Joseph A. Pinto

#barflypoet & author of dark fiction

THE DAY THE SUN STOPPED SHINING BLOG TOUR 2011 Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. On this cold & stormy night, yuletide greetings I do not impart.  Shan’t be the bells of Saint Nicholas you hear echoing in the dark corner of night, nor shall the sweet chorus of cherub-faced children serenade at your door.  Tuck yourself into bed, friend, and be mindful to …

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The Day The Sun Stopped Shining Tour 2011 is upon us! Already, dark angels of cataclysmic confusion harken as my body valiantly repels invasion from alien spawn (I’ve got a cold & just woke from a nap…but seriously, I sound braver after reading that first sentence, so just roll with it).  Aah, but an apocalyptic struggle …

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Well I’m participating in THE DAY THE SUN STOPPED SHINING BLOG TOUR 2011 from December 26 through December 31, and I’ll be honest, I don’t have a damn clue what I’m doing 😉 .  I suppose that’s what I get for opening my big mouth when I’m already juggling Mr. Mom & business owner duties, in addition to …

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I’m about to pass both the Versatile Blogger and Liebster Awards to two very deserving bloggers.  But first things first.  I mentioned in my last post that I would only nominate one blogger for each and that remains true (technically I’m supposed to pick 15 for the Versatile Blogger and 5 for the Liebster).  Please understand that …

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I’m usually saying something in my posts.  For a change, I’m saying nothing.  But even that is filled with a whole lot of everything. FACT: My November promotion of Dusk and Summer for National Pancreatic Cancer Research Month didn’t go exactly as I had planned.  Why so, you ask?  Well, I didn’t sell a million copies.  To be …

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Enter. Sit before the Tale Weaver. Heed me now.  ‘Tis not a chronicle I do recount, nor a fable spun beyond your wildest imagination.  Aye, I impart onto you a warning, and if wise, measure my every word you will.  Beware the beast that drinks not of blood but feasts upon the essence of your very being. ‘Tis the psychic …

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The chill of autumn has officially arrived, but the warmth of my summer love still lingers. Everyone has had a love; some just don’t go away.  And so it is with mine – she’s been with me all my life, patiently awaiting the day I would once again bathe her with affection, turning what were once faded, cherished snapshots of reminiscence …

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