Saturday, December 23, 2017

New romantic comedy

I'm working on a new romantic comedy. I'm heavily in the creative process right now with the story. The story is still taking on form. My most recent romantic comedy "A Woman Named Bagoo"  is on the market. In January I'm going to run a goodreads giveaway for "A Woman Named Bagoo" and for "Croaked." I'll be giving away a hundred copies of each. Happy Reading!

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Focusing on Romantic comedies and the last Fritz Fombie book.

I'm focusing on writing romantic comedies, but I will be working towards finishing up the last Fritz Fombie book as well.

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

current book projects

I've finished a "Woman named Bagoo" a romantic comedy. My editor is currently working on the book. Once I receive it back it will go into the production phase. Right now I'm working on a middle-grade novel called "Gouie and the Outrageously Dirty Room." I'm working through my fourth draft, but it may take as many as eight or ten drafts to finish it. I'm hoping to have this middle-grade novel finished by Jan-Feb. Once this book is finished I'll start working on the last Fritz Fombie book. I have a young adult story that I hope to start on towards the end of 2018. Lots happening on the writing front in my house. Happy Reading!

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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

"A Woman named Bagoo" Romantic Comedy

I have finished the ending to "A Woman Named Bagoo." I didn't base the ending of the book on anything else other than my imagination. I really like this book. I hope my readers will feel the same. The romantic comedy is back in the hands of my editor. The book should be in the production phase by December. This book will be different from any other romantic comedy you have ever read. This could be a good thing or a bad thing. I'm placing my bet that it's a good thing. Originality can be a a double-edged sword. "A Woman Named Bagoo" is a very original take on romance. Happy Reading!

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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Brusselpop short story!

The Boy with the Unicorn Horn
By T. E. Antonino

“Grandma, tell me about the time when all the children had a unicorn horn like mine,” Brusselpop said.
 “So, my little Brusselpop, you want to hear the story once again,” Grandma smiled. “Remember to listen closely this time, and don’t forget a word of the story.”
The years weighed heavy on the grandma, and the story she was about to tell held the beauty of the ages.
The old grandma straightened up in her rocking chair and began to speak. “There was a time when all the children of the town painted pictures with watercolors and made all kinds of everything with every color making invention you could think of. They would dance and prance like no horse could ever do. It was pure delight in the children’s eyes to pretend to be knights, princesses, scary dragons, and all manner of fairytale fair. Children made music on their clang-bang-tooters and their drum-a-boomers. Fairytales popped in and out of children’s imaginations like popcorn in a hot kettle. It was a time when books flowed free. The townspeople watched the children’s creative delights from morning till night, and happiness fell on the people like leaves on a windy autumn day. The beauty of all this creating could be felt even in the deeper part of one’s soul. But that all changed on the day the hinge maker rolled into town. He talked about putting hinges on doors, hinges on boxes, hinges on suitcases, hinges on cabinets, and hinges on anything hinge-able. ‘Hinges are the future,’ he explained to the townspeople.”
“Grandma, is this when the townspeople stopped buying dancing shoes, and paintbrushes, and noise makers, and fairytale books, and acting costumes for the children?” Brusselpop’s face grew long. “This is the sad part of the story, isn’t it Grandma? It’s when the children’s unicorn horns all disappeared.”
“I’m afraid so, Brusselpop,” the grandma said. “The hinge maker declared that any money spent on creativity only creates foolishness and leaves your pockets penniless. The townspeople listened to the hinge maker. They began to spend their time and money only on making hinges both day and night. Soon the gates to creativity came to a close. My little Brusselpop, all children are born with a unicorn horn so that even the very old won’t forget the days of magic past. Remember, Brusselpop, life is more than living.”
 Those were the last words that Brusselpop would hear from his grandma. For that very night, she took her place among the stars. Brusselpop favored his unicorn horn and made certain it wouldn’t fade away. He spoke in song, but rarely talked. Brusselpop danced through the years and grew more creative all the time, but the boy’s creativity didn’t go unnoticed. The pictures that he painted on sidewalks, barn buildings, and concrete walls inspired the townspeople in ways they would never have thought possible. Many of the townspeople agreed that the music   Brusselpop played on his pieced together string-ama-strummers took them to places far away from the glut of hinge making they all knew so well, while others said that Brusselpop’s street corner acting made them see things in a different light. Like catching teardrops from the stars, Brusselpop subdued wonder and revealed it to all those who could see beyond the hinge.
 The hinge maker was furious over Brusselpop’s uncommon behavior and called a town meeting. As the hinge maker stood behind the podium, he lashed out at all the foolish Brusselpop talk.
“We can’t let anything distract us from our hinge making, for it is our future,” the hinge maker said. “This Brusselpop character is a distraction. He produces nothing but fanciful dreams that end with an empty belly.”
 Some of the townspeople agreed with the hinge maker, but others disagreed with the hinge maker for the first time in a long time. The hinge maker ranted and raved behind his podium as he spoke of the expendability of creativity. Brusselpop, with his magnificent unicorn horn in full bloom, swung open the doors to the town hall. Brusselpop marched right up to the hinge maker, who was still standing behind his podium. The townspeople watched closely with much wonder and curiosity over the unusual character that Brusselpop truly was without a doubt.
 Brusselpop looked the hinge maker in the eye and said, “Life is more than living.”
 Leaving the now speechless hinge maker, Brusselpop walked back towards the doors.
 “Where are you going?” the townspeople asked Brusselpop.
“I’m off to embrace the magic of the stars, to feel the Earth beneath my feet, to be carried away to wherever the song leads me, to paint a picture of all that I will see, and to live a story to be told. For life is more than living.” With those words, Brusselpop left, and the townspeople thought, and they thought, and thought, and thought…
Fund the arts and save the unicorns!


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Friday, April 8, 2016

Librarycon is coming up! New book getting closer!

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Librarycon and book update.

I just received my book Fritz Fombie and the Frightful Feats of Courage from my novelist friend. I’m working through her well thought out suggestions. I’ve also begun work on the inside illustrations. I’ve put down another book I’ve been working on titled Kooky Forelong for now, but will pick it up as soon as this second Fritz Fombie book goes into the production phase. I think a timeline of 3 months or less to bring Fritz Fombie and the Frightful Feats of Courage to market is realistic. I will have another short story published in the Waynesville public library newsletter in the next couple of months. I will also be a guest at their Librarycon. I will be giving a super hero manga art lesson. My books will be available for purchase at the event. Best wishes. T. E. Antonino

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