older. Another bonus.
     He had no pets and had no intention of ever owning one. Thank you, Jesus!
     Pinch me already!
     Anyway, everything was going pretty well until it was time to meet his friends. That’s when the bottom dropped out.
     While Mr. Seemingly-Perfect did not have any pets, every single one of his friends did. These friends were his work colleagues as well as his personal friends. He spent almost all of his time with these people. And from what he told me about them, they were the best friends a person could ask for. I’m sure I would have agreed.
     But the conundrum was that they all entertained in their houses. You know, where the animals lived.
     If you have not read my previous posts on the subject, my allergic reaction to animals is anaphylactic. So, I can not be around animals. Extended exposure to them could literally kill me.
     Meeting his friends out at a restaurant would have been fine. I suggested that. But in the long run, that would not have been feasible or sustainable, as they all loved to entertain at their homes. Each had an elaborate backyard oasis, fire pit, and/or boat, etc.
     Then there was his buddy’s lake house. I absolutely love lake houses because I love sitting by a lake, looking out at the water and listening to the water lap up on the shore. And there’s nothing quite like watching the sun rise or set over the water.
     That’s one of the biggest things I miss about living in New York. I really miss being close to a large body of water. Growing up minutes from Lake Ontario was a luxury I did not fully appreciate until I moved to Indiana, land of small, man-made lakes. But I digress…
     Alas, there were always animals at his buddy’s lake house. The owner brought his pets and allowed everyone to bring their pets too. Well, just shoot me now and put me out of my misery.
     I could not in good conscience ask him to pick between me and his friends. He’s known some of them for over twenty years. If I kept him from them, he would become resentful. And I would feel guilty.
     And if he always went over to his friends’ houses and to the lake house without me, I would become resentful. And presumably, he would feel guilty.
     We discussed the situation rationally. No compromise was suitable, and he picked his friends.
     I will not lie. I am extremely disappointed. But let’s face it; I could never compete with them, the lifestyle to which he had grown accustomed, the boats and the lake house.
     How pitiful is that? We can’t have a relationship because of other people’s pets.
     Heavy sigh.
     Animals are truly the bane of my existence.

Copyright © 2015 by Suzanne Purewal

Just Say, “No!”

no     Welcome to my first 2015 installment of my online dating series, “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched.” According to online dating statistics, January 4th is the biggest sign-up day for their sites. That gave me a new glimmer of hope. Although, so far, Indianapolis’ bachelors seem to be singing the same old song – same tune, just different words.

     The initial contact email from one guy read, “My view of your profile indicates we are a 97% match. If we were any more alike, you would have strong biceps and I would have boobs.”
     I have to assume he thought I would find that funny. He guessed wrong. I could not find words to reply. I take that back. I did have words. I just did not want to engage him in conversation. Any guy that uncouth in an introductory email did not deserve a reply.

     A retired sales executive, who was out of my desired age range, contacted me and said he did not have pets and thought we were a perfect match. His profile indicated he was a cigar aficionado and ultimate sun worshiper. So, I had my doubts.
     Among other questions, I inquired, “How often do you smoke?”
     He replied, “I don’t smoke. Well, occasionally, a stogie and of course pot.”
     Of course pot???
     This is not Colorado or Amsterdam, the last time I checked. This man was in his late 50s. He was not some punk kid or Olympian gold medalist, Michael Phelps.
     “I don’t do drugs and will not date anyone who does. So if getting high is part of your life, then this is where our conversation ends.”
     And that was the end of that.

     The next bachelor’s email claimed he was a gemologist from New York City. He went on about how the family business takes him all over the world.
     Not interested, I replied, “You live over 700 miles away. So I’m not sure why you’re looking in Indiana. Logistically, it doesn’t make any sense. I’m not looking for a long distance relationship.”
     “If I find the right woman, I shall relocate to be closer to her or even live in the same house with her.”
     Oh, I bet you would like living off of a woman, wouldn’t you?
     “No. Best of luck to you.”
     “It will interest you to know that I have been thinking of you all day and I really want this to work between us and as of the distance that shouldn’t be a problem because like I said earlier that I shall be relocating closer to you. All what I need now to bail myself out of financial struggle is just 25,000 dollars and I have 21,000 already what I need is 4000 can you help me YES or NO no long mails and explanation.”
     “NO!”
     Wow! It’s bad enough that he was trying to swindle me out of money, but to demand an answer immediately, with no explanation, that’s so ridiculous. Apparently, he was an impatient thief and did not want to waste time if he wasn’t going to get a payoff. I hoped I would not hear from this scammer again. No such luck.
      “Why the silent? A friend in salt lake want to transfer me money into account but I can not access my account here so I was thinking if they can transfer the money into your account when you get it, you will send it to me using western union the amount is about 5000 or 6000 can you help me? I need money urgently here in Turkey to get out of here.”
     Turkey can have you!
     The fatal flaw in this scammer’s logic is that the friend could send the money via Western Union. I think it could be a ring of foreign thieves because the English in the initial communication was good. It went downhill with each subsequent exchange. Who knows.
     It worries me that some people might be gullible enough to fall for this scam. I reported him, but his profile and any trace of him were gone.
     Beware of low-life scammers! They are everywhere!

     After talking for the good part of a week, I went to dinner with a project manager from the south side of Indianapolis. I liked that he preferred talking to texting. I found that encouraging. When we met, I realized he was a little bit country, and I was a little bit rock and roll. He seemed uncomfortable and out of his element at the restaurant. But he was polite, and we had a nice time. I was hemming and hawing about whether to go on another date with him.
     The following day, I received a text from an unknown number.
     “Why the f*** do you have my f***ing number saved? Get out of here and leave me and him’s relationship ALONE. Bye now.”
     It was followed by an emoticon of an expressive hand. Use your imagination.
     Huh? Nice mouth! And me and him’s??
     I felt bad for the poor, functionally illiterate woman with the cheating boyfriend.
     Believing it was a wrong number, I replied, “I have no idea who you are or who you’re talking about. I think you have the wrong number.”
     No response.
     About an hour later, I got a call from the guy. “I’m sorry, but I’m not over my ex. Just wanted to let you know. I’m gonna take myself off Match. I shouldn’t date until I’m over her. Sorry.”
     Are you kidding me?
     Maybe it wasn’t a wrong number after all. I could not believe it. The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I became. He used me to make his ex jealous. Wow! That was a new low.

     The next bachelor also liked talking on the phone. We met at a café. He appeared nervous and claimed he had butterflies in his stomach about meeting me or possibly it was a lactose intolerance problem. Okay, no big deal.
     However, about an hour into our conversation, which was pretty one-sided, he departed for the bathroom. Upon returning, he announced he was really sick, the “I need to spend the day in the bathroom” kind of sick. He confessed he had been ill since the previous day.
     I wished him well, literally, and we parted ways.
     What kind of person shows up sick to a first date? It was a complete and utter lack of respect and common courtesy.
     People, if you are sick, stay home and reschedule!
     He contacted me days later to say that he did not remember anything about our date or what we discussed. He said he remembered he liked me and my cleavage, but that was all. He wanted another date.
     Um, no. My cleavage and I think not.

     I have no rational explanation for why the men in this area are so relationship-challenged. If anyone has a theory, then I’m all ears. Better yet, if you know of a decent single guy, send him my way. The Law of Averages dictates there has to be some decent guys out there somewhere!

Copyright © 2015 by Suzanne Purewal

Featuring Sports Writer and Author, Terry Hutchens

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     Sports writer and author, Terry Hutchens will be appearing at the The 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. He will be signing books on Friday, November 7th, from 5:30 PM – 9:00 PM.

     Terry is the site publisher for AllHoosiers.com, the Scout.com site that covers Indiana University athletics. He has been in that position since July of 2013. Prior to that, Terry spent the previous 22 years at the Indianapolis Star where he covered IU football and basketball his final 15 seasons at the paper. During that span, Terry was honored as Indiana’s Sportswriter of the Year five times, including four years in a row.

     Terry has written five books, including his latest title, Hoosiers Through and Through, which looks at the top IU basketball players of all time who are from the state of Indiana.

     His other books include: Rising From The Ashes: The Return of Indiana University Basketball, which was published in 2012, Never Ever Quit, in 2009, Hep Remembered, in 2007 and Let ‘Er Rip, in 1995.

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     He also wrote the latest 11 chapters of the update to the Indiana University Basketball Encyclopedia, originally penned by Jason Hiner. Terry also teaches part-time in the IU School of Journalism at Indiana University, in Bloomington, and has done so at either IU Bloomington or IUPUI for the past 15-20 years.

     Terry and his wife Susan live in Indianapolis and have two grown sons. Bryan, 23, graduated from Wabash College and now works for Eli Lilly and Co., and Kevin, 21, is a junior studying Music at Belmont University in Nashville, Tenn.

To learn more about Terry, connect with him:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/FoxSportsHutch
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Terry-Hutchens/e/B001K8KW9A/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1

Local Authors Appearing at The 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show

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     This is the signing schedule for the Local Authors’ Booth at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds, West Pavilion. The street address is: 1202 East 38th Street, Indianapolis, IN 46205.

     Our booth number is #310. We are located in the center aisle, across from Santa and his reindeer.

     I have attached a discount coupon for $3 off admission. It can be used any day of the show. And here is a link to the show’s website: http://hsishows.com/wp/christmasgiftandhobbyshow/

     Please come out and support your local authors! Signed and dedicated books make great Christmas, birthday and other occasion gifts!

Wednesday, November 5th, 10:00 AM – 3:00 PM – M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal
Wednesday, November 5th, 3:00 PM – 8:00 PM – M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal

Thursday, November 6th, 10:00 AM – 3:00 PM – Tia Catalina, M. Katherine Clark, Jillian Jacobs, Suzanne Purewal
Thursday, November 6th, 3:00 PM – 8:00 PM – Molly Daniels, Suzanne Purewal

Friday, November 7th, 10:00 AM – 3:30 PM – Kermit N. Paddack, Suzanne Purewal
Friday, November 7th, 3:30 PM – 9:00 PM – Ruth Ann Hanley, Terry Hutchens, Suzanne Purewal, Phillip B. Wilson

Saturday, November 8th, 10:00 AM – 3:30 PM – M. Katherine Clark, Kristen Mott, Phillip B. Wilson
Saturday, November 8th, 3:30 PM – 9:00 PM – Ruth Ann Hanley, Suzanne Purewal, Phillip B. Wilson

Sunday, November 9th, 10:00 AM – 5:00 PM – M. Katherine Clark, Suzanne Purewal, Morgan K. Wyatt

Featuring Romance Author, Poet and Humorist, Suzanne Purewal

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     Yes, I am featuring myself. I have featured all of my fellow authors. Why leave myself out?

     I will be appearing at the 65th Annual Christmas Gift & Hobby Show, at the Indiana State Fairgrounds. I will be signing books every day of the show, running from Wednesday, November 5th through Sunday, November 9th.

     The Local Authors’ Booth is Booth #310. It is located in the center aisle, across from Santa and his reindeer. The complete signing schedule will be posted on this blog later today.

     I am an author, poet, humorist and motivational speaker. Battling cancer, being downsized and enduring an unexpected divorce have provided ample fuel for my work. You can not control what happens in life, but keeping a healthy outlook is the most important thing you can do for yourself, no matter what the challenge.

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     My romance novel, Embracing Destiny, follows Sara Taylor – a woman standing at a crossroad. An unexpected event sets her on a journey. Outside forces intervene, and danger lurks in every shadow. Although written as a stand-alone novel, the feedback from readers is compelling me to write a sequel. Look for Challenging Destiny to be released in 2015.

     My poetry book, From 14 to 41, contains soulful poems that capture the essence of life. A blend of love, loss, whimsical and inspirational pieces, readers are drawn in as the raw emotions leap from the pages.

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     My blog, the one you are currently reading, Pursuing My Passion, features original work as well as material from guest bloggers following their passions.

     The most popular posts are from my “Mis-Matched to Miss Matched” dating series. The entries are all true stories based on my online dating adventures on Match.com. Although I am getting a lot of entertaining and humorous material, I would rather find a decent man!

     My work has appeared in The Polk Street Review and in An Evening with the Writing Muse. I was featured as the Author of the Month in the September/October 2011 issue of Pen It! Magazine.

     I have also been making the rounds on the speaking and lecture circuit. I was the Keynote Speaker at the 2013 LadiesEveningOut Event in Indianapolis. I have been the Featured Author and Speaker at several events in the Indianapolis area, most notably, the 2012 and 2013 Writers’ Conferences. In my spare time, I also conduct various writing and poetry workshops.

     I am a member of The International Women’s Writing Guild, The Writers’ Center of Indiana, The Noble Writers’ Group, The Noble Poets Group and Friends of the Hamilton East and North Public Libraries. For the past twenty-one years, I have resided in Noblesville, IN.